The BestFriend (Carlisle x Oc) Book 1

Chapter 1

Being born with powers was no easy path; revealing them branded me a villain, a label I consider deeply unfair. On the very day I was gifted with these abilities, I was thrust into a dual existence—a blessing intertwined with a curse. I've often cast myself as the antagonist in my life's narrative, but this time, I intend to rewrite my story.

On a lovely afternoon, Sammy was out for a stroll when she noticed a woman slumped on a bench, seemingly lifeless. Cautiously, she approached and spoke up.

"Are you alright? Do you need medical help? We can go to the hospital," Sammy offered. The woman looked up, her sad eyes framed by long brown hair cascading around her heart-shaped face. "No, I don't need a hospital. I just need a moment to think," she replied softly. Sammy nodded and took a seat beside her, both comforted by the silence. Sammy could feel the woman's sorrow lingering in the air, stirring her curiosity about its source.

"Do you want to talk? I'm here to listen," Sammy gently prompted, and the woman offered a faint smile. "What's your name?" she asked. "It's Samantha, but I prefer Sammy," came the reply, accompanied by a warm smile. "Thank you for sitting with me, Sammy. I need to share something heavy. I was expecting a baby with my husband, but I lost the child four months in. Now each day feels like unending torment, and I can't find a way out. The memories of that day haunt my nightmares, and during the day, they flood my mind. It's all too much," she confessed, tears glistening in her eyes. "I can't pretend to fully understand your pain, but I want you to know that you are a remarkable woman. I've faced my own battles. My powers appeared when I was just five years old, and since then, I've been cast out by my family and labeled a monster by those I once called friends. I thought I was the villain in my own fairy tale. I often wonder about the purpose of these powers—if they can even be called a gift—since I can't comprehend their meaning," I shared as a faint red mist swirled around my hand. "Why was I chosen for this? Is it a gift, or a curse? These questions haunt me, with no answers in sight," I said, casting my gaze toward the fading sunset.

Esme's empathy radiated from her as she placed her hand over mine. "For what it's worth, I don't see you as a monster," she reassured me. Sammy turned to Esme, smiling, and together they watched the sun dip below the horizon.

This moment marks the blossoming of a beautiful friendship, a memory to treasure as two souls intertwine. Together, they would stand by each other, inseparable until the end of time.