Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, Stephenie does, don't rub it in
Chapter 1
Loneliness. It wasn't a complicated feeling as such. Being without someone to talk with, have fun with. I always imagined that at this point in my life, I would have at least one child, although I've always yearned for twins. I'd imagined that Royce and I would be proud parents by now. That didn't happen. I wish I had never been changed. I never chose it, and it turned out bad anyway.
All the pent up anger that I have at Royce, all that hatred and frustration, is trapped in me. Eternally. I will never get rid of it. Ever.
There are two things in this...existence that would make me happy. Coincidentally, they both require out of this existence. Those two things are Life: Being human, and being able to do human things, like eating, having children, bleeding. And Death: All the pain taken away; all the anger that is stored up in me, released, and loneliness gone. I would be completely at peace with myself. It's all I want.
And I can't have either of those things. Either of those escapes are just out of my reach, I am stuck in-between both. And it wasn't fair. Edward thought I should be grateful for being saved.
I hate Edward.
I did not want to be saved, so Edward should really just shut his mouth if he knows what's good for him, he isn't in the same position that I am.
I thought that specifically for him. I hope he heard it.
To say the least, I was slightly miffed that Edward could read minds. It meant that I wasn't safe in my own mind. Edward always said that he tried his best not to hear me, but I didn't trust him. He was the most like Dracula of all of us. He played those depressing ballads on the piano for fun, sulked around in his room all day doing God knows what, and only came out in the most unholy hours of the morning to hunt. For all I knew, he slept in a coffin, and could turn into a bat.
Edward and I had nothing in common, obviously.
"Couldn't have said it better myself." Edward called from his room.
"Stay out of my mind!" I yelled.