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Hey Guys! So this is my new story: House of Troubled Teens. I exceeded my word privilege in the summary, so here's the full summary.
Bella Swan was an abused child, and sank into a deep depression because of it. She started to cut herself in order to deal with the pain. But when her mother found out, and didn't know what to do with her, she sent her to a recovery center for teens. Can Bella get through the pain of her past? And what happens when she meets a shy, green eyed boy? Can they help each other get their pain together?
Warning: Rated M for adult language, violence, abusive/ rape topics and more. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Twilight only the awesome Stephanie Meyer has that privilege. I just mess with her characters :P
My name is Bella Swan, and most people assume that I'm just a broken girl. But I'm not broken; I've just been through a lot, more than they've ever been through. My parents divorced when I was two, my mom took me and moved to Phoenix, leaving Charlie, my father, in the rainy town of Forks, Washington. She remarried to a man named Phil, my mother was always in a state of pure bliss, and was so happy around him, you'd think that she was about to explode. But to me, Phil wasn't that sweet, caring man. He was a deceitful, abusing bastard. From only the sixth week I had known him, he started abusing me.
It started small, a slap to my cheek for spilling milk, or a tough pull on my wrist for trying to escape punishment. I lived in a constant state of fear, and the older I got the worse the beatings got. Now it was a kick to my ribs, a punch to my jaw, a black eye and so much more. But the one thing that drove me off the edge, into this crazy house, was the rape. At only 13 years old. After that in order to deal with the depression, I cut my wrists. Because it distracted me from the emotional turmoil I was going through.
I hated Phil with a passion, I didn't want to- and still don't- want to see him, but there was that one feeling, deep down. The one that made me desperately want to please him, want him to accept and love me. But no matter how hard I tried, he never did. Three months ago, my mother saw the scars on my wrists, saw my bloodied knife, and finally broke through her cloud of bliss, just enough so that she saw the depression I had sunken into.
So she sent me here, a mental house, for troubled teens. Troubled, broken teens that therapists think that they can fix. But they can't, because none of us are broken, just misunderstood. But of course, they don't understand that. Because none of them have experienced anything that we have.
And here I was, walking into the house that would be my personal Hell for far too long.
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Soooooo, what did you think? Right now, it's only a preview chapter, in the future, the chapters will be longer. Please, please, please review, I want to know if my writing is actually good, or if anyone wants to read my stories. I hope you liked it, and want to continue to read it. Reviews make me happy, and I'll give you a kitty if you review! Thanks!
-Mady (=^_^=)