AN: Okay, so I decided to write a new story. Basically, it's set after New Moon. It follows the storyline of Twilight and NM, where Bella comes to live with Charlie, Edward and Bella fall in love, the Cullens are vampires, ect. But it is OOC and the storyline drifts from the context of the book.

The idea wont leave me so I'm writing it. Warning though, some characters are completely out of character.

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Why did this happen? Why did it happen to me, to my sister, to the Cullens, to Charlie?

This was all my mother's fault.

Mother. The word rang through my brain, inprinting itself into my skull.

I never had a mother. I had an abuser, I had a neglecter and I had a tantrum throwing, mental unstable child.

But I never had a mother.

I glanced up at Edward from my seat on his lap, my head buried in the crook of his neck. Blinking back the tears, I tried to pull myself together. I tried to reenter reality, once again, from where I was buried inside my own psyche.

I knew Charlie, Carlisle and Esme were discussing me with the doctor. They were discussing me and my mother and my sister.

Sister. The person who I loved and hated the most. She was ten months younger than me, barely an age difference by any means. She was perfect. Her hair, her face, her personality, her natural ability at everything.

She was the child my mother always wanted. The one my mother always said I'd never be. She was everything I was not. She was perfect.

And yet, she was now in a mental hospital, unable to function. My sister was a product of her upbringing. So was I.

While I should have been developing into a normal little girl, who liked toys and sparkles and Disney, I was being locked in a closet, fed old food, stuck with creepy men, cruelly punished, sent to a prestigious dance school where I didn't belong, being compared to my sister.

But my sister didn't have it too easy either. Being forced to train in elite dance every day, seven days a week, from five years old. My sister was shoved around, punished for ever not being perfect, socially isolated, taught to stick her finger down her throat at nine.

Our mother made us this way and we were powerless to stop it.

Maybe I could have gotten someone to notice, someone to help, if I would have known how. But I was told from the beginning of my memory that I was worthless.

They're not going to help you. No one cares about you, Isabella. No one ever will. Do us all a favor and disappear.

That became my talent: disappearing.

My sister's talent was the opposite. She was better off visible. She could always make people believe she was perfect.

Maybe she really was.

But lying here, in Edward's lap, I knew I had ended up better off. He loved me, through thick and through thin. And my sister had no one.

And though I loved her more than anything, I couldn't help the fact that I was happy on some level that she was suffering worse than me, the sister who had always been inferior to her, the one who should have never been born, the mistake.

I'd protect her to the ends of the Earth but sometimes I really wanted to see her thrown into a shark tank. She was put on a pedal-stool so high and I had been pushed down to a place so low, we were bound to hold a grudge against each other.

Part of me couldn't help but resent the fact that she was always in the spotlight.

And I was always in her shadow.

AN: Very short but this wont be a pattern. This is the shortest thing I've ever written. Anyway, if you're confused, good. This is the preface so all the questions will be answered really soon. And, no this is not AH.

Just review please! I really would like to know how you feel about this story. Please.