A Look in the Past

My story begins, not 3 days ago, but 6 years ago. And now, as I lay here, writhing in pain and burning to ashes, I recount my deeds, and how they lead here, to this moment. Let me bring you with me.

I had a very..normal childhood. That is, if you count the fact my father was no where to be seen. I only had my mother, and that gave us a weird bond. Since all we had were each other, we were very protective of each other. There were some things though, that she could not protect me from.

The main thing were bullies at school. I had been picked on a lot, mostly because of the fact I had a father, and the fact I had inherited his love for music, and his voice. The voice that had attracted my mother in the first place. The children did not like that, they thought singing was strictly for women. Jealous my mom always said. I wonder if she had been right.

The other thing, happened when I was 11. I was struck by lightning. I had always been fond of thunderstorms.. They calmed me, and I was always out in them, since no one else was. It was on one such day that I had been struck. The funny thing was..it barely hurt. Sure, I had been knocked out, and I thought I had been hurt, but later, as I recounted the sort, I found it was more an exhilarating feeling and not pain.

That was the factor that caused me to leave my hometown of Trenton Canada when I was 15. I was bullied even worse, to the point that I took my karate training and used it against the bullies for my well being. By that age, I had grown to be a very muscled and toned man, something that should have made me popular, but I was still seen as the kid who was struck by lightning and liked it.

My mother and I moved to a small town in Washington, Forks. The sheer smallness of the town guaranteed no one I knew previously would know anyone here. I had been right. There was also another bonus to the town, it rained there more than anywhere else in the USA. More Storms for me to enjoy.

I was liked quickly in school..mostly because I was new. Later they learned I was trained in the martial arts, and that drew more people to me. The only ones not drawn, were the seniors, and not even all of them, just the odd Cullens. Edward and Alice, as I was told. Their friends were not as interested in me too, but I did not mind, I was still new to the fact that I was interesting.

There was one other person who did not seem interested in me at all for my brown belt. A girl in my year, Grace Snow. Unfortunately, this girl was in my PE class. We kept our distance from each other, until one afternoon when we were forced together as badminton partners. At first, it was rough, but then we started talking. With in a week, we were friends. A few weeks later, she even asked me to the girls choice dance. I had said yes. That was the start of a wonderful relationship.

With in 7 months, we had moved in together. We fit perfectly. I was not sure about her, but I knew whenever we were together, she was all I could think about. When I was not with her, it caused me physical pain. We did almost everything together, except for out after school sports, and our english period. I had writers craft, because I aspired to be a writer, despite the fact I had a good singing voice. She just took normal English. Her sport was soccer, while mine was Martial Arts. I had started a small class in Forks, which turned out to be something a lot of forks wanted to learn, so I had around 40 kids per class. I got a good income from it too.

However, everything changed when the Cullens disappeared, by a strange new woman took their place