Prologue
Hello. My name is Hannah Brown. Today's my birthday, and I'm turning 17. I have pale skin, short black hair, green eyes, and have stopped growing at the unintimidating height of 5'0".
I've spent the last 3 months wandering around the tiny town of Forks along with the nearby reservation of LaPush, mainly hanging around the hospital.
I miss the warmth of my hometown, and the familiarity of it. People actually saw me there. Nobody can see me here. But none of that really matters.
Because I am about to die.
But before I die, I feel like I should tell someone my story. That way someone will remember me. Or rather, that way someone outside of the local vampire coven or werewolf pack will remember me. Vampires and werewolves. I know, crazy.
Instead of going into detail about why I'm dying, or how I know these mythical monsters, I'll just start at the beginning. Cause let's be honest, starting a story at the end rather than the beginning can be quite confusing.
So let's go back. Back to the day when I first arrived in this tiny little town full of giant horrors.
