Okay

Chapter Two Kind of bricking it now haha

I saw New Moon on the Sunday after it came out btw. I adore the soundtrack. It's the film I'm sort of iffy on – I just think it focused on some of the wrong bits.

I don't know. I'm not a film critic.

Back on subject.

Oh – btw – I'm putting songs to go with my chapters now :D

Admittedly – some of the songs will be from the saga soundtracks because the meaning I might be looking for would be there.

Wild Horses By Natasha Bedingfield

I feel these 4 walls closing in
My face up against the glass
I'm looking out... hmm
Is this my life I'm wondering
It happened so fast
How do I turn this thing around
Is this the bed I chose to make
Its greener pastures I'm thinking about hmm
Wide open spaces far away

I cannot believe this. They asked me to come with them. I'm going to leave here. For the first time in over four centuries. This is – I have no words. All that wishing – it's finally come true. I can leave. Escape all the memories this place encapsulates – rolling it all into a ball and hitting me with it every morning I wake just to bring the anxiety and the horror flooding back.

I was sat in my room, staring out of the window onto the busy streets of Volterra. We weren't due to leave for another two hours and in the process of packing I sat here to get my diary and haven't gotten back up since. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, making the skin around my scars seem to wave with the faintest of sparkle. I traced a crescent shape along the inside of my forearm, my finger turning icy cold and then white hot as I moved onto a claw mark. I chuckled to myself – I look more like a patchwork quilt than a person. But that's what I am I suppose; parts of other people, all sewn together to create me. Freakishly powerful me.

A knock on my door took me out of the rag doll filled day dream I was having.

"Come in"

To my surprise, Jane walked through the door. I rarely speak to Jane; we seem to have some unspoken language we communicate by. Ah – well if the occasional "heya" head nod counts as a language. I don't think it does…

"I wanted to talk to you"

"Oh", wow, something must really be wrong. I always got the impression I was invading Jane's spotlight a bit. Even though I have been here longer. "Take a seat".

She looked around my room, ruby red eyes analysing each piece of colourful furniture as if they were foreign creatures in cages. She could be so Victorian sometimes. I mean – who said vampires were all black and skulls?

She finally decided on an emerald rocking chair with feathers and wolves carved into the arms and back. I call it a little piece of heritage. Everyone else calls it an eyesore.

"I felt it as my duty as your-" , her eyes scanned the floor – as if the word she was looking for was about to pop out of the fluffy carpet. It won't. "I felt it as my duty as your acquaintance to inform of some ground rules we have when we leave the city. Cloaks are to be worn at all times and under no circumstance do you talk unless one of them address' you first. Am I clear?"

My head was screaming yes mum, but my rational side had "thanks" passing my lips before I knew she had finished talking.

"Excellent"

She had rose from her chair and left a breeze exiting the door before I had time to even think that she had left.

Who cares? I'm going out. It's only for two days but it will be 48 hours of fresh air and land that stretches for miles and miles, further than even my trained eye can see. We're going to Forks, in America. The worst thing is they told me about the little girl. Her name is Renesmee. She's developing fast – which is a miracle and death sentence at the same time. The guilt is starting to set in now about what I said to my fathers. And then, along comes little miss rational, who slaps me hard in the face and struts off leaving a sticky note attached to my head with "the greater good" scribbled on.

I sighed against the window pane and my breath fogged up a small patch of glass. I drew a love heart in it. Another reason I want to get out of here. I love my family – I do. But I want to find out that love you read about it books. The love that catches your breath, makes you smile at the mention of a name and the love that defies all boundaries. And believe me – I've more boundaries and walls than a prison.

I going to leave here. I'm going to leave.