His voice rippled through me like nails to a chalkboard, his hands left flaming hot trails of disgust on my skin, the hatred i felt for this man was immense. Why couldn't i just live and ordinary life. A free life. A happy life.
I'd never put much thought in to dying, but to die alone and afraid would be a great tragedy. Although the death part isn't what's scary, it's the thought of dying at the hands of the one you love.
I'm Bella Swan and this is my story.
