Memoir
‘Now don’t dog-ear the pages, or bend the spine. Or I’ll bend you.” She cautiously warned handing me her copy of Twilight.
I got into my mom’s car the rain splattering onto the windows. I opened the book, being careful not to break Sarah’s rules.
I sat in my room 3 hours later 200 pages consumed, wanting more. My eyes hurt, back stiff from sitting in my bed, and homework still in my school bag, stupid school and teachers. I frowned, I needed my homework done, dang-it. I sat down my book and watched weary-eyed as I let it go.
Five Months Later:
I sit in my room, re-reading Breaking Dawn for the fourth time. Tears start to well up as I look at the final two words: The End. My dreaded villain at the end at such a heroic book. I look around me, I have T-shirts, posters, and even a 6′ foot stand-up of Edward Cullen. I believe I have an obsession.
I can still remember the smell of that day so long ago. The 2 day non-stop readi ng of Twilight, Labor Day Monday reading New Moon (I have the food stains to prove it) 3 days of Eclipse, and that week of Breaking Dawn. Is it sad that I’m in love with a fictional character, dream about the books, write Edward Cullen thousands of times without knowing it.
I talk to friends now, none of them really into it anymore, which upsets me. I feel stuck in my own little world.
This is not an obsession anymore, a addiction.
Now, do I need a intervention?
