I do own this story but I don't own Twilight or its characters(ha ha) This story was originally my english essay/story but it was too graphic so I was not allowed to use it.

*Just to be clear there are mature scenes in this story and is not suitable for young children. Those who read this story please be warned that there are scenes of obsession, rape and other graphics* You are warned read at your own risk.

"Life may be darker than self, but self can lie better than life."

"Can you tell me more about that?"

"Fine."

Three years ago was when it happened. Life was moving by me nice and fast not a worry, not a care. There was nothing, not a surprise, every day was planned. Wake up at 6:00 hours and get to school at 8:00 hours. Everything was planned, every test had either a right or a wrong answer there were no maybes. Nothing was a surprise. Then she came. I'm not going to lie to you and say that she brightened up my day and every day was wonder full with her because it wasn't. She was so goddamn annoying, always prancing around, singing some fucking song you can find on Barney. She is a 16 year old for god sakes. She is every thing that I have been taught to hate, to destroy, to make sure it never showed up again. My father always said there is no place in this world for the weak and she was weak.

I hate that little bitch, why the heck was she so goddamn happy all the time. I played her game and at the end she was the one who got burned. We went to the movies out to eat, we laughed and joked. I lost my self and forgot the reason why I started this game with her. It was fun at the time, to not know why or when and sometimes even how. We created our own schedule, nothing was planned. We did every thing we felt like doing no matter what. I felt like kissing her one day so I did. She didn't care and kissed me back. That was when everything went wrong. I was too dependent on her. She was my everything and to her I was nothing. The next day I saw her she had her legs wrapped around some man. I remembered why I was with her, to destroy her. Who says I can't have a little fun doing it?

The next day I grabbed her, she smiled and tried to kiss me but I punched her till she fainted, from pain or blacking out, I don't care. I dragged her back to my house. No one asked questions on the way even if they did all I had to say was that she was drunk. No one ever asks questions though my father used to do this so now it was my turn, my father, Carlisle Cullen. The most respected man and the most feared, what a laugh he couldn't even control my mother. I can't even begin to count the number of times I had heard her leave the house. This wouldn't happen to me, what I mean was my prey was not getting away from me. I tied her to my bed and slapped her awake. She started to scream, her damn voice was getting on my nerves. I got the duck tape out of the dresser next to the bed and taped her mouth. The girl started to cry like a baby, I couldn't help it, I started to laugh the girl was really crying for her life. What a laugh! I took the knife out of my pocket and looked for a place to begin. My little sister always said that the skin looks prettier in scars. I love that kid, she's sicker than me; she is already hyped up on action and gore and from locked basement door I'd say she has a new toy. This is what happens when you have a veteran solider who has been diagnosed with schizophrenia as your father, you believe crazy is sane.

I decided I would start on her face then everyone would be able to see the 'pretty' scars. I poked her face and she flinched away from me, now that wouldn't do. I held her face as I slowly took the knife from her temple to her pink flushed cheek adding pressure as I went down. Blood started to well up at the side of her cheek before it went into a slope at her neck. I straddled her stomach to get a better view of the path. Her smooth white skin contrasted the red blood reminding me of white chocolate dipped strawberries. My stomach growled reminding me that I hadn't eaten lunch yet. I hopped off her stomach and made my way down stairs to the kitchen leaving the girl whimpering in the bed room. As I closed the door I watched her try to loosen her wrist but it was impossible. I walked down where my sister was feeding her new plaything. A boy that could have been about 6'3" was curled up in a chair in the kitchen. He couldn't have been younger than 18 years old. He had shaggy hair brown that was well comb and clothes that where baggy but still looked good. My sister really does take care of her things. He was eating at the table surprisingly but he had a collar around his neck which was attached to a chain that would usually hold bikes.

"Emmett say hello to my brother Edward," my sister exclaimed in a cheery voice while pulling the kids chain. He looked up startled; he didn't say anything just looked at me. He didn't even have pleading eyes it was as if he knew what was fated for him and how I wasn't going to help him.

