I don't own all characters. Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyers. This story is really explicit and it can lead to triggers. so warning: severe triggering. This story will also have mental health diagnosis and psychology facts. :) Enjoy! 3
Chapter 1.
She was a clever girl, this one. She's always been. She was always quick with her tongue, as sharp as a blade. She's the master manipulator. She can get her way through anyone and anything. Isabella Marie Angel Swan is a very special girl, and when people say special, they mean really special.
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Isabella lies on her bed, snoring softly. Innocence plastered on her face. Her purple flannel pajama shirt rides up slowly, showing her soft, white stomach. Her mother, Renée knocks on her bedroom door quietly, then opens it and walks slowly to her daughter's bed.
''Isabella?'' She cooed.
''hm?" Isabella moans.
''Time to wake up, angel.'' her mother says. Renée wants to spend the day with her daughter, and to talk to her about what happened two days before.
July 5th 2012, 9 pm
''OH MY GOD!'' Renée screeches, horror masking her face. She runs to her daughter, who's lying on the bathroom floor with an empty pill bottle next to her head. Renée shakes her daughters shoulders, tears falling down her face, and reaches for her cellphone.
''911 whats your emergency?'' the operator slurred lazily.
''M-my daughter. she tried to kill herself.'' Renée screeched into the phone, crying loudly.
''M'am calm down. we'll track your address. do not hang up the phone.'' The operator said alertly, yelling 'code one' in the background. Renée sobbed louder, guilt flooding her body.
''I'm so sorry angel. I'm so sorry.'' She cried. Her daughter moaned and grunted in pain. Renée cried harder. Then sirens fell through the open windows. Police men and women came through the bathroom door, grabbing Isabella and running downstairs. Renée followed, watching them strap her to a gurney. She drops to her knees, sobbing loudly. Isabella grunted again and a small sob ripped through her solid blue lips. Renée looked up apprehensively and cried harder as she saw her husband, Charles swan, jump out of his police cruiser and ran to his wife. While he helped his wife, Isabella moans in pain, twisting her head side from side. she feels as if her stomach has busted into flames, and those flames traveled through her entire body. Everything burning from head to toe. Then she blacks out.
''Attach the Iv to her veins! Now! we're loosing her.'' A nurse screamed. Isabella arched as the IV stabbed into her flesh. Her eyes snapped open, and gasped loudly. Sweat dripped from every pore of her body. She started panting as she saw a nurse hold a five-inch needle to her arm.
''NO!'' Isabella screeched. She started kicking and screaming until a man held her down by her shoulders. She sobbed as the nurse poked the needle through her skin. A rush of nausea flowed through her. Isabella leaned her head towards a bucket the nurse held and threw up violently.
''Its clearing out her system.'' The nurse said. Isabella stopped vomiting but started to screech in anger as her eyes averted to the door.
''She ruined it! SHE RUINED MY PLAN!'' She screeched at her mom. The nurse looked at the door to Renée. Tears soaked Renée's face. Isabella growled and looked at her wrist. She whimpered.
''My wrist. there's no bones.'' She whimpered again. the nurse grabbed her wrist and looked at it.
''Isabella, what pills did you take?'' The nurse asked.
''Xanax, Valium, and Ritalin. I wasn't feeling well.'' She slurred, feeling sleepy.
''Jesus Christ.'' The nurse uttered. Then Isabella fell asleep.
_Current Day_
''What mom?'' Isabella sneered, feeling annoyed.
''We're going out.'' Renée said calmly.
''I don't want to go anywhere.'' Isabella groaned.
''You have too. Now go shower.'' Renée demanded. She walked out her daughter's room. Isabella flipped up the middle finger at the door and got up. she walked slowly to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes. Once she finished, she winced as she walked into the shower, skin prickling and burning. Her cuts throbbing. She slowly soaped herself and squeezed some strawberry shampoo in her hair. She scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed, until she felt satisfied. Isabella washed herself off and turned off the shower. She hopped out and brushed her teeth. Once she finished, she walked into her room and got dressed. She walked downstairs slowly and sat at the kitchen table.
''good morning.'' Isabella greeted her father, who's sitting across from her.
''Good morning Angel.'' He smiled at her, a worried glint in his eyes.
''How are you feeling Isabella?'' Her mother said from behind her.
''Fine I guess.'' She said suspiciously. Renée sat next to Charlie.
''Okay. Bella, your father and I would like to talk to you about the other night.'' She gave her daughter a sad smile.
''Why? wasn't it obvious? I wanted to kill myself.'' Isabella said, anger obvious in her voice.
''Watch your tone Isabella.'' Charlie said, sternly.
''No! You watch it!'' Isabella slammed at the table, making Charlie and Renée jump.
''I'm tired. I don't want to fucking talk about it!'' She yelled. Isabella ran upstairs and slammed her door. She turned on her stereo, all the way on 100%. A Match Into Water by pierce the veil, screamed through the house. Isabella pulled at her hair and punched the wall. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. She searched around her room for her iPhone box. Once she found it, she opened it and took out her blade. She stared at it for a while, debating with herself, whether to do it or not.
''FUCK IT!'' she sneered, throwing the blade across the room. She grabbed her wallet, and her jacket and ran downstairs.
''Where are you going young lady?'' Charlie roared, holding a bawling Renée on his lap.
''Out. Don't wait up.'' She sneered. She opened the door and walked outside, slamming the door behind her. She pulled at her hair once again, and took a deep breath. She walked to her car and climbed into the driver's seat. She started driving to Chicago's best bar in town. Once she was there, she showed her fake I.D and drank herself to oblivion.
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Its been hours since Isabella left the house.
''She needs help Charlie.'' Renee said, hugging her husband.
''I know a person. He can help.'' He smiled and kissed her forehead. They talked bout how Isabella is getting out of hand. Her anger mostly. Shes being impulsive and not eve hiding it. Charlie sighed and looked down at his wife.
''I'll call him tonight. They can talk tomorrow.'' He said, a glint of hope in his eyes. He hopes his daughter gets all the help she needs. No matter what it takes, he just wants his perfect little girl back. He wants to see the spark of happiness in her golden brown eyes, not anger. Not hurt. He wants to see her out with friends, not caged up in her room on her computer or asleep all day. He wants to see her clean and clear, not drunk or high.
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The door clicked open, and Isabella walked into her house, smelling of weed and sex. Her parents, on the couch, looking at her with their arms crossed.
''Where have you been?" Renée asked, standing up.
''Out. I told you not to wait up.'' Isabella rolled her eyes and dropped her keys on the coffee table.
''You've been out for nine hours!'' Renee boomed.
''Ma, I'm sixteen! I can go out if I want.'' Isabella yelled. She ran upstairs and lied in her bed, angry at herself for loosing track of time. She stripped out of her clothes and started to cry.
''This is why I wanted to kill myself.'' She yelled at herself, pulling at her hair.
''I hate this life! I hate everything!'' She stood up, walking to her mirror.
''And mostly, I fucking hate you! I hate you the most. You're a fucked up piece of shit who knows nothing but to get into trouble! You're an Interrupted little stud who doesn't know what to do with herself! I hate you! No one likes you! I wish you die!'' She yelled at the mirror. She formed a fist and pulled her elbow back, then punched the mirror. She screamed and continued punching the mirror with bloody knuckles until it shattered into pieces. Isabella sat on the floor and started to cry, as Charlie and Renée ran into her room, cradling her. Charlie got his first aid kit and fixed up her knuckles as Renée cleaned up glass off the floor. Charlie made Isabella take a pain-killer and left the room along with Renée. Then Isabella cried herself into a dreamless sleep.
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