Disclaimer : I do not own Twilight, only my own OC's.

A/N: I am editing this story because there were a lot of plot holes that got derailed and I lost sight of what I was truly trying to do. Fuck shit up.

Warning: mental health/ suicide

'- inner thoughts

''-talking

Chapter 1 – 1 in 500,000

It was once explained to her that the brain is a living organ and like most living organs, it is prone to diseases. Mental health was a disease. Some people can catch the signs of early mental health due to the fact that most mental health issues are hereditary. Most mental illnesses can be inherited. She did not know this. From age twelve to sixteen she had been lived in blissful ignorance thinking that her abandonment issues were the prime cause of feeling like the whole world was going to swallow me into a dark abyss.

During fourth form, her would be sophomore year in secondary school, the school had career day. She saw the booths for Psychologists, they handed out pamphlets and she automatically took one shoving it into the First Citizens tote. Once she arrived home, she had emptied the tote, combing through possibilities of her future career.

She saw one for Psychology and a line that read , '' Do you think you have mental health disease in your family?''

She pondered the question.

She remembered so vividly on two occasions , the first time being eleven sitting at the base of my father's bed, holding a razor blade in her hand, making a long cut. She felt the sting, but she also recalled the sheer panic of trying to hide the jagged line from her dad, not because she harmed herself but because she didn't want him to think she was seeking attention.

The second time she recalled was last year, at fifteen, repeating the same action, but she showed her best friend and she started crying and Melissa freaked out because she was crying and she assured her ,she wasn't trying to kill herself. The thing is, she didn't know why she was doing these things.

She needed answers.

She decided to head to the library.

The sky was overcast. She grabbed her trench coat and an umbrella and her mask.

''I shouldn't be feeling like this,'' thought Melissa. She couldn't stay very long in the library, she could only browse and check out , she couldn't stay to read. The library had changed it's policies due to the Corona-virus outbreak. She checked out a copy of the book called ''Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders'' by the American Psychiatric Association. She looked at pages and spotted something, reading more of it, she deduced that she could possibly have 'severe anxiety' which was hard to catch, but she knew she had it.

She shoved the book into her bag, which sat on top of an old, beat up copy of Twilight. The front was nearly faded, it had doggy ears from the amount of times she bookmarked her favourite pages. It was an old book. The walk bag to her house wasn't long. She tapped on her earpods and listened to Enya. Then she heard the rumble of thunder.

Enya was soothing. The rain that threatened to soak her, was not.

Her footsteps picked up a fast pace, she was nearly home .Only two more streets and she would be there. Her humble abode.

Melissa Analise Pierce was 16. She was a people pleaser, a photographer and sometimes a bit anti-social.

Melissa was practical, she went nowhere without her Nikon DSL camera, her cellphone, a penlight and a swiss army knife.

It never killed to be prepared. Her grandmother was a doomsday prepper. She called her the 'Corporal.'

Her phone rang, she fumbled a bit and clicked on her headset.

'Yes'

'Hey mellybelly'

She smiled. It was her cousin Aaron. Aaron Rojas was 6'2, slightly afro-trinidadian but actually a 'red-man'. She really wished he was her brother sometimes, not her cousin-in-law. He was married to one of her cousins, yet she knew him since she was eight, so he was practically family.

'Hey strawberry'

He also got her interested in the anime Bleach, where the protagonist, Ichigo Kurosaki was a protector and substitute soul reaper. 'Ichigo 'in Japanese meant strawberry and protector.

'You home?'

'No, I'm walking there now.'

'Alright, open the gate for me please' She could almost see his grin.

'No worries, I will.'

He hung up and her Enya started playing again.

The rain picked up, she started jogging, the cold water already drenching her, she could feel it on her skin.

Then she heard it.

Thunder, like a cannon blast, it was getting closer.

She all but ran.

She grabbed her headphones and stuffed it into her satchel. She tightened her hoodie. Her teeth were chattering endlessly.

A wind picked up , blowing leaves all around her, pieces of paper were flying all over the place.

It's a funny thing to note that only 1 in 500,000 people got hit by lightening strike, unless you had the un-luck, because it could never to luck to be hit by lightening seven times, unless you were Roy Cleveland Sullivan.

The thunder was closer, it was picking up a steady pace.

Then it struck like a coiled snake.

She screamed.

Her sight was going, the last thought she had was.

'That hurt '

-CT