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My name is Esme. In 1911, I broke my leg, falling out of a tree. And the doctor, the doctor that treated me, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Doctor Carlisle Cullen, the new doctor in the hospital. He was devastatingly handsome, and the way he moved, he moved so gracefully. And his voice, the way he said my name, would make any girl melt.

I wanted with all my heart to move west and be a teacher. I love children so much. My father didn't think it was respectable for a lady to live on her own, though. A family friend of ours, Charles Evenson, proposed to me, and my father pressured me to say yes. I didn't disklike Charles, but I didn't love him. But, sure enough, in 1917 when I was 22, I married Charles Evenson. So my name was Esme Ann Platt Evenson. It didn't have that ring to it.

A few days after we were married, I began to despise Charles. He would slap me, he would hit me, he would kick me, and he would insult me. He made me feel horrible.

"Esme!" Charles yelled, angered once again. I sighed and descended down the stairs. "Yes, Charles?" I asked. "Why is dinner not made? You are a horrible wife! I should have never married you, you filth!" he screamed at me. Tears ran down my cheeks. "Maybe you shouldn't have. I'd be much happier." I whispered. He slapped me and shoved me into the kitchen. "COOK!" he demanded.

I told my mother and father, and they told me to "be a good wife, and keep quiet". So I did. About a year later, Charles was drafted to enter World War 1. And I was so relieved, but when he came back in 1919, I found that I was pregnant. I was absolutely terrified, because of course Charles would know it wasn't his. I knew then that I had to run away from Charles.

I ran away to my cousin in Milwaukee, but she told my parents. So I ran farther North. I blended in well, I pretended to be a widow of a solider. I was a school teacher in a small school outside Ashland. But in October of 1921, a few days after my dear baby was born, he caught a lung infection, and he passed. I was devastated, I jumped off a cliff. I didn't know that Carlisle Cullen was working the community hospital where I was taken. Carlisle was a vampire, and I was soon to die. He saved me, and I took the place of his wife, and mother to his "children".

I love my dear Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, and now my dearest Bella. Even though Bella isn't one of us yet, she is a Cullen. How I miss my son. But my "children" ease the pain. They are my family. They are my life.