A/n hey guys i wrote this story a couple of weeks ago and couldnt get it out of my head. Then the story Bella the outcast or Bella the popular wasn't going so well. So i thought that i could put this in its you like it!
Disclamer: I own nada! (JUST SO YA KNOW I EDITED IT SO IT MAKES MUCH MORE SENSE. ENJOY)
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On a snowy white afternoon, Bella a teenage trouble maker decided to write what you're reading now.
Yes I am Bella. Big whoop!
My therapist told me to write about a time in my life that made me the way I am. I mean how I began to steal, and breaking and entering. So here we are. You reading; and me writing it.
Yup so let's start at the beginning.
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"So you're Isabella Marie Swan?" said the lady.
She sat tall in her seat behind a huge wooden desk eyeing me carefully. She had a neat tidy bun on the back of her head and glasses sat on the tip of her nose.
My file was laid out on the desk as we continued to not speak in the small office.
"Yes I am but if I say no will I be able to leave?" I asked slightly serious and sarcastic.
I half expected her to start yelling at me saying that I need to respect my elders. But she didn't. She just sat there and smiled.
"Isabel-" I cut her off.
"Bella. I prefer Bella." I said venomously.
No one ever called me Isabella after my parents died. What gave her the right to call me Isabella?!
"Sorry Bella then." She said indifferently
"We didn't expect to have any more kids here at Wood pines adoption center." "So there are no rooms with a roommate that's female." She said implying something into the sentence.
"So…" I said wanting her to get to the point.
"So… we have a room but you'll be rooming with a male."
"Ugh fine just give me my room number."
She gave me a key that had a number on it.
"I hope you won't stay here long." She smiled at her tiny joke.
I grabbed the key from her and ran out of the office.
I slammed the door which earned me stares from people that were passing by.
I looked down at my clothes.
My old combat boots and baggy black t-shirt and pants.
My dark brown hair that went down till mid back was now in a messy pony tail.
"What?! This your first time seeing an angry person come out that door?!" I asked angrily.
They shook their heads 'no' and started walking again.
A pixy like girl glared at me and came over to where I was.
"You've been making him have nightmares again." She stated still glaring.
"What." I asked daring her to talk to me again like that. I didn't even do anything!
"When the director of the home told him he will be receiving a roommate he began to have awful nightmares again." she continued obviously not afraid of my threatening voice.
"He was just like you in the beginning!" her voice got higher. "I was so close into breaking down those walls of his! Now you come in and ruin EVERYTHING!" She yelled in my face.
I planted my feet letting her yell at me.
She continued to yell till I slapped her in the face.
"If you know what's best you'd back the fuck off cause you don't know what kind of shit I've been through!" I growled at her.
Her face was shocked. It was as if no one talked to her like that.
Her cheek was slightly pink where I slapped her.
I ran up the stairs in front of me.
Of course I ended up with the room on the 5th floor with no elevator.
And really I'm glad because all the anger I had went out on the stairs.
I turned to the left and headed down a long hallway; looking at the door numbers.
I came to a door that was shaking from the blaring music on the other side.
I slipped the key in the door and swung it open.
The music was coming from an i-pod home on the bed and I immediately recognized the song. 'The bird and the worm' by The used.
Two beds where across from the door way.
One bed was next to one wall on one side of the room and the other was on the other side.
The room was divided in two by duct tape. The walls where painted all black, and the bed to the left was next to a door probably the restroom. That bed had sheets that were a dark gold color.
The other bed had white sheets and my luggage was sitting on top.
I closed the door and walked toward the restroom.
Oh my gosh I can't fucking believe it!
"Ahhhh!!!" I screamed and ran out of the room like the devil was chasing me.
"Wait!" called out a voice behind me as I kept running.
"Wait!" It called out again; getting closer.
I stumbled down the last steps and ran out the front door.
When they brought me here I saw a park some where close by.
So I continued to run on the side walk pushing people out of my way.
The foot steps are getting closer. When I heard an old lady say.
"Someone needs to tell you young man not to shove old ladies."
I didn't shove an old lady so that means the person chasing me is a guy.
I took a risky glance behind me as I entered the park but that was a mistake.
