Chapter 1: Reminiscent

AN:*I do not own the Twilight's Characters*

Bella's POV:

I always thought my life would be plain and simple. High school, maybe college, career, and death. Never having to fight for something, protecting someone or something, and never building a legacy. Fate can be cunning and definitely twisted. Compared to the life I'm currently living, I still have the thought of: what if?

'Would it even matter?'

I popped another unprescripted Xanax pill into my mouth.

'Don't judge yourself'

It numbs the pain that Edward Cullen and his coven left on my bare heart. It's not pathetic as it may seem. I hated him and his animal-munching "family". I sometimes laugh at other people's personal definition of the word: family. Their definitions are so simplistic. They give no in-depth thought towards the question. Who is family? Charlie's my family, because he's never left me and while I continue to let him down, I know he would never abandon family. Charlie lived up towards the definition of family. He's my support system.

'Although that system been burned and crashed, every since the 'the forest''

When Edward left, I had the most terrifying nightmares and Charlie would rush into my room to almost cradle me like a baby. The truth in those dreams , is what made it a nightmare. Someone had to be held accountable in those dreams, and I loved the Cullens so much that I took the blame. All the time.

Carlisle and Esme were like my second parents. I mean I do love Charlie and Renee, but Charlie didn't hover. I thought I liked that special characteristic about him, but I guess I didn't want to be that bratty daughter always asking for attention. Carlisle offered me unbiased advice, and sometimes I just loved being in his presence, because of his calm nature. Esme was everything Renee wasn't. She paid attention to the small things. She was the glue that kept the family together, but I guess Elmer's glue doesn't hold forever.

Alice was my fun and shopaholic sister. I could be in the foulest of moods and Alice seemed to almost transfer her neverending abundance of energy to me. I told her stuff that I was afraid to tell Edward, in fear that I would be reprimanded like a child. Alice understood me, or so I thought.

Jasper was like a brother who didn't socialize with people. He was distant, but because of the way Alice talked about him, I thought he was one of the sweetest people on Earth. Him and Alice had been together for so long, that he managed to avoid Alice's visions to surprise his all-knowing psychic wife with the newest Gucci shoes from Milan, among other gifts. His southern charm was visible, and he didn't try to hide it.

Emmett was the brother that I've always wanted, no matter how much he embarrassed or annoyed me. I was the constant butt of his jokes, whether it was because of my clumsy, uncoordinated human nature or the fact that Edward wouldn't go near third base with me. AKA fuck me. Emmett always managed to make me blush like a red tomato on a hot summer bee-stinging day. His jokes would have me laughing for days, especially when he made fun of Edward's prudish ways or in his words "Eddie Boy". He was my protector, but he failed at protecting me from his brother's harsh and unwanted words.

Rosalie was like that popular sister who didn't want to be seen with her measly, low profiled sister. Though I doubt she saw me as a sister at all, I saw her as my sinfully beautiful cold-hearted sibling, who loved me deep down. Way deep down. I didn't take her mean words to heart, because she spoke to everyone that way. Emmett seemed to be the only one to break the ice around her heart. But I knew she was fiercely protective of her family and she proved that, the night James decided to hunt the human playing baseball with vegetarian vampires. Ha. Rosalie let me have it that night, despite Edward trying to defend me.

'Edward was my love.'

That's the statement. Edward captured my attention almost immediately in that tacky blue-gold cafeteria. With his perfectly copper tousled hair and his flawless skin, anyone would fall for him. He went from sending me death glares to asking me about my boring life. How could anyone so beautiful take interest in the brown-haired, and brown-eyed new girl who's truck backfired? I knew he was different from the start, from the way he talked like he was a century old to the way he spoke with so much emotion.

One sentence had me smitten. "Hi, I'm Edward Cullen," he said. With one sentence I knew, I wanted to know him. And I did eventually get him and we lived in ignorance bliss until the unfateful night of my 18th birthday.

'Stupid fucking party'

Up until that night, I thought I was an angel flying on cloud nine until Edward cut my wings. I thought we had that 'Romeo and Juliet' love, you know that love where you both would die in each other's arms just to be together. If only I had realized that type love was toxic and not a great leading example of real life. For Christs' sake, Juliet was thirteen! She had no idea of what real love was, but I didn't either, even at the ripe age of 18.

I envy Juliet though, because she escaped this world with her lover. I wanted to escape too, but I couldn't leave behind Charlie and Renee. I will never be free.