My name is Bella Swan. Funnily enough, my name, Isabella, means consecrated to god or devoted to god. The funny part is that every word is true. I am devoted to my god and I am sacred to my god, the only thing is, is that my god just so happens to be my father. My dear father saved me just a year ago from my absent minded mother, whose unintentional neglect has left permanent scars upon my mind. My life story had been presented to mortals once before, but in that farce of a story about my life, I was the damsel in distress. Now, I bestow upon you ignorant moratls the true story of Isabella Marie-Anna Swan, the story that only Hades knows. I share this tale of epic-ness with you petty mortals because I fear that I will not be among the living for much longer, not that I would want to be really; you're all idiots. However, like any normal, not entirely insane person (yes, demi-gods not included), I want to be heard and remembered, for who I am and what I did, not what some parody of myself that some mortal that somehow acquired the Sight, that imbecile, created. I will not be made a fool of by you pathetic creatures. Maybe the lessons I learned during this short chapter of my life will stick with one of you dunderheads and make a difference along the way.
And maybe, in honor of my grand story-telling skills and the challenges I went through, one of you will save a stray cat or hug a deer, in fact, everyone should hug a deer, those poor, poor, underappreciated animals. They need love too! Anyway, in the end I don't really care how anyone of you take this story, as truth or as only a story, for all I care you can forget about it the moment you finish, it won't matter to me, as, by that time, I'll hopefully already be dead. I just wanted all of you idiots that consider yourselves humans, and as such the top of the food chain, to know exactly what is going on around you.
I want to show you the monsters that hide under the bed, the beings that watch you from the night, the creatures that stand next to you and the beasts that dream of your blood. I want the truth to be shown and the lives that were lost to be known.
But I doubt many, if any of you, care about what I want, in the end. After all, this is a form of entertainment to you; none of you believe this to be real. And who would, monsters, demons, gods, death, and beasts, had I not already been insane, I would be calling the Crazy Cops on myself.
This story of mine will make you laugh, it will make you cry, it might even make you angry. I warn you now, mortal, before you embark on this journey with me through my memories, that this is no ordinary story and I am no ordinary girl. I am me, and I don't wanna be just another Cinderella in another fairytale land. This is my story. This is my day. This is my world. And this, cretins, is my adventure. Welcome to my life!