Author's Note: First fanfic, first story. Usually I write essays analyzing classical poems and stories so this is quite a change for me. I've never taken the time to actually write a story so you might find grammatical errors and the likeā¦let me know if you do. I don't mind criticism.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Prologue: Door Number One, Please.
I had to flee there was no other way, but how could I keep my heart from leaping out of my chest. Like a flaying fish, my lungs were gasping for air. Could I really deceive a vampire into thinking I was completely relaxed? No, I couldn't. How was I suppose to get out of this? Think Bella !
Even if I did deceive him, what then? Where would I go? I couldn't run forever. It was clique to even think it, but it was now or never. I had to make a choice. I exhaled, and entered the room. He was standing there, waiting. Watching my every move with a disguised indifference. As if he didn't hear the throbbing of my heart against my chest.
