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"Maybe, If my heart stops beating, It won't hurt this much..." - Never Let This Go, Paramore

BPOV

This is my life. I wake up, cover the bruises, sneak a Nutri-Grain bar, go to school, get stared at for rumors or the truth--I'll never know, come home, get beat, cook dinner for him and go back to sleep. Oh, did I mention the blades? Well sneak that in there between cooking dinner and sleeping. Good, now we're on the same page.

Are you wondering who 'him' is? Most people do. Him is my father, Charlie Swan, Chief of Police here in tiny Forks, Washington. He started getting abusive when I was 8; When my mother died. I'm guessing it was...depression? I don't know exactly. But it happened. I knew that very well. I felt that. It got worse every time it would happen. First it was pushing, than kicking, than slapping, than punching. I didn't care if he killed me. I have nothing to live for anymore anyway. All of that left 9 years ago.

I got up from my bed and it's bloody sheets. Hm, the cuts opened up again? I'll wash them later.

I walked to my bathroom and looked at myself. I looked horrible, as usual. I had caked blood in my hair that had dried overnight from the bleeding cuts, a slightly swollen lip from Charlie's drunken abuse, bruises here-and-there, and my God-Given natural, boring features. The cuts were my fault, so no one else to blame there. Yes, I, Isabella Swan, cut myself. I don't know why, exactly. All I know is that the feeling of the blade on various areas of my body, slicing, cutting, doesn't really cause me pain. It just relieves it. Trading the emotional pain for physical. It just feels right. Try it.

I got in the shower to wash the blood out of my hair and cuts. I let myself get lost in the scent of my strawberry scented shampoo, forgetting everything else. But the calming heat of the shower could only last so long; I had to go to school.

Oh, joy. School.

The haven of students all shapes, colors, and sizes. They were all so trivial, so easily pleased. They didn't really know what went on. They didn't get...reality. I guess I'm just whining because my life is horrible and they didn't have a care in the world.

I walked to my closet and pulled out a white long-sleeved shirt that used to belong to my mother. I pulled it on along with a pair of jeans and my worn, black Converse.

I grabbed my book-bag and iPod and headed down the stairs. Evidently, Charlie had already left for work because he wasn't here. I went to the cupboard and searched around the back with my hand; I had to hide my Nutri-Grain bars back there where he would never look. If he found out that I had been sneaking food, I would get hurt. Badly.

I jogged out the front door. Sure enough, Charlie's cruiser wasn't there. But, something else was. I looked to the house next to mine and gasped. There was a big U-Haul truck, and unloading was a gorgeous, green-eyed, bronze-haired God. He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back, too, but in my state of shock it probably looked like a grimace.

I knew that the house next to us had been for sale, but I didn't know it had been bought! The angel put down the box he had been holding and jogged over to me.

"Hi, I'm Edward Cullen," He said extending his hand. I stared at it like a mental person for a moment, than regained composure and shook it.

"I'm Isabella Swan," I said, "But just call me Bella."

"Well, very nice to meet you, Bella. Looks like I'm your new neighbor."

"Yeah. How old are you, Edward?"

"17. And you?"

"Also 17. What school are you going to?"

"Forks High School."

"The one and only," I replied.

"What, you go there, too?" He asked.

"Yeah, It's basically the only high school within 15 minutes of here, and I walk so..."

"Right, right," He said.

We just stood there for a second. I finally broke the silence.

"Well, I'm gonna go, cause I'm gonna be late if I don't."

"Okay, Bella. See you around?" He asked hopefully. Hmm...hopefully!

"Yeah, yeah," I said back. "Wait, when do you start?"

"After I take in that next box."

"Oh, Okay. I'll see you there.

"Bye." He waved as I jogged down the road to get to school.

***

I walked in the doors of Forks High. I saw many people stare at the fact that it was warm out and I wore a black jacket, zipped all the way up, hood on. I rolled my eyes internally. They couldn't possibly be more obvious than they already were.

I went to my locker and unlocked it. When I did, who should pop up but Lauren!

Lauren was the prettiest girl in the school if you liked sluts with bleached blond hair, way too much make-up, and the skankiest clothes you could find in a store where dogs were aloud. Yes, she was a dog. A bitch to be exact.

"Hi, Bella! How was the pot today? Or was in heroin this time?" She asked in her annoying, nasally, voice. I rolled my eyes at her.

"It was actually Pixi Stix; I couldn't afford heroin."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"Whatever Swan, and stop shopping at Goodwill, you should just give yourself to charity."

"You're right! You're 10 times better than me. At least you charge for your services." I let the implications flow freely.

She opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, thinking of something to say. She couldn't think of a comeback so she just settled for calling me a druggie and walking away.

Ouch, that really hurt me.

I grabbed my books for Biology-my first class of the day-and walked towards the lab.

Crap, I have to pee!
I turned around and walked to the bathroom. I walked in but didn't turn the corner, because I heard her! Lauren! God, did she just somehow know where I was going?

"...and you seen that girl I was telling you about? Stay away from her! She sleeps with boys for money, does drugs and I've heard that she's had 3 abortions!"

I heard a tinier voice reply. "Thanks, Lauren, for telling me. I probably would've tried to become friends with her."

"Anytime," I didn't hear Lauren finished because I ran from the bathroom. I didn't need to hear her spread rumors about me to unsuspecting, gullible new students!

I ran all the way to Biology and walked in. I looked at the seat next to me that was usually empty. Not now it wasn't! Sitting in the chair that had been unfilled for the majority of my time here at the High School was Edward Cullen.

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