AN: Hello to whomever will read this. This is my first try at writing a fan fiction story. I'm hoping that you guys can read the prologue and tell me if I should continue with the story or not. I promise you the plot will thicken. If you guys want to read more, the next chapter will introduce Isabellas life and will shine some light on what she was talking about in the Prologue.

I sincerely hope you guys will accompany me on this journey!

Em

Prologue

She was running, to where she did not know. Somehow all that's happened made her see; she was not the strong person everyone made her out to be.

How did she get this way? When did her life begin to spiral so out of control?

It all started with a job, a job she took out of desperation. You see, people expected something out of her. This small town girl who thought she had the world in the palm of her hands. But what she was foolish enough to ignore consciously, was that to get somewhere, you must have the means, the power, and the money. And money, money she lacked.

My name is Isabella Swan, and as it turns out, I'm just another ordinary girl, nothing special or unique, nothing great or ingenious. Just a stupid little girl who thought she could play in the big leagues. And they ate her up. He ate her up; this high and mighty, cocky with a God complex human she thought she could outsmart, outplay, outrun and hate.

In my dream I was still running, exhaustion was prickling in my legs and arms. My lungs felt like I was breathing fire. I was crashing, and I had no idea how to make it stop, how to wake the hell up from this nightmare that is my life. I bargained with God, begged and pleaded; wake me up, please just make this end. I felt myself curling into a pathetic ball in this outrageous bed that I should not be in. Consciousness was evading me, and yet I could feel my body begging for mercy.

"Get me out of here" I whispered in my dream. But it fell on deaf ears.

He was not here, he was long gone and yet I was consumed by him. He surrounded every aspect of my being. I was in his house, his family just a doorknob away. But the blessed darkness did not want to disappear.

It was the first time in my life that I abhor the darkness, feared it and wished it away.

You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach? The one that tells you something horrible is about to happen? The most primal instinct man developed?

You know that little voice in your head that tells you to run, run as fast as you can and don't look back?

I've have that feeling, that little voice in my head, screaming at me since the very first time I saw him.