"Lin, don't be mean," I joke while stealing a piece of her PB&J. She just laughed and petted to boy's head. Its odd how she got her toy, I mean he is twice her weight and stands about three heads over her yet she still gets him and he obeys her.

"I'm not being mean but you are. You got a pet and didn't even tell me?"

"The girl isn't a pet. She just needs to be reprogrammed or terminated."

"And you call me mean you big dummy! Well don't be too mean, I don't want to clean up another Rosalie! "

I laughed at her childish ways, I remember Rosa. She was my first pet given to me when I was 10, if I do recall she was 17 at the time and a prostitute. The damn bitch kept screaming and called me stupid, all I wanted to do was play Uno with her and she goes on complaining about hows she's stuck with a brat. Dear, poor sweet Rosalie, my first and only kill how I hate you.

Getting out of reminiscing I watched as Lin's pet was now moving her into his lap while giving me hostile glances. Her pet is weird, for a second I swear I thought he had Stockholm Syndrome.

"Hey what's up with your pet?" I pointed to the boy as he glared at me.

"He's not really my pet he just came to me so I took him," she said simply shrugging her shoulders.

"And here I thought you had gotten your first pet," I shook my head and tried to look ashamed but it was hard. She kicked me from under the table and took her juice and her pet-toy-Emmett-thing and stomped upstairs. I decided that a PB&J was enough until dinner so I went back up stair to my room where she still laid.

The blood on her face had dried and hardened. I went back to my previous position of straddling her stomach. I took out the knife again and decided I wanted to work on the arms. I grazed the knife over the forearm again and again slowly adding more pressure till it started to scratch. The scratch got deeper and deeper after each swing. The skin curled back like cutting in to an apple. The skin just split apart so that I could see the pinking of the third layer of skin. She tried to arch her back in an attempt to throw me off. She looked so pitiful I couldn't help but stroke her cheek in an almost loving manner. Once that thought when through my head I snatched my hand away almost as if she had burned me. I yanked her head to the side so pissed that she had gotten under my skin. I wasn't thinking as I held the knife at her artery. I so badly just wanted to thrust it in and leave it at that but then our game would have ended all too soon. I swung the blade across her face going closer and closer to her face. She started whimpering from the thought of my blade even grazing her skin. It was able to send her in to a fit of panic. The blade snagged her uncut cheek but there was no mark or blood. I laughed at her. To make it even funnier I kissed her wounded cheek and said: "Pain, Pain, go away." I put the knife back in my pocket and the girl had the nerve to look relieved. I leaned down and smiled at her. She squeezed her eyes closed and started breathing deeper.

I think I'm in love with girl, she's killing herself. With her eyes closed she gasped for breath but couldn't get it because of the tape blocking her airway. I just watched fascinated as her chest went up and down, up and down. It started to go into jerky movements before it shook. Her eyes started to roll in the back of her head an-Damn! I ripped the tape off her lips as blood started to well up where the skin was ripped. I unlocked her hands and turned her so she faced the floor. I grabbed the basket and put it under her as she started spewing chunks. That is so not cute, the room started to smell of blood, sweat and puke.

"Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward," she repeated crying over and over. She grabbed on to me and started to sob in my arms. Most people would be fighting to leave yet she was holding on to me like a lifeline, I was her lifeline. Without me she would die, I control her, she is mine. I looked down at her frizzy brown hair and patted it. There was an odd contrast between my pale white hand and her mud color hair, yet to me it went perfect together. I cradled her in my arms; she was mine to do what I pleased with; to hurt, to love or to kill. I picked her up and notice that she was small. I would have never notice because the clothes that she wears makes her look so much bigger. I would have to fatten her up, just like the witch did to one of those damn brats, Hansel or Gretal. What a fun idea, I just imagine her rolling around like a rolly polly on my dinner plate. As I was shaking my head trying to get the images of her out of my head, I walked to the bathroom that was in my room and placed her on the floor. I turned on the water and she started to fight and kick.

