DISCLAIMER:I don't own Twilight. Never did, never will. I do own a snazzy Britney Spears scarf with lyrics written all over it. I also own a box of Fruit Loops. Yums.

A/N:WHOA. It's been forever since I've dived back into the FanFiction world. I missed you guys. Anyway. What better way to celebrate than with a new story? :) Wait...what's that? Why, yes of course, I know I have like a thousand other stories going on. Hush up.

This chapter is unusually short, but I wanted to throw something out here so I won't forget this idea. Updates might be a tad slow...as always.

Title for this story came from Adam Lambert's song "Sleepwalker", though I'm fairly sure the song has nothing to do with my plot. Whatever. It's a good song. Check it out! :)

I would love reviews. They're motivating! Thanks, dolls.

-nikki. :)

Sleepwalker
Prologue - "Just The Same Thing"

It was another night. Another monotonous, boring night with nothing eventful happening. Well, excuse me, something unexpected did happen. My fiancé, Edward Cullen, actually came home tonight for dinner.

Shocker.

He usually stayed at his law firm's office way into the wee hours of the night. Either doing extra paperwork or his slutty, blonde secretary, I didn't know. I didn't care to know either.

Needless to say, I was beyond words when he arrived home and asked what was for dinner.

We ate in an empty silence. There was nothing to say. Not even a 'please pass the salt'.

"I'm done with my dinner," Edward said, pushing the plate an inch away from him.

I lazily twisted the last few pieces of pasta with my fork. Not bothering to meet his gaze, I flatly responded, "I'll clean it up."

He nodded and pushed himself away from the cherry-oak table. He lingered a bit as he informed me, "I'm going to go finish up some paperwork at the office. Thanks for dinner."

I ignored his sorry attempt at thanking me and snapped my eyes up to meet his. "Why didn't you just bring it home?"

Edward shrugged into his jacket and sighed. "Bella, don't start this again."

I dropped the fork on my plate with a loud clatter and shoved myself away from the table. Picking up his plate along with mine, I stormed past him and out of the dining room into the kitchen; his footsteps followed me.

"Bella," he said emotionlessly.

I ignored him again as I roughly scraped the remaining food into the trash can. Dumping the plates in the sink, I turned around and looked at him tiredly.

Exhaling loudly, I said, "Just go, Edward. Go do your damn paperwork."

He pressed his lips in a straight line and turned away from me without a word. He walked towards the front door to our apartment, I walked down the narrow hall towards our bedroom.

Pausing, I heard him grab his keys from the hook on the wall and say, "I'll try to be home before midnight."

I kept still for a second before continuing to head towards our room. "Doesn't matter. I'm used to sleeping in a cold bed alone."

And with a slam of the door, Edward left.

I entered our bedroom and immediately headed towards the adjoined bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, I stared at my almost lifeless, pathetic features.

I didn't see Bella Swan, the happy, cheerful, wild kinda girl.

I saw Bella Cullen, the sex-deprived, boring fiancée of a lawyer who did the same thing every day: clean, cook, shop.

Basically, I was sleepwalking my life away.

Sighing, I asked myself the one question I had been wondering every night for quite some time now.

"How the hell did I become this way?"

A/N: You probably have questions. The next chapter should explain quite a bit and will be more detailed, etc. Like I said, I just wanted to throw something out here...test the waters, ya know?

Reviews please! Thanks. I love you all.

-nikki. :)