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An Edward Cullen love story I fell swiftly to the dirt and pounded my fists against the ground, forming dents in the soft soil. My tearless cries echoed through the woods, and I chucked my glasses into the lake in a fit of rage. What good would they do me now, anyway?? I wanted--I needed--to run somewhere, but I didn't have the energy--or, I shouldn't have the energy. At this point, the only thing I should have been feeling was exhaustion, but all that ripped through my body was desperation and anger. I was going to hurt him for this. I would kill him. He was a fucking monster and now I was just like him: cold and dead. Sounds racked in my brain, but I couldn't care less. I let my body lay completely limp and let out a shaky, unneeded breath. To be honest, I didn't really care about anything right then. I didn't feel anything, physically or mentally anymore. I wanted it all to end. My tantrum was over, and I had to accept that this would be the rest of my eternity. Why did no one help? They had to have known something was going on. Footsteps quickly made their way toward me, and heavenly voices competed with the ringing in my ears. I didn't acknowledge anyone, I didn't need to. I didn't want to. Maybe if I was lucky, they were bringing me somewhere to end this torment of nothingness. The last image that flashed across my mind was Edward's perfect face, and how it wasn't there when I needed him the most. Then my mind clicked; I shut down. Accalia Indigo White was just a 17 year old girl forced to run from her problems in the Witness Protection Program; and her last stop was Forks, Washington. What happens when Indigo gets caught up in a life she never even knew existed? Does she accept it for those she loves, or despise it for those she hates? Vampires can't love Werewolves anyway though, right? The only characters belonging to me are the characters I've added into the Twilight series
Chapter One
