The Flat Line Brings Freedom

Written By: TCITH

* First of all, people are out of character, so much in fact that if I changed their names and the occasional setting I would probably own the story in its entirety. Who knows maybe I will eventually. As for now, they shall remain Edward and Bella, along with the usual cast of course. CONTENT: Abuse (various), Bullying, Self Mutilation, RATED M. Read the prologue it portrays the tone and how I will write the story in regards to style far better than any summary ever could.

A/N: If any of you like my ideas or general style I have no problem with you drawing inspiration from them, we are writers it is what we do. I will however, say that I will not agree with the lack of morals a person must have to steal another's work and not give credit where it is due. Therefore, here is a rule to follow: if you read a story, like an idea, and form your own story or scenes from it, in a strategically placed A/N (aka at the beginning of your work or chapter in which the idea is involved), put INSPIRED BY (insert author and title here). See it is simple and to the point, if you can write you can do this. Besides chances are the story stolen will have been a popular one, popular = recognizable, recognizable = anger, anger = many burn reviews being received by yourself from the fans of the original piece and all because you did not take the time to give credit to someone else. In other words, be smart; avoid consequences by not giving reason for any to form. Now that this rant is out of the way, my story can finally begin. Click the arrow to go onto the prologue ;)


*disclaimer: While the plot is my own, character names belong to Stephanie Meyers. THANK YOU ;)

Prologue:

I remember laughing. All around me, laughter never ceasing, constantly seeping through my exterior, becoming a parasite to my mentality. Bones broke, scars formed, my body released crimson rivers of life, but the laughter never ended. Tears shed, insults developed, my mind and body ripped to pieces, but the laughter never ended. The taunting, the abuse, it was all meant to destroy my being and for the past seven years it had succeeded. Everyone, but me, had control over my life, dictated what I did and how I felt, until I said no more. I put pills in my stomach, dragged lines across my skin, doing anything to escape the reality of my days. Little did I know that I would succeed, little did I know that the flat line of my heartbeat would give me the freedom that I craved.

My name is Isabella Swan and this is my story.

This is how I became free.


A/N: I would appreciate reviews, at least five per a chapter to give me an average of what my readers think about where the story is going, or the story at all for that matter. I will not withhold chapters however, because of a lack of them. I wrote this story because it was in my head, it is here for your enjoyment, so it only makes sense to not keep you waiting since it is going up either way no matter the review count. Reviews though are open to everyone (meaning anonymous posts are accepted) so do not let that hold you back if you have something to say. Thank you --TCITH

P.S. I have not decided on a set release date for chapters, but once I do I will inform the rest of you about my decision. If anything were to change, that would affect my determined schedule as well, I will send out a message so it is not just a waiting game when it comes to updating.