Ya, ya, new story and I haven't updated my first one blah, blah, blah. But I will, I swear! See when ever I have writers block an idea for a new story pops into my head and I have to write it down.

Disclaimer for the whole darn story: I don't own the Twilight saga. It and all it's amazing characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Welcome to my own personal hell, Forks Washington. I woke up at 6:30 in the morning and began the same routine that I would follow for the next two years. Two years. That's what I keep telling myself. Then I'll be free to leave these people around me. I hate the fake smiles and the senseless chatter and gossip. Just simply walk away and leave everything behind me. I only wish it were that easy.

I got out of bed slowly. My dread mounting with every step. I pulled a long sleeved, charcoal gray shirt out of my dresser. Over that, I wore an oversized black hoodie which fell down to the middle of my palms. It was perfect to cover the two thin scars along my pale wrists. The reason I was sent here to live with my father. Because my mother was tired of dealing with me. No! I had to stop thinking about it. Numbness was always better. This way was better. It hurts much less not to feel.

Forks High School was just another thing to add to my list of dislikes about this dreary, green town. My first day went just as expected. The over-eager boys, the girls just bursting to fill me in on the latest scandal, the teachers who made you fall asleep simply by opening their mouths. I knew their types. It was the same everywhere I went: I didn't get along with people and all they ever tried to do was be my friend.

It became tiresome after a while, pushing people away. And just look what happened when I let someone in, broke down those barriers I had so carefully set up to protect myself from the outside world. That was never going to happen again . . . ever.

The only people I had seen all day that had sparked the tiny amount of interest I still had left in me were the Cullens. They were the only ones who, like me, didn't seem to want to interact with the other mindless teenagers. There was also something mysterious about them. Like a well disguised secret. And, above all, they were the only ones to have ignored me completely. I could tell I was going to get along with them if this kept up.

It was about 9 o'clock at night and Charlie and I had just finished dinner. It was a quiet affair. Neither of us talked much anyway and things had been awkward between us ever since my "incident", as I like to call it.

Once I had escaped to my room and shut the door, I collapsed onto my bed. If only Renee hadn't come home early from work. Then I wouldn't be here right now. I would, if I was lucky, be in a place free of pain. A place where I didn't have to think or feel or pretend. I pushed my sleeves down to my elbows and lightly traced the scars with my fingertips.

I finished my homework in literally a second. Everything was basic and I had done most of it before. It was still too early to fake being sleep . . . not that I slept much anyway. With sleep came nightmares. Those I couldn't, wouldn't stand. I hated reliving past events. Seeing every mistake I ever made and being powerless to fix it.

So, instead, I pulled off my jeans and replaced them with comfy sweats. I put my Converse back on and grabbed my iPod. Then I headed downstairs where Charlie was watching a baseball game.

"I'm going ouསྭ" my words were cut off as he jumped, startled.

"Sorry," Charlie mumbled.

"That's okay," I said calmly, "I was just going to go for a run."

"Umm . . ." he seemed reluctant to let me be alone "Well, ya I guess that's fine. Be back home soon."

And, with that, I was out the door and off the front porch, into the chilly night air. I decided against the forest trails behind the house, those I would save for daylight. So I simply jogged down the sidewalk with My Chemical Romance blasting into my ears.

I began to pick up speed but as I rounded the corner, I ran headlong into a tall, dark figure. When we collided, I was sprawled across the concrete, staring up at the man before me.

"Bella?" he questioned.

who is it? Well you shall not find out until you review my darlings!!!