So yes, this is my first story, let me know if you think I should continue or not :)


-*-Prologue-*-

Happy Birthday to you

Its funny isn't it, how things you once took for granted can be taken away in less than the blink of an eye. A cruel joke played by fate. I used to hate people celebrating my birthday, tried to do whatever I could to avoid the attention and to not participate. It wasn't that I didn't care; I just didn't like everybody focusing on me. I was the opposite of what they tell you to be. I liked being the sheep in a herd, being no different than anyone else. Having nothing to make you stand out.

Happy Birthday to you,

Every time one of my classes broke into the obvious song, my cheeks would ignite with embarrassment. All the looks and smiling faces, it didn't mean anything to me. These people weren't my friends. Why should they pretend to be happy for me on this one day of the year? Why couldn't they just ignore me and pretend I didn't exist like they did every other time they saw me?

Happy Birthday dear Bella,

My parents were the only ones who spoke to me with genuine affection. But, they had no choice. They had to love me. I was their 'Dear Bella'. I mean sure, I had people at school that I could have a brief conversation with, basic small talk about the weather and classes but that was it. I didn't connect with any of the other people around me- and I could do nothing about it. People approached me hesitantly, almost wary. I used to care, and I'm sure that somehow, buried deep down, a tiny part of me still does. But that part is so small it doesn't register.

Happy Birthday to you

So yes, that's the brief build up to now. My name is Isabella Swan and I am 17 years old today. Happy Birthday me. A whole year older. Well, at least I would be...

If I was still alive.

Yes. I died today- on my 17th birthday

And this is the story of my life.

Preface-*