Young Battles

Chapter One

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Rose Point of View

I sat on top of my washer. Doing nothing but picking at my nails and, looking at my reflection in the mirror across from me. I had long thick blond hair, it had a slight wave and went to my lower back. My eyes were a clear blue and I had long brown lashes that could make any guy fall to their knees in front of me by batting them once. My skin was pale, I didn't get a lot of sun because of where I lived. I was tall and skinny, had long legs to there; beanstalk high and, my father and mother were both made of money and I could get anything I ever wanted and needed.

You would probably think of me as vein, but no I'm not. I hate myself with a passion. It wasn't because people at school saying mean things, or that I didn't make it on the cheer leading squad. Please I could have easily gotten on if I tried out. It wasn't because daddy cut off my credit card, as if he would ever do that we had more then enough money.

Maybe I hated myself because I was too weak to fight. Or because I was too beautiful that it caused my down fall. Possibly the reason was that I felt so ugly and dirty, that no amount of soap or kind words could make me feel like I should even be alive.

Daddy and mom had flown out to London because mom's book was big there and they wanted her to do a signing. I went with them and couldn't wait to see all the beauty of London. The first night there was great and I loved my room daddy had gotten me. We would only be there four days and mom had book signings the whole time. I decided to go shopping and look at all the sites by myself, because Dad would be with mom the whole time. I wanted to touch Big Ben, I had seen so many pictures. I just wanted to touch it so bad to say that I had done it, it was something daddy couldn't buy.

I had touched Big Ben and realized it was getting dark when I had stared to look for street names, I tried to remember where my hotel was. I pulled my sweater sleeves down over my hands as the cool wind bit into my flesh. I parted my hair in the back of my head down the middle and pulled it over my shoulders, then pulled my hood up. I groaned at my stupidity to get lost in some place I had never been to, and didn't know anyone, or anything for that matter. I turned a corner and held my breath as I walked past a bar. I tried to walk by quickly, and cleared the bar. I let out a sigh and continued on my search for home. Unfortunately I didn't think to cross the street before I walked by the alley next to the bar. Arms wrapped around my lower waist and pulled me tight against whoever, I screamed quickly before his large, rough hand clapped over my mouth. After the time I spent in that alley my life, to me, would always feel like filthy shame.

I shook my head at the worst memories that would ever happen in my life, and felt my eyes prick. I felt sick to my stomach as I looked in the mirror one last time before I left the room. I was so mad at the thought that I was to weak to defend myself from the pain that I now had, I couldn't even fight a mental battle; that I was having with myself no less! I reached over and clicked off the light, my reflection could still be seen. Why couldn't I just disappear? Anger surged through me, for myself, who was too stupid to think before she got lost in an unknown place. To the guy that raped me, because now I couldn't even face myself in the face. I balled up my fist and it smashed against the cold glass of the mirror. I hissed at the pain from the shattered glass that cut into the flesh between my knuckles. Blood dripped in a steady line from my still clenched fist. Was I weak now? I punched the mirror again, and again. With my other fist mirror was no longer there, but was among many pieces in the sink and the floor. My fists were bloody, and ripped apart. I sighed at the pain it brought me. It felt nice. I unclenched my fists, and clenched them again as my body sunk to the floor around me. I slammed my balled up hands on to the floor around me and screamed the screams I was prevented from letting loose.

Alice Point of View

I sat at the table my little brother and sister, they were picking at their food they didn't like peas. My mother sat at the head of the table holding her head low, saying things every once in awhile when Evan, and Lily would bicker back and forth. My family was very... not organized. I was pale, white as printer paper really, I cut my hair short, so it was black spikes. My eyes were brown, and my lips were a dark pink, I was super short and could pass as a sixth grader. I pushed my peas around one my plate, not one touch of food touched, or eaten.

It wasn't because I didn't like it or because it was cooked back. I just couldn't eat. I was afraid to. I sighed and stood up taking my plate to the garbage can, and dumping the food in hurt me. I wanted to eat it and be good but I couldn't, I would just puke it back up later and that was so not pleasant. I didn't stop eating until dad left, for another family he had the whole time. I guess I wasn't good enough for him. Evan and Lily are four, they probably wouldn't remember much of him. I guess that was good less for them to ask questions about later on in life.

