Disclaimer: I don't own twilight.
AN: Normally chapters will be longer, but I just wanted to get this part out there.
Prologue
My parents didn't love each other. I'd known this fact as long as I could remember.
It wasn't that they hated each other, on the contrary they had a "highly functioning, mutually beneficial relationship" – my mother's words – but they didn't love each other. They'd met at university. Both of them had been ambitious and run in the same circles, so when people around them began to hook up, it seemed only logical for them to do the same. And that was their marriage in a nutshell: cold and clinical, filled with logic and lacking in passion.
My parent's attitude towards me was similar. When I was doing well academically they were pleased with me and at dinner I would get the token "how was your day" and "that's nice dear", little things that might even be considered affectionate so long as I was a good robot child. When I wasn't doing so well they pretty much ignored me, apart from occasional disappointed glances.
They ignored me a lot just recently
Perhaps growing up in that environment is why, at the age of sixteen, I was so desperate to be loved.