My explanation for this "fanfic":

For those of you still with me, thank you. Now I know you probably don't believe this story and to be honest I don't really care if you do or not. It wouldn't change anything. I'm writing this down because I haven't had anyone to talk to while I'm going through all of this. I even saw a therapist, but like Bella once said, you have to tell the truth to get anything out of it.

Not to mention the therapist I got was crap. That's a whole other story. When I went to talk to her she said that people with post traumatic stress (that's what I was diagnosed with) need validation of the events that happened to them. She said this because she guessed I didn't want to tell her my story.

Well, duh. I'm not going to tell her I'm stressed out because I live a secret life with vampires. She suggested I kept a journal. I did, but they kept "mysteriously" disappearing. So here I am, writing it on this website.

Here's a note for Alec if he ever finds this fanfic: I told you, you should have let me keep the journal.

Moving on...

This is all going to be anonymous. I don't need the Volturi or any other psychopath after me. So I need a name, I guess. Something you all can know me by. I can't use Jane Doe. Jane is part of the Volturi. At least she is in the book. I haven't really gotten any confirmation that she, herself, is a real person.

Let's call me Jaylin. Jay, for short. I've always liked that name. It all started a few months ago with an uncomfortable task. I just had to walk outside in the dark. I'm sure its even happened to you at some point. In the dead of night you have to step outside, maybe just to the front yard, or go to the outside trash. In this case I had left my cell phone in my car. It was about twelve at night and I needed my phone which was my alarm clock.

I was a mess. I'd just had a shower, no bra, just a black oversized t-shit and green checkered pajamas. I shivered in the cold January air and quickened my pace as my bare feet hit the cold grass. I watched the shadows around me suspiciously with my keys ready to stab any foe who might see me as an easy prey. That thought alone made me smile with embarrassment.

Who would be out this time of night to see me running to my car?

Who, indeed.

I reached the door of my car and twisted the key into the door. That's when I heard it. A quiet shift of rocks kicked onto the asphalt. My head snapped up. I saw nothing in the orange lighting of the streetlights. It was ridiculous to be this jumpy. We have plenty of dogs, squirrels, and cats in the area. I knew that. So I leaned in, took my phone from the cup holder, and habitually hit the lock of my door without even thinking.

I checked the battery of my cell phone with a glance and bumped the door with my hip. It slammed shut with a terribly loud crack that made me flinch. I thought it was my car. Had I shut the door on a seatbelt? Then the light shifted. I glanced up and saw the street light falling. It creaked and groaned, then finally hit the truck across the street with an earthshaking boom.

Glass shattered from the beat up car's windows and the streetlight's bulb. Sparkling glass sprinkled across the ground. My hands went up to shield my eyes. I felt the light sting of tiny shards of glass hitting my palms. The light the bulb fizzled out and died.

The only light from the street was from the porch lights turning on down the street. My heartbeat was a roar in my ears. Dogs barked from people's backyards at the commotion. I could see people in the apartments moving to their windows. My panic struck me faster than I could think logically.

Run.

I bolted up the walkway to the stairs, and shut the door behind me before anyone could see me. By the time I locked the door behind me, I was laughing. I couldn't believe I'd reacted that way. People started to come out of their homes and talk. The owner of the truck was crazed with anger. He was shouting at everyone, why I don't know. He could just sue the city for their shotty streetlights.

At least no one had seen me. That was the weirdest thing to happen to me in a long time. Funny, how I thought about how this was going to be quite the story to tell some coworkers. Since then, I've come up with a few more interesting stories because it was that moment that led up to everything resulting in this "fan fiction."

I went to bed that night and it was the last peaceful sleep I ever had.