Chapter 1:

There are certain events in life that can change you forever. People come and go, the people who leave cause either damage or are the emptiness of the sky floating away. The people that stay, well they get to become the supporters, the cheerleaders of your life. Well most of them do anyways, the way I see it they do. But then there are people that come into your life, they hurt you so badly but can never leave you they stay and watch and wait. Waiting for what? I am not sure if I even know myself.

But they wait they wait for the moment to lock eyes with you, and see if the damage they have caused has affected you the way they thought it would. But when you stand tall walk around as if nothing can break you, they stick around throw more rocks at your hoping for a reaction only for it to never come.

You see, when I first chose to write this time period of my life, I was stuck in this moment. A moment where the world is crashing around you, your temple that you created is broken only to have these people that you thought were your "friends" turn and stab you in the back. I will not lie, in this time period of my life I felt alone, no correction. I was alone. Sure I had a crowd of ten or twelve surrounding my lunch table, I had a long list of contacts; I had things to do over the weekend, on Fridays and Wednesdays. I had a "social" life. Only it wasn't a healthy, happy social life. It was a wreck. I had "friends" you could say, but none I could bring home and introduce them to my life.

The life I lived. The life I had. It wasn't perfect, but it felt like it in my world. In my world I had it all even if there was no gold or silver shinning everywhere like everyone thought there would be. I didn't say I was rich, o didn't say I had it all; I never said or put up the front that I was. I just dressed clean, nice and appropriate because I didn't feel comfortable in showing cleavage, or tons of bling, bling. I was me. If anything when I met him, I wasn't extravagant or anything but I was just me. Now when I met this him. Well let's call him Prince Charming for now.

When I met Prince Charming, I was me. Bella Swan. I was a girl with black hair and blonde high lights, a nice pale colored girl that wore make-up, wore pretty clothes that did her hair. I was That Girl. I never left the house without some type of make-up, and making sure I looked pretty and clean. I showered and made sure to take my time on my hair and make-up. Surprisingly I only took 30 minutes to create that look; you know the look of being nice and clean but appropriate. I never showed cleavage or flashed anybody. I wasn't that girl. Never would be.

When I first met Prince Charming, I was that girl. I had a "social life" not a healthy one at the time, but one I was a part of and I didn't care what anyone thought of this "social life." I was "happy" I guess you could say. This Prince Charming was well mannered, and a gentlemen in every way. But if you spent a year getting to know him, this Prince Charming was far from the name. Yet, I saw him as such; he fit it perfectly to me. He had done things; I hadn't done since my freshman year. He had seen things; I hadn't wanted to see but had. He had used drugs like I once did. He had experimented with lots of things that either I had once tried or never would have tried even if a shot gun was pointed to my head. Yet, in my eyes. In my brown eyes, he was My Prince Charming.

If I ever mentioned his name in this chapter, the world itself would never know who I talked about. But those around me that knew about what I felt for Prince Charming they would know. Few do, few know I chose to write about me and what had happened to Prince Charming and his charm that he once had on me.

If you think this is a once a upon a time…there was a….

Oh wait?

It isn't this isn't a fairytale. If anything this isn't a love story.

May sound like one?

But it isn't.

Stick around long enough throughout the next chapters.

You may hear the rest of it.

But in reality this all was just another word for love...