Chapter 1: Maybe There Was Something Wrong with Me

Maybe there was something wrong with me.

Yeah, that had to be it. There was definitely something wrong with me.

Why else would he leave me? We had something perfect going. He loved me and I had loved him. Sure, there was the whole Human Vampire thing, but I would have gone through the change for him. I had been ready to spend my entire life with Edward. We would have had eternity.

But there was something wrong with me.

So he left.

He left me on the damp forest floor crying in agony. I had lost—everything with those two words. Words that I don't think I would ever be able to forget.

"We're leaving."

"We're leaving."

"We're leaving."

Maybe If I say it enough times it won't be true. Maybe if I drive over to their house they'll all be there this time. Not an empty room, but a house full of a family that I loved and the boy I loved even more.

The truth, even if I deny it admittedly, is that life sucks. It's a whole lot of problems, lies, and people that say they love you but really don't. Life is a curvy road waiting for you to be the driver that takes the turn too fast and ends up in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. And because life sucks, and the fact that I'm the unluckiest girl in the world, the Cullen's will not be at their abandoned house, Edward will not be waiting for me at our meadow, and most importantly, he will never say I love you again.

Like I said; life sucks.

"We're moving to Mystic Falls, Virginia." That's what my father told me today as I walked into our house. He got a job offer as the new chief of police and decided to take it.

"A change of scenery would be nice, Bells," he said as he began to pack the dishes he never used from the kitchen. "You've been down lately and I—" I hadn't listened to the rest. He was just going to tell me what everyone else already did.

Get over it.

You deserve better.

I'll punch that no good, motherfucking, bloodsucker in the face.

It was all the same to me anyways. They wanted me to get over Edward, and I didn't know if I could. It was too fresh, and it hurt so much.

Now we're at the airport waiting for our plane to board. All I have is a small bag with my iPod and a book. Everything else had already been sent to our new house in Mystic Falls and should be awaiting our arrival.

At least that's what the mover lady had told us.

My father looks at me.

"Aren't you excited, Bells?" he sounds happy and I don't want to take that away from him. So I plaster on a smile and nod my head vigorously.

I hope it looks like I'm excited, but I'm sure I just look like a nut case.

"Boarding Flight 149. Boarding Flight 149." The speaker trills through the room. Charlie and I get up from our seats and head toward the lady that's taking the tickets.

"Have a nice flight," she says in the same fake, smiling voice to everyone that passes. I want to tell her to stop smiling so big. It's kind of freaking me out.

"Welcome to our new life," my dad says to me as we walk onto the plane. Of course, I don't tell him that I don't welcome this at all.

Instead—because I'm the perfect daughter—I sit down in my seat. Smile. And say:

"Can't wait."