Author's Note: Hello lovely readers! This is my first fic on this website so I'm pretty nervous. I'd really like feedback, bad or good. Critiques are what give me fuel to make my writing better, so don't be afraid to give your honest opinion.
This will eventually get into The Twilight Saga, and some things will be different.
Standard Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Saga (If I did trust me, it would not be what it is now!) I do own my OCs and any other original ideas.
Prologue
All my life I had been following a regular, boring routine. School, homework, chores, maybe some random extracurricular activities, then repeat. I easily lost myself in my head, where everything about myself was perfect and I could do anything I wanted, even if said things were impossible. In my head I could live out my own fairy tale. I mean, I know that could never be my reality, but those thoughts were what kept me going.
That being said, at this point in my life I never, and I mean never imagined being scared for my life and for the life of someone I loved in such a crazy, drastic situation. I didn't really believe these types of things existed. That was just a half-assed hope to help me believe there were some strange, beautiful, fantastical things really out there.
Hell I never thought anyone other than my family would love me. But he made me feel like the brightest, biggest star in the dark sky. The one everyone made their wish on. He made me think I could do all of those crazy, impossible things I've always dreamed about. And not just because he could promise me the time to do them, but because he made me realize I was worth something. That I could be loved and appreciated.
So let's just pray to whatever person or thing that has the power to return him and my new family back to me safe and sound. Because I want all the time I can get with them.
