I know you all were expecting 'my other half' update. Sorry for that.

Today as I was going through my computer documents I saw this chapter that I wrote sometime last year and decided to post it.

Now all you have to do is to read and tell me if you want me to continue this story (don't worry about 'my other half' as it will always come first even if I decided to continue with this one).

The starting it little sad but don't worry everything will be fine soon. Also, it kind of has Bella as damsel in distress so if you don't like that sort of thing then this story is not for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight. But I like it so much that I keep spinning stories with its characters as four books are not enough for my daily dose of Edward.

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Is that really true? Then again it depends on people. Some become stronger and some just get lost. Unfortunately I fall in the latter. My name is Bella and this is my story.

I was born in a small town called Forks to the chief of police Charlie and his then wife Renee. For them I was a drunken mistake, one that destroyed their life, the one who trapped them in marriage.

They first met while Renee was passing through Forks. Their brief encounter affected them greatly but everything changed when Renee got pregnant. They married quickly for the sake of the baby.

Though she was happy for a while, Forks began to become depressing due to the lack of sunlight which led to disagreements and quarrels.

When I was about a year old they divorced not able stand each other any longer and I became a living proof of their failure.

My mom hated me with passion because she saw too much of Charlie in me while my dad felt like I had too much Renee in me. Then again they saw what they wanted to see.

My dad was not into showing affection much so I actually don't know whether he ever loved me but he never hurt me, not even verbally but all that changed when he met Sue.

She was his dead friend's wife. She hated me with passion.

When Children find that their father is remarrying, they wish for a step mother who is just like their own mother.

I was in the unlucky few who knew that they were the same but not in a positive way. Both hated me with everything they had.

I sometimes wonder why my mother gave birth to me when she was planning to hate me so much. Then again she was a brainless woman who just went with the flow. Maybe she thought that having a child was also a rite of passage.

Sue was a good looking woman who could make my father do anything including ignoring me. There was no physical abuse but sometimes words could cut you more than what a knife could. Then again what do I know?

Sue knew that my grandmother had left me the house that we lived and also some money which was not much. But she believed that I was lying and there was a huge sum of money waiting for me in a secret account that only I knew.

Since my dad didn't have a good relationship with his mother, he didn't know anything about the will which only angered Sue further.

Stupid lady didn't even have the commonsense to see that my grandmother was just an average lady with a small job. How much could she save after all?

Sue and her brother Billy wanted the house which my idiotic father had no idea of. He just saw the good in her and bad in me.

I don't know why they were so interested in the house as it was nothing grand, just an average two story one. Then again they lived in a shed at the reservation. For them this one would be like a palace.

Billy's son Jacob was a pain of my existence. He was two years younger than me but that doesn't stop him from staring at me nonstop. He was creepy and the worst part was that Sue encouraged him.

She wanted me to marry him even though I was only eighteen. Now you may ask why I was still living with Charlie if I was eighteen but you have to understand that I had nowhere else to go or had much money with me.

Whatever money I got from working at Newton's went straight to my share in the house expenses which my step mother insisted saying something about being adult. Stupid bitch knew if I had enough money I would just run away.

I did not touch the little money that grandma left behind so that I could use it for emergencies because I knew damn well that my family won't spent a penny even if I was on death bed.

My next pain comes in the form of Sue's daughter Leah who also hates me, no wonder there. I don't know what her problem was. She had everything that I didn't; even a father in the form of Charlie but the way she hated me you would think it was vice versa.

Her brother though was nice but too bad he lived in Seattle with his aunt. Good for him anyway. His poisonous family would turn him into one of them if he had stayed here.

School was no better either. I had absolutely no friends. Most of the students thought that I was a freak, courtesy of the wonderful lies that my cheerleader step sister had spread.

She even told everyone that I was the one who killed Mrs. Cope's Cat which was absurd as I had never even seen the stupid cat even once.

It didn't help that I wore black which I could not help as my clothing options were limited. I preferred them as they were easy maintance and color doesn't fade easily.

Now my classmates think that I was a real life version of Michael Myers. To tell you the truth I sometimes wish it was true so that I could at least kill my step sister without any remorse but alas I was a softie crying even if I hurt an ant.

So I became a social pariah.

I was so lonely and suffering in silence that even my nightmares were black and white.

I wanted to be strong and tell everyone to just fuck off but again I was plain scared.

Some may say why can't I just make myself strong but to tell you the truth I don't know how to do that. Then again not everyone can be Lois lane.

I was literally falling into the depth of depression. I had no hopes or dreams not even when I slept.

Not a day passed without me crying myself to sleep after hearing harsh words from my family including my dad even though I did whatever they ask me to.

I often wonder how someone can be so cruel to their own flesh and blood. Then again some people were just not human.

The only bright spot in my life was the time I go to la push beach.

The sound of waves was always soothing. I sit there for hours every Saturday when rest of the family goes to visit Seth in Seattle and returns only on Sunday night.

Today was one such day. I was sitting on the blanket which I brought with me since last time sand was everywhere even unmentionable places after I tried to rustle a ball that a girl threw at me.

It was a cloudy day so there were only a couple of people on the beach.

As I sat on the blanket I could not help but think about my life. When my fellow students were enjoying their life I was sitting here wallowing in self pity.

I didn't know what to do. I always wanted to go to college and become a writer or a teacher but I didn't have much money left and student loans were expensive.

I sat there for hours watching the waves caress the shore. I didn't know that I was crying until a pale hand offered me a kerchief.

I looked up to see a handsome man standing near me.

"Hey you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said wiping my eyes hurriedly.

He did not move from the place but stood still staring at the ocean.

I took a moment to study him. He was pale white with dark circles around his rich golden eyes.

The color of which puzzled me. I didn't know golden eyes existed until I saw him. May be he was wearing contacts. But who wears golden contacts?

Then again people do crazy stuff all the time.

I had never seen him before but there was a familiarity in him as if in the bottom of my heart I knew him.

There was something about him that was pulling me to him. As time passed I felt this intense need to just be near him which I could explain why.

"May I sit?" he asked gesturing to the blanket.

"Sure."

As he sat his shoulder brushed mine. Suddenly everything changed. Everything inside me came undone as I stared at him.

All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was, disconnected from me in that second and floated up into space.

But I was not left drifting as a new string held me where I was. Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing—to the very center of the universe.

I could see that now—how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain.

The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood.

It was him the golden eyed man that held me here now.

A/N: pls review:)