A/N: Hey, It's Megan. This story is that of me, or rather- my role-play character on an online Twilight database. Our Bella, one of my favourite people on the planet, said that I should write, and so, I will. I own no characters other than Romy- whom I created. Mostly original pairings- BellaXJacob, JaredXOC Enjoy, xx.
I lay on the cracked pavement, writhing in the unforgettable pain the man had thrust upon me. But, i did not scream. I couldn't. It was as if someone had clenched my jaw, putting it under lock and key, ensuring it never to open again. I half expected to taste the sulphur, to smell the scent of burning flesh. I didn't however. These feelings were all tricks- games played by the mind. It was like I was a marionette, being played with my a sadist puppeteer. But no, it wasn't physical. It was mental. I was the only puppet, I was my own puppeteer. This was all my fault. No! It couldn't be. He did this; he made me lie here on the ground. He made me like this. It wasn't me, it couldn't have been me. I...I didn't mean to do it.