I had three other sisters, and a new born baby brother, well he was around a year old now. I was seventeen. I was anorexic, and I had lots of doctor visits. My clothes hung off of me and I could easily hid the way my ribs showed through my skin. My stomach screamed at me every once in awhile, but that had gone done a lot since the last time I had eaten.

I was in the middle of my sophomore year in high school and I was getting good grades, despite the C I had in chemistry honors. I pushed my binders into my bag and slung it over my shoulder, I huffed as the strap cut into my shoulder because of the weight in the bag. I hurried out and caught a ride with my friend Jessica and her dad. I hopped out of her car saying bye and that I would see her tomorrow. I heard yelling inside and rushed in thinking one of the twins had gotten hurt or something. I opened the door to see mom in tears yelling at dad. His face was red and looked like it was going to turn purple.

"I wish I never married you, and had this life!" My mom screamed as I walked through the door. My stomach dropped, did that mean she regretted me? I looked between mom and dad, she had now turned her back to us and I saw her shoulders shake. Dad walked over and kissed the twins on the forehead, then walked over to me. He hugged me loosely like he regretted me too. He walked out of the front door quickly and I haven't seen him since then.

Mom ordered out for dinner, I ate quickly and left the room. I went upstairs and her words swirled around in my head. My stomach twisted and I ran for the bathroom, where I puked my dinner up. I hugged the toilet till I was ready for bed, which is where I stayed for a week, not eating and not feeling.

I ate every once in awhile after that, enough to survive, but even that was barely enough.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and looked in the full length mirror. I pulled my shirt away from my body and watched it flow slowly back to the place it dangled off of me. I might as well been a hanger for the cloth to hang on. My stomach rolled, and I was able to pitch forward before nothingness came out. The stuff that came out of me felt like pure stomach acid, I dropped to my knees and hands, gagging, and heaving the whole time. I coughed hard at the end of heaving and was taken back when blood surged out onto my messy carpet floor. I groaned as my body rolled forward and was able to miss the bloody puke by inches and laid on my side beside it.

Was I finally dying? My door creaked open and I was met with Evan's brown eyes, his mouth opened and suddenly screamed, "Mommy!"

Bella Point of View

I was a sick person, not sick physically, but mentally I was. I was on a plane to my dad's house in Forks, Washington. I loved my dad but I didn't really know him, I spent most of my life with my mom. I couldn't be with my mom anymore, she wasn't alive anymore. To say that I was there when she died, on her bedroom floor, would be horrible. But it was true. I laid my head up against the window and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up with my alarm, Monday mornings, they are so fun. I showered quickly and got dressed. I made my way to the kitchen and cooked breakfast for my mom and me. I plated our food and made my way to my mom's room. I knocked on the door and opened it. I shook my mom softly her eyes fluttering open quickly. She smiled and said, "Morning honey."

"Morning mom." I smiled, and opened her curtains as she walked over to her dresser. The Arizona sun was bright in the sky this morning and I heard a thump behind me. I turned quickly to find my mom on the ground she wasn't moving, "Mommy!" I screamed and raced for the phone on the night stand. I held my mom's head in my hands over my lap as I talked to the 911 person. I sobbed as my mom left the earth.

I awoke with a jerk and sighed, I don't think I would ever be able to stop thinking about how I watched my mom die and had no idea how to help her. I wiped my face, and looked out the window. I asked the assistant how much longer until we landed in Seattle, and was surprised to find out we were about twenty minutes from landing. I sighed and looked out my window until the plane touched down.

The drive to my new home was long, and silent. Dad still loved mom, even though she walked out on him right after I was born, taking me with her. Once we pulled up to his modest two bedroom house I carried my bags upstairs and he announced that he was going to work. I started to unpack my things when I came across a small silver tin. I ran my fingers over the healing scabs on my lower arms. It had been five days since I had used my razor to cut myself. I pulled the little thing out and slid it quickly against my wrist, feeling the rush of pain go up my nerves. I sat my razor down, I would come back to that later, and went through the rest of my belongings. At the bottom of my suitcase was a clear baggy full of different colored pills. I smiled and pulled out a handful. I went down to the kitchen and drank a glass of water, downing a pill with each swallow. I walked up to my room quickly, and settled down under my blankets.

I drifted up to a darkness I didn't want to wake up from.

Okay guys new story! I really like this one, I've been working hard on it for like four days now. I rewrote and rewrote so please tell me what you think. Thank you for reading, review?