A/N: Hello, I figured I would tell you that I'm updating all of the chapters. There are some bigger changes and some smaller changes, but overall it's just to make the story more readable, and to make the story make more sense in general because as I was re-reading it, I realized there were some parts that made no sense at all. But that's all. Bye for now.
Tonight was the perfect night to read. You could hear the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the window and occasionally the booming sound of thunder, or a flash of lighting. And my room was warmly lit thanks to my many candles. Sundrenched Linen curtesy of Bath & Body Works. So it really was the perfect reading environment, at least in my opinion it was. Happily, I plopped onto my bed with my favorite book in hand. This was probably the thousandth time I've read it as well as the other books in the saga, but they were just THAT good.
Quickly, I found myself lost to the world and lost in the world of my book. "'Be very still,' he whispered, as if-".
"Eva!" My mom's voice echoed from downstairs, shattering my concentration. I felt a surge of annoyance as I turned my head to look at the door. I was so close to the best part; HE WAS ABOUT TO KISS HER, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. I could almost hear her heart beating faster, their breaths getting shorter. But noooo, my mom had to ruin the moment by calling me down right now. Seriously, mom? Can't you see I'm busy here? "Gimme a minute!" I yelled back, hoping she would get the hint. I quickly folded the corner of the page I was on and placed the book on my nightstand, making a mental note to resume the story as soon as possible, and to get an actual bookmark instead of continuously ruining my precious book. Reluctantly, I got up from my cozy, warm bed, out of the safe haven that was my room, and trudged down the stairs, dragging my feet. I hated being interrupted when I was reading. It was the only thing that made me happy these days. Well, that and pizza.
I entered the cold dining room and saw my mom, who smiled warmly at me when I entered immediately making me feel bad for my attitude, and dad sitting at the table, eating spaghetti. The smell of tomato sauce made me nauseous. I hated spaghetti. Everything about it, especially the sauce. I don't know what it was about the sauce, but I just found it absolutely revolting. I wondered why they always cooked it for dinner. Did they not care about my preferences? Did they not notice that I never ate it? I mean, come on, it's not rocket science. I've told them I don't like it before. I glanced at the counter and saw a plate of pizza and fruit waiting for me. My mom had probably ordered it for me, knowing that I liked it. She was trying to be nice, but it only made me feel worse. I felt guilty for being ungrateful, but I also felt angry for being pitied. I walked over to the counter and grabbed the plate, intending to take it to my room. I just wanted to be alone with my book and my pizza. Is that too much to ask?
"Hey, where are you going?" My dad's voice stopped me in my tracks. I slowly and reluctantly turned on my heel and saw him looking at me with a stern expression. He was holding a fork in his hand, pointing it at me like a weapon. "I think we should all eat dinner together," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He gestured to the empty seat next to my mom, indicating that I should sit there. I frowned slightly, feeling a wave of resentment. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved my parents, but I really hated eating in front of them, or anyone for that matter. It was just so awkward and uncomfortable, in my opinion at least. They always asked me questions that I didn't want to answer or made comments that I didn't want to hear. They always tried to make conversation, but it always felt forced. And I really wanted to continue reading my book. It was the only thing that made me feel alive and excited.
"But I don't like eating in front of people," I tried to explain calmly. Desperately hoping to be allowed to go back to my room.
"We're not just people, we're your parents, so come sit down," he said sternly. Sighing, I realized that I had no choice. I had to obey my dad, or else he would get angry. And I didn't want to make him angry. He scared me when he was angry. But he was also kinda annoying when he was angry. I swear he had a complex or something. He had this attitude that practically screamed 'you need to obey me because I'm bigger and stronger and older than you'. And he could be really mean even if he didn't realize it. I slowly walked to the table and sat down next to my mom, putting my plate in front of me. I felt a pang of defeat, knowing that I had lost another battle. I looked at my pizza and fruit, wishing that they could magically transport me to another world. A world where I could read my book in peace, and where my parents would understand me. Or better yet, a world where I could be with Edward Cullen. Swoon.
Edward Cullen, I thought wistfully. Don't even get me started on Edward Cullen. He was, he was, he was. I don't even know how to put how he was into words, but basically he was perfect, and he was everything. And it didn't hurt that Robert Pattinson looked super hot when he played Edward in the movies. But just everything about him was amazing, his copper hair, his eyes, his face, his personality, most of the time, just everything. It was safe to say that I was obsessed with him. You could even say I lo-" How was school," questioned my mom cutting off my thoughts of Edward.
"Umm, it was fine, I guess," I mumbled to her, thinking of how school actually went. I.e. not great actually it went pretty bad, but I wouldn't be caught dead telling my parents that. Avoiding any further questions I began eating as quickly as I could.
As soon as I finished my food, I sprinted up the stairs to my room, barely able to contain my excitement. I couldn't wait to get back to my favorite book ever. Twilight, or as I like to call it, The Greatest Book Ever, is a book series that I discovered a little over a year ago. Am I a bit late to the craze? Yes. Does it matter, or make me love the books any less? Absolutely not. I love everything about them: the characters minus Bella, the plot, the romance, the suspense. They are my escape from reality, my guilty pleasure, my obsession. I jumped onto my bed and grabbed the book, eager to resume where I left off. "'Be very still,' he whispered, as if I wasn't already frozen. Slowly, never moving his eyes from mine he leaned toward me. Then,".
Then the lights went out. I thought nothing of it. I mean why would I? It was probably because of the storm. While blindly moving my hand around trying to find my phone so I could have some light, I heard my window creak open more than it already was. Usually I would never open my window at all, but because it was raining and I was on the second story I figured it would be fine to open it a little bit. But now as I sat petrified on my bed I was really really REALLY regretting that decision. Suddenly I felt very drowsy, and I felt my eyelids getting heavy. I tried to keep them open but I just couldn't. I felt like I was falling forever into darkness forever with no hope of stopping.
A/N:Have a great day :)