He launched himself at me and tackled us both into the ground.
I struggled against his iron grasp on my wrist as he hovered above me.
He pinned my arms over my head and sat lightly on my legs so I can't knee him in the groin.
"Let Me fucking go!" I shouted.
"No! Stop struggling!" He commanded.
"No! Let go!" I shouted again.
I refused to look at him.
I felt something cool against my arm and when I twisted my head to look I realized there was a tiny drop of blood there.
"Don't worry it isn't yours." he said kind of ashamed and angry.
I was relived but that didn't last long before I started to struggle again.
"Why won't you let me go?!" I shouted still not looking at him.
"Because if you tell Dr. Powers what I was doing I'll…" He paused.
Dr. Powers? Oh I remember! She's my new therapist! And apparently his too.
I started to stare at the cuts on his arms especially the one that was oozing blood still; it flowed down his arm and on my wrist.
I finally looked at his face wondering why he stopped talking.
His eyes were an emerald green you could get lost in and had disarrayed bronze hair. Don't get me wrong he was cute even if he was pinning me down on the ground.
I looked back at his eyes they were blazing with so many mixed emotions I wonder why he hasn't combusted.
But one emotion I was pretty clear with, anger.
His brows were angry also.
"Don't say anything to her or I'll…" I cut him off this time.
"You'll what?!?" I challenged.
"There's nothing you can do to me that I haven't been through much worse!" I yelled at him.
"Oh really?" he said calmly.
"Yeah." I said getting angrier if even possible
"Well we'll see about that." He said while getting off of me.
He held out a hand to help me up and I cringed.
Lines were all over his arms; some long, short, thick skinny.
I took his hand any way and he seemed surprised.
"Edward." He said.
"Bella." I replied while looking him over.
Wow. He was just like me but in guy version. Combat boots and baggy black t-shirt and pants.
He smirked but didn't let go of my hand.
With his free hand he took a tissue out of his pocket wiped his arm, that's connected to mine, with it and handed it to me.
I took it and wiped his blood off my wrist.
"Why aren't you sacred now?" he asked.
"I'm not." I said defensively.
"I wouldn't have guessed if you hadn't screamed bloody murder and ran out of the house." He said sarcastically.
"First of all I wasn't scared I wasn't prepared to see someone cutting themselves when I opened the door." I said calmly.
He flipped my arm over and I tugged on my hand trying to get away before he saw.
I watched as his face twisted to form disgust. I yanked my arm away and glared at him.
"Your cuts aren't the prettiest sight I've ever seen either!" I shouted.
I felt angry that he saw my cut arms.
Some were starting to heal others were still raw. And I was angry for the disgust he had on his face.
At least we have something in common. But that changed as his face was forming into pure hatred.
What right did he have to judge me?! I stomped my way back to the home and heard him following.
"Why are you following me?" I asked.
"Because we live in the same fucking building." He said cautiously.
I climbed up the steps to the building and was ambushed by all the people who lived there.
"Hey are you ok?" "Hey what's up?" "You want to hang out?" "You don't look to good?"
Sentence after sentence then I heard someone scream.
"Back the fuck off!" Everyone silenced and looked at me in astonishment. Then I realized I had said that.
"I got a suggestion for everyone here." i said, they came closer.
"Leave me alone! I don't need any one!" I shouted.
I heard a snort and I turned around to see Edward.
I huffed and ran up the stairs yet again. And yet again I heard Edward following right behind me.
I slammed the door locked it and ran to the bathroom.
My whole body was shaking as I pulled out my pocket knife.
"Why won't he leave me alone?" I sat on the floor. "My parents left me alone why cant he?" I whispered to myself as I lowered the blade on my wrist.
The red blood ran down my arm and onto the tile.
There was a light knock.
"Bella, you ok?" Edward said.
I didn't answer my voice was lost.
"Bella I'm coming in." He said.
The knob twisted and the door swung open.
"BELLA!" He looked frightened, as he rushed over to me.
"What were you thinking?! You're not supposed to cut that deep!" he shouted.
He got up and I heard to faucet running.
My eyes fluttered closed. A wet cloth was pressed onto my arm.
