******Twilight is owned in it's entirety by the all powerful, Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing other than these original thoughts. We, the humble millions, just share in her love for the characters she created by creating our own worlds, where they exist in our stories. Thank you Stephenie for your creation.****

To my amazing, talented, wonderful, and ever patient beta SydneyAlice, my most humble of thanks goes out to you. For without you this story wouldn't be half as decent as we both hope it will turn out to be. It would have probably remained a jumbled rambling, in my ever scattered mind.

If you need a wonderful story, please check out her "I Will Follow You Into the Dark". Trust me you will laugh, cry, and long for the relationship described in her story. And I ask you to find a more adorable version of Seth as a child out there. He alone tugs at your heart strings.

Without further ado….I give you "Judgment".


Judgment: opinion: an opinion formed or given after consideration; divine punishment: a misfortune regarded as a divine punishment for folly or sin; decision on disputed matter: an opinion formed or a decision reached in the case of a disputed, controversial, or doubtful matter.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I was judged, and this is my story.







What is that? Did I leave the faucet on after brushing my teeth last night?

My mind felt so fuzzy. Like when you are just waking up from a deep sleep and nothing is really connecting or making sense yet.

My hair was hanging loosely down around my face. It felt so stiff and scratchy against my skin. I could tell it was matted and dried. My stomach began to churn as I smelled the awful rust and salt smell of blood, and I willed myself not to throw up from it.

My arms were aching from being in the same position for God knows how long. I tried to control my head as it bobbed up and down lazily as I took in my surroundings. My eyes felt so heavy, like I was trying to open them with lead weights attached to them.

I was cold, so cold. A chilling breeze blew across my back as an awful stinging sensation nearly caused me to break out in sobs.

I shook my head trying to clear it from the fog in which I felt consumed. My memory seemed to be just as jumbled but was slowly starting to clear.

I had just gotten into my car to leave work. I was so excited because it was the last day of school. The parents of the children that I taught in my kindergarten class at Forks Elementary had all chipped in and bought me a three day spa weekend as a thank you for a great school year, and I was raring to go.

Don't get me wrong - I loved those little buggers. Each one will always hold a special place in my heart, but boy was I ever glad to see summer break arrive.

As I started the engine, the radio blared full blast at me playing a song I hadn't heard since high school - "Hungry Like a Wolf". Just as I had begun to reach for the volume, a hand had reached from behind me, covering my nose and mouth with a cloth. I tried with all of my might to scream, but that it just came out as a muffled sob.

I scratched, clawed, kicked, and fought with all of my draining strength.

But then there was just blackness.


Author's Note: Ok so I know the first chapter was short, but they get longer as you continue reading. I hope you have enjoyed it so far and are wishing for more. If you feel so compelled please leave me a review. The next chapter should be up before weeks end. With the help of my wonderful beta SydneyAlice, and barring that I don't interfere with her own posting, I hope to have at least a new chapter up once a week. As always, thank you for taking the time to read my story.