Hey guys! I'm so sorry to say this but I don't think I'll be writing this story in Edward's POV. I know I said I would and I am really sorry about that but unless I get over the writers block for this story I'll just be writing other things. I wanted to say thank you to all that reviewed though. You don't realize how much they mean to me so thank you all so very much. And also, there is an original story I'm writing right now and I wanted to know if I were to post it in the Twilight section (since it has some Twilight themes) if you guys would read and review for that one. I'll give you a little excerpt from the prologue and you guys tell me what you think okay? I love you guys and thanks so much for the reviews (again haha)
Preface: The Reason Why
I remember the day it all went wrong. I remember it too well actually. It started out like any other. The five of us meeting at our spot. Taking out the pot and smoking up a storm. Even as freshmen we smoked. I think that fucked us up the most, the pot. Or maybe it wasn't, maybe we were fucked up anyway. I guess we'll never know now. Four years later and we're still not over it. Three deaths, two of them suicides, and two attempted suicides. I guess that could be the reason we're still not over it. I am proud to say I do not fall under either category. No suicides or attempted ones. Those were all of my friends. I could have, and I wanted to. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. It scared the crap out of me at the time. Still does. But we can't be held responsible for these actions. We were just kids for Christ sake. We didn't know what it was like to lose someone, that is, until it happened. And it didn't just stop at one, it was three. God three fucking deaths in one month. Can you imagine?