Maybe, it was because of the tired expression I had on my face that made me feel the need to sleep as I stared at the hateful, yet nothing less than beautiful girl staring back at me.
"Why? Why are you here? All that ever seems to happen is death, pain, hurt… and stress and depression mixed in somewhere along with it." I paused and sighed, "I seem so tough. Physically, I am the toughest little girl I've ever seen, and known." I added with a whisper. "But, emotionally, I am ripped apart. Killed- again and again." I said to myself, wondering why I didn't just think to myself.
Pain is the only one that sticks by me Along with a few tricky, sneaky companions conveniently labeled hurt and sadness. I was almost half glad they were with me giving me the only enemies I had. It was odd I seemed to want enemies more than friends at the moment. And quite frankly, at the moment, all my enemies are cowards.
But suddenly, when Edward came into life, my life ended, but quickly restarted happily after, me losing sight of any enemies I may or may not have at the moment. But finding sight with a beautiful man. Just beautiful.
Edward.