Author's Note: First Twilight story. This idea popped into my mind a few days ago and I knew I had to write it. I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing.

Have you ever felt like you shouldn't have been born? Or that you were a mistake? I have. More than once, actually.

My name is Isabella Swan. I am twelve years old and as of ten minutes ago, I am a runaway. My mom, Renee, left my dad when I was a baby and took me with her. Things were fine until she found a new man and married him. They wanted to be by themselves, so she packed up my things and sent me to live with my dad. My dad, Charlie, was a wreck after Renee left him. He started drinking even though he's still the Chief of Police in Forks, but I think that he only works there so he can take his anger out on criminals.

You must be wondering why I'm running away from home, yes? Well, you won't find out yet. Let's just say I have a swollen lip, a black eye, and a bruised back. If you can't connect the dots then your going to have to wait.

I was walking for what seemed like ages with a large duffle bag hung over my shoulder. I stayed hidden from the view of those on the road, knowing that Charlie - when he sobers up that is - will send out a search party for me. I know that he loved me and all, but he missed Renee more and it clouded everything. Once he started drinking, he couldn't stop.

I looked down at my watch, three hours I had been walking. At twelve, I had no idea where I was or where I was going. However, the rain had stopped, so I took a deep breath and sat down underneath a big tree covered in leaves.

I needed a nap.

I was sure no one would find me there, so I pulled a small blanket out of my duffle bag, wrapped it around myself, leaned back, and closed my eyes. Not ten minutes - I think - had passed before I felt someone shake me gently. I opened my eyes slowly and saw a big man, with huge muscles, curly brown hair and gold eyes. He was extremely pale, but I figured it must have been from living in Forks for so long.

I opened my mouth to scream, but his gloved hand covered my mouth quickly.

"Relax." He all but whispered, "I'm not going to hurt you."

Behind him stood a tiny grinning woman. She had short spiky black hair and the same golden eyes and pale skin as the big man.

For some reason, I trusted him. I nodded and closed my mouth. Slowly, he drew his hand away from my lips.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"B-Bella." I stuttered out, wondering what the two of them were thinking.

"Bella." He repeated, "I'm Emmett and this is my sister Alice." The girl behind him waved at me. "We're here to help you."

"Why?" Why would anyone help me? I don't deserve it.

Emmett grinned at me. "Because we want to." He held out his hand to me and helped me up up while his sister grabbed my duffle bag.

We walked back to a big jeep, where I climbed into the back and sat patiently as Emmett drove. I had no idea where we were going, or whether or not I could trust them or not. I felt like I could, but I could've been wrong. But, what could have been worse than being twelve years old and having to fend for yourself. After all, not everyone is a horrible person.

...Right?

After what seemed like forever, we pulled into a long driveway. Their house was huge! Much bigger than anything I had ever seen before, other than on T.V. or in the movies. It was white, with a lot of big windows. Very beautiful and classy.

"Bella. We're here." Alice's high-pitched voice said before she opened my door and helped me out of the jeep. I walked slowly toward the front door, practically hiding behind Emmett and Alice. I wasn't sure if their parents knew I would be there, and I was still scared. I didn't want to go home and I hoped they weren't going to make me.

We walked into the house and suddenly two women and two men were standing in front of us.

Why were they all so beautiful?

The first woman saw me and smiled a small, sad smile. She looked like the oldest, but much to young to be the mother of teenagers.

The other woman looked at me with a mixture of anger and sadness in her eyes. I wasn't sure what that was about. She looked like a model, absolutely gorgeous. She had long blonde hair, much prettier than my boring, ugly, short brown hair.

I guessed that the next man must have been the father, but, like the women, he looked much to young to be the father of teenagers. He was a blond and was wearing a white lab coat.

A doctor?

The last looked like he was in pain, but he also looked sad. He resembled the blonde girl a little bit, since they had the same hair color and everything.

They all had the same golden eyes and pale skin, and that was the only thing that made them look at all related.

"Bella," Alice began, "This is Esme and Carlisle Cullen. They are our parents." She said, motioning to the first woman and the doctor. I waved to them for half a second before I dropped my arm to my side. "And this is Rosalie and Jasper Hale, our brother and sister. Where's Edward?" The question was directed to Mrs. Cullen.

"I sent him out to get a few things for me," She answered before she turned to look at me. "Bella, dear, I know you must have a lot of questions but you look extremely tired and I think it would be wise if you went to get some sleep. Alice." I turned to look at her, who nodded. I followed her up the stairs and down a hallway all the way to a room at the end.

The room was practically empty other than the rack of books, thousands of cd's, giant bed, and long leather couch.

"This is my brother Edward's room. He won't mind you using it for now until we get your bed set up in the guest bedroom." She explained, placing my duffle bag on the ground and leaving the room. I sighed and walked over to the bed, flopping onto it and burying my head in the pillow.

It smelled good.

Why were these people being so nice to me? I'm a worthless piece of nothing and I don't even know these people. If I disappeared, it wouldn't really affect them. So why were they opening up their home to a no body? Someone they didn't know?

Soon, my eyelids got heavier and heavier and I eventually fell into a deep sleep.

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Preview:

"We're going to have to tell her," Esme began.

"No." Rosalie and I hissed at the same time.

~Italian-Princess~