AN: Okay, I completely redid 'Hate You' since I have decided to make it into a novel, I just changed around the character names and a few plot lines to make it work so this is my test run. The novel version is almost complete, I just have a few chapters left to do, so updating will not be an issue for me. Reviews are greatly, greatly appreciated. I don't care if you hate it, or love it just let me know, honestly I just want feedback on what I need to fix or perfect. There are NO vampires in this story, as I've created a whole different species. Most of the characters will not look like how they are described in the books. I do not own twilight or any of its characters, all of this belongs to Stephanie Meyer, i'm just using her characters.
Summary:
Everyone thinks Isabella Swan is the perfect girl. She's been accepted for NYU, she's the class president, and the all around popular girl. But behind closed doors no one knows that she's actually pretty messed up. Emotionally scarred by her father dying on her thirteenth birthday, a mother who she's never had an actual conversation with, and the fact that any wound she gets heals within seconds, she doesn't seem so perfect. And then the Cullen's show up and she gets sucked into their supernatural world. As Aubrey starts to discover who she really is. Secrets will be revealed, someone unexpected shows up, and she will find out that all the things she thought were secure in her life start to fall apart. This is a story about the discovery of one girls destiny, but will she follow the right path, or will she fall into the darkness?
Today was the day. I was finally thirteen! With my hand out the car window, I was nodding my head to guitar solo of Guns n Roses while me and my dad sang along. It was the first time I actually felt happy. My father, Charlie Swan. Yes, the world famous director Charlie Swan is barely ever home, he's always off doing some new film. My mom, Renee Swan is a highly claimed criminal lawyer. She has a perfect record of never losing a single case. Of course she didn't want to come on the trip, apparently some new case is more important than celebrating her daughter's birthday. I can't really say I missed her on this trip though when I barely knew her, like my father she was pretty much never home, always busy maxing out her newest credit card or off getting her clients out of major lawsuits. The people I grew closest with were the help.
I breathed in the fresh pine smell of the trees. Yesterday my dad completely caught me off guard with this cross country trip. I asked him why we can't just fly to New York his response?
'well my bad for wanting to spend time with my daughter for her birthday!' tears literally welled in my eyes when he said that. Which brings us here. We were somewhere in Utah, driving on the winding road surrounded by enormous trees and mountains, it was kind of refreshing to be away from the business that is San Francisco.
"So kiddo, how does it feel to be thirteen?" My dad asked. Honestly, we looked nothing alike. Charlie had tan skin, acquired from all his days in outside doing his movies, dark brown curly hair, and a strong jaw line. Renee had piercing blue eyes, tan skin, and sandy blond waves. While I had nearly white skin, snowy white hair, large royal blue eyes and pale pink lips. I looked like an albino porcelain doll.
To say I was annoyed with my paleness would be an understatement. I answered his question.
"It feels great, no more pre-teen crap, one more year of middle school, and I can finally date. Yeah, I'd say life's great. Oh and- DAD LOOK OUT!" I screamed.
They say when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. Instead I saw the pure fear in my father's eyes as he fiercely turned the steering wheel trying to avoid the truck driver. I'll never forget the sound of the car metal going against the rail. The sound of the glass cracking as we flipped over and over down the Cliffside. My screams were nothing against the noise. I thought we'd be flipping like this forever. When the car finally stopped, that's when I felt the pain. We were upside down and my side was blocked off due to the cliff. I struggled to turn my head towards my father, when I finally did; a scream rang up my throat.
"Dad! Dad wake up! DAD! Wake up! Wake up, wake up! DAD! Dad, no, no, dad! You have to wake up! Please dad wake up!" Sobs wracked through me. I stared into his lifeless eyes. The large glass piece plunged deep into his neck. Swallowing my cries I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to crawl through the window shield. My right leg was broken, and I was pretty sure my left arm was broken in three separate places. Several small glass shards were in my arms. But my worst injury was the too big glass shard in my side. It was so far in I was pretty sure if I moved I would end up slicing up my entire small intestine.
Once I painstakingly made out of the car, I ripped the jacket I had wrapped around my waist, and pulled off my white t-shirt leaving me in a black undershirt. Gripping the jacket between my teeth, I pulled the glass piece out. Screaming into the jacket as tears spilled over. I quickly wrapped the shirt around me trying to slow the bleeding. Tying the knot I noticed in shock as the small glass pieces came out of my arms and the several cuts heal as if nothing ever happened. The wound in my side, to my horror, as I felt around healed over.
Like I didn't just have a piece of glass in my stomach. It was like I was watching some sick science fiction movie. Everything healed. It was as if I was never in the car in the first place.
More tears spilled over as I heard the car explode, and the last bits and pieces of my life fall apart.