I never thought a book could get someone killed.

But here I am, sitting in the rec room, flipping through the cracked spine of Twilight, the weight of two spiral pigtails resting on my head like a crown. They’re not mine. But they are now.

It started in the library. Bored. Curious. Just looking for something to fill the silence. And there it was—Twilight, the only copy left in the school. I saw it at the same time as her. Celestia Ludenberg. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect disdain.

We both reached for it. Our fingers brushed the cover. Neither of us let go.

'I got here first,' I said, voice shaking.

'I'm not sure you did,' she replied, smiling like a doll.

We pulled. We yanked. We fought like animals.

Then she threatened me. Said she’d beat me with the book and graduate with it stained in my blood.

I didn’t care. I needed this. Edward… he speaks to me. He understands me. He wouldn’t let someone like her take what’s sacred.

When I grabbed her pigtail—thinking it was her arm—and it came off in my hand… I laughed. Not because it was funny. Because I finally had power.

She begged. Celestia Ludenberg begged.

I told her to trade. She refused.

So I walked away.

And that’s when she said it.

'Edward Cullen will never love you.'

Something inside me snapped.

We fell. We kicked. We screamed.

Then the bookshelf shook. A book fell. Dust exploded into the air.

I sneezed.

She froze.

I saw it in her eyes—panic. Weakness. Fear.

I lunged.

Now, I run my fingers over the page where Bella whispers, 'You are my life now.'

I smile.

She was wrong.

Edward doesn’t love the perfect.

He loves the obsessed.

And I… am his.