Alright, this is my shot at A mature, angst filled story, The summary sucked, but the story will be good. Oh and, I changed my Pen-Name again. It used to be Rosalie Lillian Hale Cullen, now it's Shut Up and Swim. Okay, who saw Michael Phelps swim in the Olympics? That man is amazing, and hot. It's pretty depressing that the closing Ceremony is today, and we won't see Michael swim again. Maybe in the 2012 Olympics, but those chances are slim.
You will know me by the scars I bare
You will know me by the hate I swear
You will know me by the scars I bare
Shapeless
Vengeance
- GhostFlowers (Otep)
Edward P.O.V
My heart ached. Bella. I left her 10 years ago. I still remember that horrid day after her 18th birthday. The pained look in her eyes still haunted me till today. I still can't get over the fact that she believed those words right away, after I told her how much I loved her, how much she meantto me. She never belonged in my world anyway, she deserves to live a normal human life. With children, and a family who won't attack and kill her for a single paper cut.
Alice's thoughts broke my trance. Edward, come downstairs, there's something important I have to tell everyone!
I sighed and stood up. Walking down the stairs, I saw everyone gathered in the living room. What could it be this time?
"Alright, Now that everyone's here," Alice began, "I have some important news to tell you." We noddedand with my hands, I silently motioned for her to keep going. "We're going on a family vacation!" She squealed.
I blocked my families thoughts. "Alice, where is this vacation going to be?"
She grinned, "Las Vegas! And there's a band singing at our hotel the night we get there, so I got tickets for that." Interesting. "Oh and, we leave today. So start packing!"
We all went our separate ways, I wonder how this vacation will turn out. So far, Emmett has gotten us kicked out from almost every Vacation Hotel we went to.
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Bella P.O.V
I woke up to the annoying noise of the alarm clock. Goddamn it. Groaning, I slammed my hand on the button. Everything went quiet. I lazily rolled out of bed and made my way to the hotel bathroom. I stripped off my Pajamas and stepped into the shower. The second the warm water hit my muscles, I relaxed.
I washed myself and got out, wrapping myself in a towel. I walked up to the mirror, and looked myself over. Blonde hair, blood red, and pitch black highlights. Digging in the drawer, I picked up my lip ring and put it through the hole on my bottom lip. Taking out a wet to dry straightener, I began to run it through my hair. It made sizzling noises, and I still managed to burn myself a couple times from the hot steam. It took about 45 minutes to Straighten all my hair.
I smiled at myself in the mirror. Now all I needed was make-up. Quickly grabbing my make-up bag, I took out some eyeliner, grey eyeshadow, Mascara and Blood red lipstick. I applied it heavy, just like always . Taking step back as I finished, I admired my work. "Well done Iza." I muttered to myself.
Quickly checking the time, I noted that it was 10 in the Morning. I had half an hour until rehersal for tonight's show. Rushing to the bedroom, I grabbed some black skinny jeans, and a red tank-top with some red pumps.
I struggled a little with the skinny jeans, as always. As soon as I was dressed, I grabbed my hotel card, car keys and pack of Cigarettes. Walking out of the hotel room, I saw a boy with emerald green eyes. Just like Edward's human eyes.
Edward. I snorted internally. The lying bastard screwed up my life, "Fuck Him." I muttered under my breath, and made my way outside. I speed walked to the alley by the back of the hotel. Looking around, making sure nobody was watching, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out some Marijuana rolled up in paper. I reached into my other pocket for the lighter.
I lit the tip and took a quick breath, inhaling the smoke. Holding my breath for a couple seconds, I waited for the adrenaline rush. Nothing is better than Marijuana. The adrenaline rush Marijuana gives you is the fucking best. Soon, my body started shaking, the adrenaline was in my blood. My hands shook with pleasure as i brought the Marijuana near my mouth again. Inhaling Marijuana is the best feeling in the world. This is the fricking life.
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Good? No? It's going to get more angst filled in later chapters. This was just a prolouge.
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