Preface:

Edward left me. Alone; in the woods, broken hearted. To say I was angry was an understatement. He and his family shouldn't have even bothered with me. I was a waste of time for them, and the results were catatonic. Literally. Though I was furious at them for using me as what Edward had called a 'distraction', I couldn't help but miss them and long for them with all my heart. They might not have loved me, but I loved them. Their lies were very convincing, and hard to forget. Lies are nasty, disgusting. They only hung around with me so they didn't get bored; a little drama in their immortal, everyday lives, the type that could only be brought by a vampire-human 'romance'. Or maybe they got a thrill from my pain, my affections. Though, thinking this, I couldn't help question their reasons for saving me from James. But I knew the answer. Like the bullies I had encountered in my life, things were good as long as it didn't go too far. A kid could spend years tormenting another; mentally and physically, but they would never intend for that person to be hospitalized by their cause, or into psychiatric care.

Speaking of psychiatric care; it was just something Charlie had suggested a while back, in those dark, empty days of my life. I was surprised I even acknowledged him saying it, but somehow it stuck. I took this as a good sign, as nothing around that had even penetrated the misty nothingness in my mind, only what had happened before –the cause. I could no longer bring to mind any reasons against it – I wanted help. Hell, I needed help. I didn't want his missing presence to kill me –waste my life away. I loved him with too much of my heart –I still do- but now I want it back. And my mind and heart can't seem to agree –and I certainly can't set it straight. I needed someone with an unbiased approach; someone who hadn't been held in his strong arms, who hadn't imagined the love. But at the same time, someone who could acknowledge feelings, and sort them out for me – because to be honest, I've been trying to sort them out. I've been trying to forget. I've been trying to remember. I've been trying to put on a happy face. Trying to survive.

I'd taken Charlie up on his offer. I would try out the psychiatrists. I'd be the tasty new messed up kid, with parents desperate to get rid of the zombie state – paying as much as was more than necessary to make that happen. Like thin green rectangles could fix my mentality. There were things that could fix me, of course. He, was of course the biggest, main one, though I'd probably spend our reunion trying to bruise him. There will be no reunion. He doesn't love you. They never did. I growled in my mind, of course spinning it out of control. Reasons battled. Heart and mind battled. I silenced the battling sides, feeling crazier by the second. No, the other thing, the best thing that could help me was a lesson I learnt from them.

Lies are vile.

AN: Lil' idea I got... Read & Review? Y'know ya wannaaaa. That was a preface, cause I really want this out there, but it's late, so I cba writing a full chappie. Pls, I wrote a full chappie for another story, and nobody's really even read it... so kinda story confidence buster. I'm not good at humour, obv. xD Please, just tell me what you think? TYY xxx

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