Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or the places in Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does. I just own the plot of this fanfiction.
It's been a little over a since I put up anything new when it came to fanfiction. I'm now finally getting back to writing. I don't when I'll finish my stories that not complete at the moment. I'm still stuck on writer's block for them so they are temporarily on hiatus until further notice. So please be patient with me if you've been waiting for new chapters. New chapters will be up when I can get them done because I don't even know where the stories are going right now. I hope that you enjoy this new one right here. Please don't forget to review afterwards.
The crescent moon's light shone through my closed window and onto the floor ending at the edge of the bed post. I was laying in bed trying to get some goodnight's sleep without the usual, but that was becoming a failure every night. I turned over to my other side and sighed. Closing my eyes, and attempting to get to dreamland, I could've sworn I heard a strange noise outside nearby in the woods. Then again, I could've imagined the whole thing as I finally was able to drift off to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, the sun shone so brightly into the room that I had immediately shut my eyes from the blinding light. I placed my hand over my closed eyes to continue to shield myself from the sun. I stayed like that for a couple of minutes then I slowly opened my eyes at the same time I slid my hand down to my side until my eyes had finally adjusted to the amount of sunlight.
I took my time to get out of bed and get ready for school. I walked over to my dresser and picked out underwear and a pair of jeans. I then walked over to my closet and picked out a light blue sweater and made my way to the bathroom to shower.
As I stepped out of the shower to dry off, I began to think of the strange noise I thought I had heard last night as I grabbed the towel off the rack. The noise sounded like an someone in pain, but then I got a scary thought. What if the noise wasn't made by a human? What if it was caused by some animal, even something that I couldn't begin to fathom? I shook my head of that thought.
I finished drying off, got dressed, and then went downstairs to the kitchen. I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat at the table. As I ate, I started to think about how my life has been and surprised to discover that I hated how I've been.
It's been almost two months since they left. For the rest of September, I was catatonic. I couldn't sleep, due to nightmares during the night, or eat. I wouldn't talk to anybody at school or even Charlie. The pain of him leaving me was so unbearable that I couldn't think straight. My mind was completely blank. I just couldn't believe that he would do this to me, that all of them did this to me. There was no life to me at all. I felt that everything was over like I didn't think that I could go on anymore. How could I carry on with my life? I was utterly a zombie. There was absolutely no emotions left. All that I could feel was despair, anguish, and numbness and just...ALONE. I couldn't talk to anyone about this or explain why I wasn't good enough. He told me it would be like he never existed and that was someone or a group of people had came near me to kill me, whether that person or people were human or like them, I'm a hundred and twenty percent positive that I wouldn't have felt a thing. I wouldn't have cared at all. I would've been happy.
All of a sudden, a overwhelming rush of anger coursed through every vein in my body. It wasn't just anger that I felt. There was also the despair, anguish, but disbelief. How in the world could they just pack up and leave after what had transpired at the party without so much as a goodbye. At least, he came to see me instead of calling me or leaving me a note that he was breaking up with me and they were leaving town for my own good.
My own good? How dare they? I kept their secret, kept what really happened with James in Phoenix from Renee and Charlie and everybody at school. I trusted them with my entire being, heart and soul, stayed faithful to him in our relationshipand this is the thanks I get. I know I was his singer, but did that mean I was being used-that he was just showing off to the family that he could have a relationship with me without killing me like I'm some trophy. Did they plan this from the get go?I mean, did I not matter to any of them? Did they even care what happens to me? Did they all forget about Victoria?Did he really love me? Did they even think of me? He promised he'd never leave me and he broke that promise.
Well, I was sick of it. Sick of it all. I couldn't take it anymore. I bet that they were happy and moving forward with their "lives" and wouldn't care if I died or not. They would act like nothing had happened, that I hadn't become an important person to them. Thinking back on it now, the way he treated me, I couldn't believe I didn't see it before. He was controlling me and everything that I did. It would explain his behavior. It was because he thought I was weak, pathetic. He wanted to buy me a new expensive car and when I told him no, he would be so disappointed. He denied everything that I wanted, begged for. That was now the final straw.
They are going to get a rude awakening. I'll show them that they just made the biggest mistake of leaving me. PERIOD. I'm going to prove them wrong. I'm going to turn my life around. I needed to get out of this rut that I've fallen into and fast. It was probably going to be a slow process, but I'm going to succeed. I'm going to show them that I'm stronger than they think I am. This was going to be payback.
I looked up at the clock and realized I had five minutes before I had to leave if I didn't want to be late for school. I finished eating quickly and put the bowl in the sink. I went upstairs to brush my teeth, get my school bag, and make my way out the front door. As I walked to my truck, I gained the confidence to show people a different side of me. I now had a life to look forward to. I wasn't going to let anyone control me any longer. I would make my own decisions and no one was going to tell me otherwise.
For the first time since they left, I had a huge smile on my face with an air of authority.