Prologue - Obsessive.

I once thought I was destined to be with a boy.

I knew my best friend Alice was destined to be with Jasper.

My other best friend Rosalie destined to be with Emmett.

I fell from the tree beside my bedroom window when I was eleven years old.

I spent weeks looking for a spider that could bite me and give me "super powers", but when it didn't happen, I decided I'd switch to climbing trees and swing from branch to branch as if I were swinging from building to building.

I wanted to be Spiderwoman when I grew up.

I was obsessed with Spiderman at the time and watched the old t.v. show at six in the morning, everyday.

I had a Spiderman lunch-box, Spiderman wallpaper and even forced my mother into buying me Spiderman shoes that were made for boys and lit up every time one of my feet made contact with the pavement, much to her dismay.

But the day I fell out of my tree, was the last day I ever thought of Spiderman.

A little boy -my age of course- came running into my front yard after I fell ten feet out of the tree.

Lord knows how I didn't manage to break my neck.

He had a head of reddish-brown hair and the greenest eyes I'd ever seen.

For an eleven year old boy, he was tall and he had the cutest face.

He was the first boy I noticed.

But it didn't make sense to me how even though I was lying on the ground with a broken arm, bone protruding from the skin, I was completely blown away by this boy.

I mean, I was eleven years old. Boys had cooties.

Boys had yucky diseases that girls squealed at in disgust when he got too close to her.

Boys weren't supposed to have adorable dimples or green eyes that made you forget there was a Peter Parker.

Forget there was a Spiderman.

I watched him as he ran into my house calling for my mother, letting her know that there was a little girl crying on her front lawn with her arm bent awkwardly above her head.

And when I was being wheeled into an ambulance, he was holding my other hand.

"My daddy will take care of you. He's a doctor at the hospital." He told me.

Then just before they lifted me in, he stood right beside me and bent forward and kissed me.

He kissed the corner of my mouth. Right where I had a single dimple of my own. It may not have been directly on my lips, but it was definitely half-way there, and whether he realized it or not, it counted as an actual kiss.

My first kiss.

I didn't see him again though. At least not for another two years. The day before my fourteenth birthday.

How, you ask?

Well, I -being the clutz I am- managed to stumble my way into the hospital, again.

But I wish I hadn't.

I wish I hadn't wound up in his father's stupid patient room, again.

I wish I hadn't been obsessed with Spiderman.

I wish I hadn't thought I was destined to be with him.

Why?

Because I saw him again that very day, and I was obsessed with him from then on.

And he fucked me over.

Without the over, he just fucked me.

Not that day, obviously. I was thirteen.

Regardless, he fucked me.

He screwed the pooch and now this bitch was stuck in a rut.

Yeah, Edward-fucking-Cullen fucked me over when I was sixteen years old.

How, you ask AGAIN!?

Oh... I'll tell you how.