-Leah-
I hate the world. Sorry, but if I WAS supposed to exist it must be some goddamn cruel twist of fate, or that whatever is up there HATES me. The feeling is mutual.
The man I STILL LOVE, for howling out loud, MARRIED my COUSIN. MY COUSIN!!!!
Oh, and the fact that the other La Push residents CANNOT stop gossiping about it.
By now, I've resigned myself to eternity alone.
I went AWOL for a while, just running around in wolf form, ignoring Seth and Jacob's pleas for me to return. He even patched Sam through, and I told him to *censored*.
Being a wolf is the definition of dramatic. My little brother imprinted on a vampire/werewolf/human.
I'm happy for him and all, but STILL.
Happy endings are not for me, never have been.
In fact, I think my life resembles that of a soap opera.
My mom married the vampire's dad. Yes, Charlie.
I hate the man with a passion. Oh SURE, marry your best friend's widow after he dies.
Yes, he makes my mom happy. Yes, Harry would want her to be happy. But couldn't she be happy with some other guy?!
I hate my life.
I hate the world. Sorry, but if I WAS supposed to exist it must be some goddamn cruel twist of fate, or that whatever is up there HATES me. The feeling is mutual.
The man I STILL LOVE, for howling out loud, MARRIED my COUSIN. MY COUSIN!!!!
Oh, and the fact that the other La Push residents CANNOT stop gossiping about it.
By now, I've resigned myself to eternity alone.
I went AWOL for a while, just running around in wolf form, ignoring Seth and Jacob's pleas for me to return. He even patched Sam through, and I told him to *censored*.
Being a wolf is the definition of dramatic. My little brother imprinted on a vampire/werewolf/human.
I'm happy for him and all, but STILL.
Happy endings are not for me, never have been.
In fact, I think my life resembles that of a soap opera.
My mom married the vampire's dad. Yes, Charlie.
I hate the man with a passion. Oh SURE, marry your best friend's widow after he dies.
Yes, he makes my mom happy. Yes, Harry would want her to be happy. But couldn't she be happy with some other guy?!
I hate my life.
-Leah-
I hate the world. Sorry, but if I WAS supposed to exist it must be some goddamn cruel twist of fate, or that whatever is up there HATES me. The feeling is mutual.
The man I STILL LOVE, for howling out loud, MARRIED my COUSIN. MY COUSIN!!!!
Oh, and the fact that the other La Push residents CANNOT stop gossiping about it.
By now, I've resigned myself to eternity alone.
I went AWOL for a while, just running around in wolf form, ignoring Seth and Jacob's pleas for me to return. He even patched Sam through, and I told him to *censored*.
Being a wolf is the definition of dramatic. My little brother imprinted on a vampire/werewolf/human.
I'm happy for him and all, but STILL.
Happy endings are not for me, never have been.
In fact, I think my life resembles that of a soap opera.
My mom married the vampire's dad. Yes, Charlie.
I hate the man with a passion. Oh SURE, marry your best friend's widow after he dies.
Yes, he makes my mom happy. Yes, Harry would want her to be happy. But couldn't she be happy with some other guy?!
I hate my life.
I hate the world. Sorry, but if I WAS supposed to exist it must be some goddamn cruel twist of fate, or that whatever is up there HATES me. The feeling is mutual.
The man I STILL LOVE, for howling out loud, MARRIED my COUSIN. MY COUSIN!!!!
Oh, and the fact that the other La Push residents CANNOT stop gossiping about it.
By now, I've resigned myself to eternity alone.
I went AWOL for a while, just running around in wolf form, ignoring Seth and Jacob's pleas for me to return. He even patched Sam through, and I told him to *censored*.
Being a wolf is the definition of dramatic. My little brother imprinted on a vampire/werewolf/human.
I'm happy for him and all, but STILL.
Happy endings are not for me, never have been.
In fact, I think my life resembles that of a soap opera.
My mom married the vampire's dad. Yes, Charlie.
I hate the man with a passion. Oh SURE, marry your best friend's widow after he dies.
Yes, he makes my mom happy. Yes, Harry would want her to be happy. But couldn't she be happy with some other guy?!
I hate my life.
