okay. my first fanfic. please don't hate me if it sucks. =/ and i know it's short, but it's just a beginning..

unfortunately, i do not own Twilight. i do however own this story - whether or not i should be proud of that is up to you.


EPOV

She was crying again. I could see it through my bedroom window, right across from hers between our houses. I'm pretty sure she didn't know I could see her, but I guess I'm not that surprised – she's only lived there for two weeks. But in those two weeks of glimpses through her bedroom curtains, I swear I've seen her cry more times than anyone should in their entire life.

She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and nothing that breathtaking should be that upset. I wonder why she cries… Her big brown eyes spill over with tears, and she tries to cover her face with her long brown hair, as if it's a security blanket that will protect her from anything or anyone that tries to hurt her. And yet, despite the protection, I see her cry, sobbing so much that her tears could fill a bathtub – in just the short time I've seen her – her body wracking so violently that I've been ready to jump across the space between our houses and make sure she isn't having a seizure.

Hell, as far as I know she could be epileptic, and just cries every time she feels a seizure coming on.

Yeah right. Like that's likely in the least.

She's sad about something, I just don't know what. Oh, but I wish I did. I wish I could make all of her hurt go away. I want to be her shoulder to cry on, the arms surrounding her in comfort, the person she comes to when it all goes wrong. I want to be her savior. I want to be her knight in shining armor. I want to be her hero.

BPOV

How could she do this again? How can a grown woman be so freaking irresponsible? She's my mother, for Christ's sake! Shouldn't she show a little maturity?

She had to go run off with the next man to show even an ounce of interest in her, flying away to Jacksonville, Florida and leaving me to go with my dad in Forks, Washington – the rainiest town in the continental US. What kind of mother does that?

And so here I sit, yet again, crying on my bed. Letting my troubles out through the tears that fall from my eyes and wishing that someone would notice how alone I am. Wishing that someone would save me from the feelings bouncing around in my head. I need a savior. I need a knight in shining armor. I need a hero.


okay, so please let me know what you think.. if you think it sucks, let me know, and i'll quit writing and just go back to reading obscene amounts of stories on this site. if you think it's good, let me know, and i'll write more.

it's all in your hands. *dun dun dun*

~maggie mae