Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

BPOV

13 years old

I have been in this orphanage forever now. I sighed. No one wanted a freak like me. Well that was the views all us orphans had.We were all immortal creatures. Raised till 18. Then left out on our own to die or live on our own. If we were lucky to get adopted we could become full human.

Here is how it is. While we are owned by the orphanage we can only be what we are when we are in the house. But some of us is a certain time.

If we got adopted by human we got to live for the rest of our lives. If we're adopted by immortal creatures we can live as our immortal form forever.

The reason why no one wanted to adopt me for the humans is because I am a freak. For immortal no one wants a witch in the family.

I sighed again. One of the vampires just got adopted again.

Another sigh. It was my only friend here.

"I don't have to go if you don't want me to," Mary said.

"No. You deserve a happy life," I said happily. Then a little bit too harsh, "Go have fun with you vampire friends."

"You don't have to be so mean about it. If you don't want me to go just tell me," she hissed back.

"Mary that isn't what I meant. You know getting adopted is a touchy subject for me," I said with a sigh.

"Hey I brought you into the chose! You are now just being rude!" she yelled running out.

I sighed again. I notice I have been doing that a lot lately.

30 minutes later

"Bella?" Mrs. Samuels asked knocking on my door.

"Yes?" I said opening it. She walked in and sat on the corner of my bed.

"Well, when Mary ran out she turned human again because of the rules. She wasn't full the vampire's. We there was some vampires running around outside an well…you know what happens. I'm sorry."

She left closing the door behind her.

I collapsed on my bed and started to cry. It was my entire fault. If I hadn't have argued with her she would have never ran out. And even if she did run out I should have stopped her knowing where we lived was not safe for people like us. Also I should have supported her idea.

As I fell into a dreamless sleep I couldn't help to think that I could never talk to her again. I could never get advice from her again. I could never tell me how sorry I was.

As I thought all of that I cried myself to sleep.