-Jasper-
Sometimes, I absorb the emotions around me. Like now. Did I mention I'm about to have a nervous breakdown?
-Bella-
When everyone you love is at risk, you'll put yourself up. It goes without saying. It just does.
Because I would rather be torn apart a thousand times, endure the fire of becoming a vampire all over again, endure it for the rest of eternity, rather than watch the Volturi take my family.
Wordlessly, I stand up and at human pace, make my way to the large ominous door.
In a very soap-opera-ish manner, Edward grabs my hand. I snort, and lift my shield.
Let go, Edward. I'm going in there, end of story. I can't just stand by and let it happen.
"Bella... I'm coming with you." By the tone of his voice, he means it.
Sometimes, I absorb the emotions around me. Like now. Did I mention I'm about to have a nervous breakdown?
-Bella-
When everyone you love is at risk, you'll put yourself up. It goes without saying. It just does.
Because I would rather be torn apart a thousand times, endure the fire of becoming a vampire all over again, endure it for the rest of eternity, rather than watch the Volturi take my family.
Wordlessly, I stand up and at human pace, make my way to the large ominous door.
In a very soap-opera-ish manner, Edward grabs my hand. I snort, and lift my shield.
Let go, Edward. I'm going in there, end of story. I can't just stand by and let it happen.
"Bella... I'm coming with you." By the tone of his voice, he means it.
-Renesmee-
We were going back to our house. I wanted to be home, more than anything else. Jen was actually a month old, but looked about twice as old.
Uncle Emmett had said, before we had left, "Oh, the mayhem we shall create!" Should I be afraid?
Probably.
Maybe I should seriously consider enlisting the help of Rosalie, Jasper, my mom and dad, Alice, Esme, and Carlisle.
Now, however, Jen is (physically) six months old, and if I miss any more sleep, I will start crying.
Why the hell do people claim that they've slept like a baby if they wake up every two hours?
Anyways, at least she's started sleeping more. Mom, Rose, Alice and Esme help a lot, too.
* * *
I love being a mom, and I love my daughter, but at this point, all I care about is ripping Seth Clearwater's face off.
Did I metion I'm being held back by three different werewolves right now? And that they are seriously struggling?
Setyh imprinted on my baby.
We were going back to our house. I wanted to be home, more than anything else. Jen was actually a month old, but looked about twice as old.
Uncle Emmett had said, before we had left, "Oh, the mayhem we shall create!" Should I be afraid?
Probably.
Maybe I should seriously consider enlisting the help of Rosalie, Jasper, my mom and dad, Alice, Esme, and Carlisle.
Now, however, Jen is (physically) six months old, and if I miss any more sleep, I will start crying.
Why the hell do people claim that they've slept like a baby if they wake up every two hours?
Anyways, at least she's started sleeping more. Mom, Rose, Alice and Esme help a lot, too.
* * *
I love being a mom, and I love my daughter, but at this point, all I care about is ripping Seth Clearwater's face off.
Did I metion I'm being held back by three different werewolves right now? And that they are seriously struggling?
Setyh imprinted on my baby.
-Jacob-
"Renesmee wants to see you."
If there was anything else the Ice Princess wanted to say, I didn't hear it. I was already running. Sure, it was five miles, but it would only take a minute. Bella had practically kicked me out with the cheerful words to have fun and that Renesmee would not be waking up any time soon.
I hurled myself up the irritating staircase and saw Renesmee. The pychic pixie had probably dressed her, there was no way she'd be wearing that in the circumastances.
She had moved from the bed onto the small chair, and was holding Jen in her arms. She looked up at me and smiled. Yeah, so it was corny but it was perfect.
"Renesmee wants to see you."
If there was anything else the Ice Princess wanted to say, I didn't hear it. I was already running. Sure, it was five miles, but it would only take a minute. Bella had practically kicked me out with the cheerful words to have fun and that Renesmee would not be waking up any time soon.
I hurled myself up the irritating staircase and saw Renesmee. The pychic pixie had probably dressed her, there was no way she'd be wearing that in the circumastances.
She had moved from the bed onto the small chair, and was holding Jen in her arms. She looked up at me and smiled. Yeah, so it was corny but it was perfect.