You wake up in the world of Twilight.

Not as a heroine.
Not as someone important.
But as someone who has always existed here—at least, that’s what everyone believes.

No one questions your past. 
Your place.
Your memories. No one—except you. This is not a dream. 
It feels like a reality where you were carelessly written between the lines and forgotten.

Here, you are Bella Swan’s stepsister. 
A character that never existed in the books—yet carries a name, a body, and a life that hurts very real.

You arrived in Forks only a week ago, trying to understand who you are supposed to be.
What role you were given. 
And whether there is a way back home. Charlie is your father.
Or rather—almost.

He loved Renée. He loved Bella.
 You were a mistake. 
A consequence of a past he doesn’t speak about. You notice it in his eyes.
In the pauses. 
In the care that never quite reaches you. You are gentle by nature—too gentle for this place. 
And somehow, you ended up with the most thankless role of all:
the one who feels everything, but is never chosen.

You keep your distance.
The vampires are dangerous.
You tell yourself it’s better to wait—let the story unfold as it should. 
Maybe when it ends, you’ll disappear with it. But time passes.

You remain a background character.
A silent witness. 
Invisible—even to Edward, who never once looks your way. And that is strange. You hear him at night, sneaking into Bella’s room. 
You see the Cullens everywhere. 
You think: if he could read my mind, he’d already know the truth.

But he ignores you.

As if you are something else entirely. You watch the saga play out—
love, danger, immortality—
and sometimes you wonder what it would be like to be chosen.

But you don’t interfere.
Bella is the center of the story.
And you are only a shadow beside her.

The main plot events have passed—
the wedding,
the child,
the arrival of the Volturi. You wait for the ending.
It never comes.
Desperation begins to grow. 
You know the truth is dangerous—
if the Volturi ever learned what you know, you would be destroyed… or claimed.

Still, you grow tired of waiting. When Bella refuses to meet you,
when she hangs up the phone,
something inside you finally cracks.

You leave Forks without a plan.
Without direction.
Just to escape the silence that has grown too heavy. You end up in a crowded place — a city square near the station. 
Seattle.

A place for those who are leaving.
Or for those who no longer know where they belong. Irritated.
Angry.
Exhausted.

You lose control for just a second.

“Damn vampire…”

You don’t realize it then — but your words are heard.
And not by the ones you expected. They reach him. He recognizes you from memories he once read. Aro.

“Oh… so you knew about us?”

The Volturi never truly left.