I might as well go back to the beginning...

When I was 9 years old, Alec told me I was the prettiest girl ever.

He told me he wanted to be my boyfriend.

So, I agreed.

He told me one day he was going to marry me and if he didn't it would be because he died.

I laughed.

He was my boyfriend for a week.

Then some teacher told his parents and they convinced him he was to young to date.

He broke up with me the next day.

I acted like I was fine for two DAYS!

The rage built up in me.

Then his sister Jane asked me to spend the night.

That night I went to bed early.

I woke up first and went into the kitchen.

I turned the gas stove on without lighting it, knowing Mr. Volturi would light a match the second he woke up to smoke.

Then I went into jane's room.

I woke her up and convinced her to go into the woods with me.

I swore her parents wouldn't wake up until we were back.

We went into the woods outside her house and raced so many times we were probably a mile or so out.

She wanted to go back so I slowly agreed.

I walked back really slow.

Then we heard a loud BOOM and flames licking at the trees.

Jane and I raced to the house.

There was no house.

No Alec.

No, relationship ruining parents.

In that second, that second alone, any feelings I had towards Alec were gone.

I was happy.

Not an ounce of guilt.

The police said that the explosion was an accident.

TheY ruled all the deaths an accident.

Jane moved to a different state with her aunt.

I went home.

I never did anything like that again.

Then my mom and dad started arguing.

So dad moved away when I was 14.

I stayed with my mom until she married Phil.

He became my softball coach when I turned 16.

He told me he loved me.

Then he met my mom and I wasn't special anymore.

I called dad and told him I wanted to move out with him.

We convinced my mom to agree.

But when she was on the phone with my dad she was complaining.

She said she made a mistake and Phil wasn't right for her.

My dad just said...Til death do you part and hung up.

The night before I was supposed to leave I put sleeping pills in his chicken nuggets.

He ate 20.

I put Night quil in his beer.

He drank 5.

He went to sleep early.

The next morning my mom drove me to the airport.

She didn't wake Phil.

When I arrived at Forks I went to bed as soon as I got there.

In the morning my dad told me Phil died.

He realized what he told my mom and hee repeated everything to the police.

Two days later my mom was arrested for murder.

There wasn't a cheating guy named Phil.

There wasn't a man stealing whore named Renee.

I guess I realized I was wrong in a way.

So I didn't date anymore.

That is until I met Edward.

Edward changed me.

At least I thought so.

When he left I realized he only covered me.

I went to La Push.

I went to a wild party.

We all went on a hike...

The was a wild bear attack and I managed to get away while the bears mauled my best friend and his friends to death.

That's at least what the news say...That doesn't mean its true.

Like I said before, this isn't a romance.

This is a story about my death and the death brought by my hands...

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