Believe Me, I Wanted To Say. I've

I Felt Excited To Go To School, And That Scared Me. I Knew It Wasn't The Simulating Learning Environment I Was Anticipating, Or Seeing My New Set Of Friends. If I Was Being Honest With Myself, I Knew I Was Eager To Get To School Because I Would See Edward Culllen. And That Was Very, Very Stupid.

Time Passes. Even When It Seems Impossible. Even When Each Tick Of The Second Hand Aches Like The Pulse Of Blood Behind A Bruise. It Passes Unevenly, In Strange Lurches And Dragging Lulls, But Pass It Does. Even For Me.

It's Pretty Obvious, Isn't It? I'm Joining Your Crappy Little Renegade Pack. The Vampires' Guard Dogs.

Edward Helped, Making Faces Every So Often At The Raw Ingredients-human Food Was Mildly Repulsive To Him.

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.