Hey guys!

ok...so i hope you guys like this...everyone whose read it already says they do...

Thanks to my awesome Beta, dancingwiththecullens18 ... if you haven't read her stories, you need to go check them out, they are AH-MAZING!!!

and, of course, i do not own Twilight or its characters...i only borrowed them

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My life is perfect, or so they all think that. In reality, my life was horrid once i walked in my front door. My father was never around, and if he was he was passed out on the couch or drinking and insulting me. My sister was, well, a monster. Though she had never hit me, her words cut me deeper than any knife. She was just like my mother and father combined. My mother would never talk to me or defend me, unless some were to raise their hand to Cynthia or myself, she couldn't care less about us. You may think that having a boyfriend and a bestfriend and a million and 2 other friends would make your life perfect, but I, am living proof that it doesn't.

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"Mary!!!! It's time to get up! James will be here in an hour!" I heard my mother yell up the stairs. I could here the sounds of eggs and bacon sizzling on the stove rising up the stairs and through my open door. Their sent quickly following.

I rolled over in my lime green bed, my body becoming one with the comforter, and looked at the clock on my bed side table. It read 8:50 am. Good. I would have enough time to get dressed before breakfast was served at 9. My mother was very strict about meal times.

I opened up my wardrobe and pushed aside hangers. I searched through a rainbow of colors until I found a black tee shirt and blue jeans. I I wanted to wear something comfortable because James and I were going shopping to get Victoria a gift for her Sweet 16 and ourselves outfits at 10.

I rushed down the stairs, and tripped over my sister's Yorkie, Buddy.

"Cynthia! Get your stupid dog a cage or something before it kills me!" I yelled

"Mary! Get your stupid face a bag or something before it kills me!" she yelled right back.

I ran at her like a mad woman. That was the last time I would let her say something like that to me. I jumped over the kitchen table to where she stood by the back door, and right as I hit the floor, I jumped onto her back. She pulled on my hair long, blonde hair, and I bit into her arm, hard enough to leave a print of my teeth, but I didn't draw blood. She threw me onto the hard, tile floor as she shrieked in pain. I landed flat on my back, with a loud thud. I screamed in pain, but jumped to my feet right away. I dug my long, purple nails into her tan skin as she pushed me back to the ground and sat on top of me. My ribs ached under her 125 pounds. She may be longer than me, but she was by no question larger. She lifted herself onto her knees just to fall back onto my stomach. Air rushed out of my mouth, as she again lifted her weight then quickly fell down on me and punched me in my face with the strength of someone who constantly works out at the same time.

I began to loose sight of the burgundy walls of our kitchen and the white ceiling and saw instead black slowly covering my vision. It started at the edges, kind of like scattered black dots, but began to creep toward the center and fill in with more dots.

I'm going to die. I thought My sister is going to kill me, and my mother is just going to stand there and watch as her daughter kills her other daughter. Wait! Mother!

I looked over to where my mother had been standing. Through the little circle I had left of my vision, I saw her, a look of horror painted on her face. Her mouth moving as though she where screaming.

It wasn't until then that I realized I could no longer hear my cries of agony, begging her to stop. Or that I could no longer feel her skin pounding against mine, just an all over hurt.

I saw Cynthia lift her arm up above her head, something long and sharp looking shining in her hand. A knife. A KNIFE! Her arm swung down, as fast as a bullet, and then-

Nothing. I was floating in nothing. Surrounded by an endless pool of black nothingness.

I must be dead. Cynthia must have killed me. What a way to die…in the hands of your own sister.

That's when I saw it. A little white light. It got closer, and closer. I realized that it wasn't just a light; it was the light.


So...what do you think?

let me know...I'm open to suggestions. The next chapter is on it's way

~Lexie