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A World of One
I hate cliché stories. Stories that begin with 'Once Upon a Time,' and end with 'And They Lived Happily Ever After.' They're unrelateable, unbelievable, foolish, mindless. They envision a world that is…perfect. And sometimes, sometimes that isn't what we need.
Once Upon a Time…
The Cullen's held a nineteenth birthday party for me, some sort of sick joke I presume. I stood in the living room, surrounded much the same as last year by Vampires. Blood drinking Vampires. There was Edward, beside me. Esme and Carlisle, standing by the cabinet. Rosalie and Emmett, near the coffee table. Then there was Alice and Jasper. Jasper's smile was shy, guarded.
I casually slipped my finger beneath the purple wrapping. I smiled as someone, Rosalie I think, made an inappropriate joke about last year.
…there was an ordinary girl…
But I wasn't paying attention, not really, because as I pulled my index finger free from the paper, a sharp, acute pain ran through my hand. My eyes welled up with tears as I noticed the miniature, devastating scratch.
…who fell in love with a Vampire…
We all watched the single, powerful drop of blood free-fall through gravity.
…after a huge adventure…
Nobody spoke as the crimson liquid seeped into the carpet, forming into a russet brown as it dried. Nobody spoke as we waited, waited for what would surely happen. Nobody spoke as we waited, waited for the end.
…the adventure broke trust and hope. It formed fury, hurt, regret, hate, pain, longing and torture…
But the end never came and the scratch, over time, morphed into a scar. Morphed into a memory.
…eventually, gradually, the family came back together. The pain vanished, relief taking its place. And the hope was finally, finally replaced…
I laugh as I look down at the band-aid covering my finger. The band-aid that Jasper had handed me.
All eyes were trained on my finger, on the blood. I had jumped a little as I noticed the blonde haired Vampire slowly approach me, walking carefully through the statue of bodies. His arms were spread out in a sign of innocence, as if to prove that he wasn't going to hurt me. He paused a step away from me, slowly reaching into his pocket. I had snorted as he handed me the adhesive strip, the band-aid. And he had smiled. He had smiled.
…and the girl found Peace…
We all make mistakes. Every single one of us. We all have regrets, and there are some things that we would redo, if given the chance. Everybody, everybody makes mistakes. Some mistakes are bigger than others, and some mistakes are hardly worth worrying about at all. We all make mistakes, nobody, nobody is perfect. You're wasting your life if you're striving for perfection, all you can do is try your best, all you can do is live in the moment. That's horribly cliché of me, and I've mentioned that I hate cliché stories. But not all tales have to be of death and destruction; you're allowed one happy ending, one glimmer of hope.
…my name is Bella Swan, and I saved the Cullen family…
We all make mistakes. But we also all get second chances. We've all made mistakes, and that makes us equal, that makes us all, in a way, human. That makes us all, in a way, a world of one.
…And They Lived Happily Ever After.
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And all I can say is Thankyou. Thankyou to everyone who ever supported me. Thankyou for everything. Thankyou isn't a big enough word.
Just, thankyou.
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