A/N: well, this is a little something before we actually start with New Moon. it's incredibly short but I'll update the next one tomorrow or thursday whenever I'm free. I'm actually excited about this, I've already written half of New Moon.
Chapter 11: New Moon.
I used to believe I was the happiest girl in the world, I had everything I ever wanted: friends, family, a home and love. That was up until two weeks ago when everything went down hill, in some cases literally. Now, there's rock bottom, fifty feet of crap and below all that, there's me.
I don't know whose fault it was; maybe it was Bella's fault for jumping off a cliff or Edward's for going all suicidal about it. Perhaps it was Alice's for telling Rosalie about her vision or Rosalie's for being the nosy bitch she is and telling Edward.
Or you know what? Perhaps it was Jacob's fault, for saying I was crossing the line or even my fault for staying instead of leaving with all of them! But really? I don't really care whose fault it was and I don't what to know.
All I care about is that if one person of that list, including myself, hadn't done something stupid like they did, I wouldn't be here, sitting on my window, wearing his clothes—because they smell like him—, seeing pictures of us and crying my heart out. Yeah, who'd say that one of the strongest girls would break down? I assure you my sister didn't expect it, hell I didn't expect it! But it happened and to think everything just started seven months ago.
I, in all honesty, don't even know why I'm telling you this. Perhaps, it is because I promised I'd tell my story and all that crap but this is the present, not the past. Maybe I just need to vent, because come on! Why did I have to make that stupid promise to Carlisle? One little tip: don't you ever make a promise when you're happy. It just doesn't work. Now that I look back on it, I actually think it's not entirely my fault, he's the one who tell me not to call him again if I left and well I did; although, he was mad and you say thing you don't mean when mad—and he did look pretty devastated when I dropped the bomb on him, poor guy sure as hell didn't expect me to tell him that.
I'm guessing you're all pretty confused, so why don't I start from the begging? It didn't happen very long ago, like I said, and things actually started to go wrong on a day that was supposed to be a happy day: a birthday. This single birthday brought on a chain reaction so big, I'm still paying for it.
It's unbelievable how one day can change everything.