Chapter 1
No one was coming for me. Even after I had made this choice, I felt deep down that they might come, that there would be some magic answer. But there was nothing left for me. They wouldn't be able to find me if they tried.
Nothing.
I couldn't keep hurting everyone I cared about. I couldn't keep from damaging everything beautiful in my life.
I'd never believed it was possible for something so pure to be so evil. But it was inside of me. It was a part of me. I couldn't listen to the fairy stories. My stories was something grittier. Something dirtier. Something so much darker than those.
I couldn't avoid it anymore.
I breathed deeply and tried to tug the coat sides closer together. Breathing felt dangerous. Looking someone in the eye felt dangerous. The train ride to the edge of the city had more suspenseful than watching Michael Myers walk after his victim.
Victims.
I felt my eyes glide over the cars flying past me, a child waved in a rear window. They could all be my victims. And if that was the case, what was I?
Air struggled against the lump encased in my throat.
The orange sun was setting as I walked away from everyone and everything I had ever known—what was left of it, that was.
I tried to strengthen my shoulders and brace myself against the wind. I would survive this alone because it was my only option. No one would come to save me. No one could.
I was Bella Swan, a girl with a sense of self, an untapped reserve of love, and a deadly weapon lurking underneath my skin.
I was a carrier.
