Hey guys! I'm finally finished with my outside novel (wanted to get that out of the way so I could devote myself to this.) I thought of this idea and was like, " What the heck? It's worth a try." So here's the first chapter. PPPllleeeaaassseee let me know if you like it, and if I should continue it or not!

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iluvtopazes

Depression

Life was wonderful, possibly the best thing I'd experienced. Too bad that's gone forever. Sometimes I wish that Carlisle had just left me to die – if it meant going somewhere for eternal rest. But no. I'm stuck on Earth for the rest of forever. We were traveling to a new place once again. Whoopy-freakin-do. Even worse, we're going to a small town in Tennessee that never sees the sun.

Finally, I strapped on my heels and dove out of Edward's car faster than anyone's eyes could've noticed. I ran and ran and ran. I didn't care where I would be going. I just needed out of that car. I needed to be somewhere where Edward can't hear my every thought. I wasn't fazed when both my heels broke; I kept running.

I ran past barns, pastures, houses. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the door step to my old home. I felt a tightening behind my eyes – that's where the tears should have stepped in, but they never did. Vampires can't cry. I could never step foot in that house again. I'd never see any of my family or friends.

I walked around to the back and sat on the steps leading to the back porch. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cradled my head against them. I let out an unnecessary shaky breath. I remember when my mother would comfort me out here. She would just brush my hair and braid it; then un-braid it and start over. God, I miss those times.

Why did this all have to happen to me? Me, who wanted a future for myself. Wanted a husband and child. Now I'll never have that. The back door creaked open, and a fragile sounding voice asked incredulously, " Rosalie?"

I was gone in less than a millisecond. I can't believe I just got caught. Of course, since I disappeared so quickly, my mother would probably just write it all off as a hallucination. I laughed despite myself; I might have just caused my mother to go to therapy.

I decided it was time to get back to Carlisle and the others. I was running through the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee when I heard a bloodcurdling scream. I turned quickly and ran in the direction of the scream. I skidded to a stop when I saw what was happening. A young man – around twenty – was getting attacked brutally by a bear.

I didn't waste a second before springing into action. The bear was easy to deal with. All the blood around the man, however, was not. But there was something about his face that kept me from hurting him. I knew that he would die – unless I could get him to Carlisle. I had scooped him up and was concentrating on running fast and not breathing. I didn't have much time left – not much at all.

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