"Please don't kill me! Please!" she screamed franticly trying to claw the bathroom door open. This little idiotic display would have been amusing if I wasn't smelling puke but I was so she needed a bath. Her nails broke off and started to bleed, I grabbed her and pulled her away before I sat her in my lap and stroked her hair. So far soothing her was easy it was just playing with her that was the hard part, hmm between a rock and a hard place. She started sobbing in my lap again and all I wanted to do was slap her and get this bath over with.

As I sat her down I took off my clothes leaving me in my boxers before I took off her clothes as well only leaving her in some undies while putting her in the bath. I went in after her and sat on the opposite side of her. I thanked god that the tub was meant to hold four people in it. She swam to me and held my neck tight before she dunked me under. I could barely see the outline of her while she held me under. I tried to hit her but she just but her knees on my arms. The last of my air was running out and my body wouldn't respond any more. She just wouldn't let up, I was seeing spots as my head started to get lighter and lighter. I couldn't arch my back enough to through her off, I was really going to die by the hands of a woman who I just named my possession. I hear someone scream, I can't make out who it was but there wasn't anyone on top of me anymore. I struggled to the surface were I could barely make out my sister kicking her. Blood was mixing in with the water but I couldn't get up to do anything, to weak.

I woke up the next day trying to figure out what had happened. I felt like I was run over by a train. My head pounded with every heart beat, my mouth tasted like soap, and my body throbbed. After much difficulty I was able to roll over and see her. She was strapped to a chair on the other side of the room.

My sister and her pet were on watch apparently. Emmett had his arms wrapped around my sister while she had her arms wrapped around a shot gun. I do believe the shot gun is a little over kill but who am I to complain, I just got drowned by my own possession. What a way to go! I sat up and kicked Johnny boy- I mean Emmett awake. He jumped up and snatched the gun out of Lin's hands and pointed it at me. It was quite a funny picture, this big duded standing there with a shot gun in one hand and a 16 year old girl in another trying to balance her on his arm and knee hopping on one leg. But then again his is a big dude with a shot gun pointing at me so then again maybe not so funny.

"Lin! Wake the fuck up and get the gun away from Emmey-boy!" The damn kid growled at me, he really growled at me like some kind of freaking dog, but then again he is a pet. Lin's eyes started to blink awake; usually it would be harder to wake her up I would have had to cook a meal to get her up (for some strange reason the smell of food wakes her up). She slapped Emmet in his face then grabbed the gun and had the nerve to point it at me and ask why the hell I woke her up! If she wasn't my little sister there would be some serious blood spill in this house!

Getting over having a gun pointed at me twice in my own room I calmly slap the shit out of my sister and walked to the bathroom to check if I actually peed on myself. I walked in noticing that there was still blood on the floor, the mirror was broken, the door had bloody claw marks on it, and the tub was still full and had small specks of blood lining it. I was going to have a hell of a time explaining this one to the cleaning crew. I gather myself and threw cold water on my face. I walked back outside to my room to see my possession and my little sister playing patty cake on my bed, I am serious, they are just playing patty cake with big ass Emmey-boy just sitting there and swing his head back and forth to the beat of the girls. The girls were smiling and laughing, it was sad, really sad how something so innocent can be changed at the slightest glance. She stiffened and missed the beats, the whimpering started along with the tears. There was no other way to say it but that she was about to piss in her pants. Her eyes welled up with tears that hadn't fallen yet. Most people say that girls look beautiful when they smile but this girl looked pretty even. The fear made her eyes brighten so that the rich dark black eyes became more pronounced, her skin broke out in gooses bumps which caused her to shiver, the lip that was being bitten in her mouth rip letting a drop of blood rest there and her hair was in a mess due to having to turn back to its natural form after getting wet. I swear her hair is the oddest thing ever. Get her hair wet once the whole thing turns into an afro. Strangest thing I ever saw. As she looked at me my heart started to hurt, it hurt so bad I just wanted to cry. I slow walked up to her to make sure she didn't bolt before I grabbed her.

*Sorry to leave it like this but I didn't know what else to write* Read and Review please