I'm not your average seventeen year old. In fact, I'm not really seventeen at all. I mean, don't get wrong, I have the physical appearance, mental capacity, and emotional threshold of teenager, but in the real world, I'm technically five in human years.
Confused? Yeah, I would be too.
Let me explain, give you a rundown of what exactly I mean. I'm a hybrid; part vampire, part human. I was born five years ago to a human mother, Bella. My father a vampire, Edward. In all actually, I should not be here. My existence rare, at first even unknown. During my birth, I killed my mother. I literally ripped her inside out, breaking bone after bone inside her fragile, thin body. I remember the exact moment I saw her. The light in her eyes were fading. She reached for me, and I actually bit her. My father snatched me away handing me to my Aunt Rosalie, as I heard the last breath my mother took of her human life. My mother's best friend, Jacob began CPR, as my father reached for a syringe filled with his venom. He jabbed it into my mother's heart, forcing her into a new life. At first, it didn't take. He had no other option, he began to bite her in random places forcing more venom to etch through her veins. They waited. A few days later, she was born again. The only human in history to survive the birth of a hybrid. My birth was a mixture of pain and happiness. Some wanted me alive, some wanted me dead, and some still couldn't believe I was alive. In just a few hours of my birth, I was the object to be killed, I was imprinted upon, and life for everyone dramatically changed.
You think your life is hard? Try living in my world.
