No.
It was all something I had seen before. It couldn't be coincidence... could it? I had let myself get into the mess. A victim of self destruction, but it wasn't enough to just take me down. Oh no. In the process, I had to destroy the people that meant the most to me. Seeing them caught up in a world I had willingly thrown myself into...
The culprit sat heavy in my hands. They were stained with the blood, mainly my own. But it weighed down each of my thoughts with each word just hitting me in the gut, back to where I started.
How did I let myself get in this far?
This deep?
A victim of passion?
How did my life transform into pages overnight?
Similar to the warnings I had read over and over again, yet became my instruction manual?
I looked down into my lap one more time and clutched to it harder. My knuckles turned white in protest. I threw it across the room, then it fell to the floor in a pile, pages flying out and gracefully floating down to the floor: my worst nightmare yet my entire life contained within the broken binding...
Twilight.
: ) Confused yet? Well, this is the story of someone who let a story become their life. Annabel devoted her life to the world of Twilight, then all the sudden, she sees her life turning into the story. The line between reality and fantasy becomes blurred as the story comes to life and off the page. The worst part is seeing her friends transform into characters that belong in a supernatural and superficial world. Loving it Means Living it.