I heard him sigh. "You have to stay awake Bella; you can sleep in a bit but for now please open your fucking eyes." His voice was gentle yet harsh at the same time.
What would his eyes be like? I thought.
So I opened mine to find out.
And again there was so many emotions it made me wonder.
I gave him a smile in thanks.
He removed the cloth and looked at the cut.
"It seems fine now so if you want to sleep now you can."
I nodded my head and stood up.
I felt light headed and my legs were wobbly.
I grunted in pain.
Edward who was walking out of the bathroom heard and turned around to me.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Um yeah I just got up too fast." I said as I walked out and headed to my side of the room.
I unzipped the suit case and pulled out some random pajamas.
I looked over to Edward he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at his cuts.
I took the opportunity to pull off my baggy black t-shirt and put on a white wife beater without taking off my bra or underwear. I sat on the bed and took of my boots and pulled off my pants. I grabbed the shorts and pulled them on. I huffed when I saw Edward looking at me.
"You look like her" he said.
"Who?"
"My mother." he said as he lay down on his bed.
I let it drop as I pushed my luggage under the bed, and then headed to the rest room to wash off the black eye shadow and lipstick.
"Hey Edward." I said exiting the bathroom; my face clean.
"Yeah?"
"Leave me alone." I said harshly while walking to my bed.
He proped himself on one elbow and looked at me. "Why?" He asked.
"Because…" "I'm broken." I said simply.
I climbed into bed praying the dreams won't come back.
Before I drifted into unconsciousness I heard him whisper "Everyone's broken."
I was six again and I was in my old house in Arizona. My curls flowing everywhere. "Mommy, Daddy?" I whispered. The furniture wasn't there, nothing was, not one shred of evidence anyone had lived there. "Hello?" I asked louder. "Why hello there." said the evil voice. Then a cloth with sweet smelling liquid covered my mouth.
Next I was in a room with no windows only one old wooden door. They tied me to a chair and gagged me.
Day after day one or more men would come in and hit me for no apparent reason. I kept asking questions about why they were doing this to me but each time I would ask they would hit me and say "Stop asking such ridicules questions." One day after breaking my nose and making it bleed they took me up to the roof of the abandoned building. My mom and dad where there. Their faces were bruised and bloody. My moms eyes where glued to me but my dads eyes were closed not wanting to see.
The man that was pushing me in the chair untied me and removed the gagged. He then pushed me to the edge of the roof and told me to say bye to mommy and daddy. I wondered why he said that when all of a sudden I was flying through the air and I let out a blood curdling scream. When I hit the ground everything went black.
Someone was shaking me fiercely.
"Bella god dammit wake up!" Edward growled.
My eyes flew open.
I wrapped my arms around Edward's shoulders holding him for dear life.
I was gasping for air.
We stayed like that for a while till I felt him start to pull away.
"No! Don't go… please." I whispered as my grip on him tightened.
"Ok I wont, just let me get in a sitting position." He said softly.
Now that I think about it he was leaning over me which probably hurt his back.
He moved so that I got to still hold onto him while he sat down.
"Edward." I said as he placed me in his lap.
His arms were by his sides and I feel as if the people were going to come back and finish what they started.
"Yeah?" he said clearly not fazed by my night terrors.
"Can you um…" my voice was shaking. I swallowed hard I felt nervous that he would run away.
"I'm not going to run away from you so I suggest you spit it." He chuckled.
My mouth formed the tiniest smile I could make at that moment.
I sucked in a breath and said. "Can you hold me?" I asked my voice still shaking.
As soon as I finished my sentence his warm arms wrapped themselves around me.
I instantly relaxed and let him hold all my weight but my hold on him didn't move an inch.
He put his chin on the top of my head and started to hum a lullaby.
He's so nice. I feel kinda bad for being such an ass to him. He has nightmares too so at least I'm not alone and he knows what its like.
"Edward?" I asked half asleep.
He stopped humming. "Yes?"
"Thanks for not leaving me when everyone else did." I whispered.
And for the longest time, right then with me in Edward's strong warm protective arms, I truly felt safe.
With that I let myself be wrapped in sleeps warm silky embrace.
A/n Whoo Im done im ending it here!
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-Lyvia
