I was a human once, before I fell head over heels for him.
Brown eyes, skinny, pale, and never fitted in anywhere.
I was new in school, moving from my hot scorching Arizona city to freezing to death Forks that rained and snowed a lot.
My school days were limited, along with my life line.
I was dying, a slow painful death.
My mom died when I was little, my father was a deadbeat drunk and I lived with my grandmother who just died a few weeks back.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was fifteen.
I went into chemo a few months after finding it out.
The lump was pretty big, and the doctors had to take out more than they had thought.
So I wore baggy black shirts from then on.
I walked home, in the rain and hoped my dad wasn't there.
I was wrong. He was drunk and waiting for me.
After a few hits and screams at me for the blame of my mother's death, I cried.
Slashed red crossed my wrist and let the numb feeling take me away.
I saw brilliant red eyes stare from my window from outside, and jumped in surprise.
I was dazzled from what I saw.
Pale, cold skin that felt like marble.
And hope, that was deep in his eyes.
And from then on,
I knew I was safe.