Summary: Bella used to be popular, beautiful, and had a perfect family, a perfect life. Bella's changed over the summer, something happened. The only person who knows what truly happened is Bella. Now she has no friends, her family is ruined, and her safe haven is in her bedroom with her rusty razor. The Cullens come to her town in South Australia. Can one of them help her? Will she learn to trust again? AH, OOC, maybe Lemons, rape, abuse, profanity.
Epilogue
BPOV
I ran the razor along the skin of my left forearm, not quite cutting deep enough to make it bleed. Taking the razor away from my skin, I admired the line, next to all my healed over scars, and some more recent ones. I took the razor, sliding it along the slit, applying more pressure than before. I groaned as I slashed downwards. It slid deep and it stung. A lot. It was a strange sting though, a prickling, you could feel exactly where it was breaking the layers of skin, to the redness. As I removed the metal, a drop of blood slid out of the cut, swelling into a round blob, before rolling over the edge and down my arm. I watched it swirl as it trickled down, leaving a red line in its wake. It was so beautiful. It smelled good. I love the smell of blood. And the taste…