You're My Tourniquet Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

Author's Note: Hey guys I'm sorry about not updating. This is the second installment of What Happens Next. The next twenty (give or take) chapters will cover Bella's Summer, as well as include some of my own poetry here and there.

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or anything people might want to sue me for. All I own is every KoЯn cd imaginable as well as the poetry contained in this fanfiction.

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They are all really good!Prologue

So I take my time, guiding the blade down the line, each cut closer to the vein (bleed, bleed). This state is elevating, as the hurt turns into hating,

anticipating all the fucked up feelings again—KoЯn.

CHAPTER ONE

BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW

I sat in my old, worn down seat in the back of the class. It was kind of my spot now, no one else sat within three seats of me. Not even the teachers wanted to have anything to do with me, after all, who wants to acknowledge the girl who basically killed her own brother?

Just as the late bell was ringing the kids started pouring into the tiny, claustrophobic classroom. A swarm—no, a sea—of teenage critics quickly filled the uncomfortable silence with muffled whispers, judging glances and hate-filled glares, frivolous conversation and talks of summer plans practically saturating the damp air.

I hate them all. I envy them all. Their worst worry is whether or not their family is going to Cancun for the summer, or if they are going to be throwing a huge party on their rich-ass dad's yacht. So innocent. And cared about. People would be happy if I just disappeared or died. They all hate me. I mean of course I know I deserve all of it, but it would be nice to have at least one little shred of pity or forgiveness. Anything but this. Every night I cut myself and watch in fascination and euphoria as the river of red pours from the vein. It's the only release. The only thing I can control in all of my life. And I love it. The scars, the pain, the rush, feeling the blood run down my arm. I love the stories I am forced to make to explain the scars. Well that is when I even bother to hide them. It's fucking art. The only thing I can never screw up.

The bell rang, interrupting my daydreaming. I was almost angry at it. Why did it have to interrupt my fantasy about that damn blade hidden in a loose floorboard under my bed? Then I realized I had to move, before I was late for another class. I was walking to my next class, when I started thinking. Why am I even bothering with this shit? Its fucking pointless. I don't fucking care so why does it even matter? I felt a tear rise in the corner of my eye, and suddenly everything went black.

I was floating. No flying. No. I was falling. Falling away from myself, drifting further and further into some sort of nothingness. But it wasn't nothingness. Because there were people. And lights. Beeping sounds that pricked at my ears and scratched at my frayed nerves. Restraints holding me to something cold, and hard. Needles, that felt more like searing daggers, stabbing my arms, and murmurs of conversations I didn't want to hear.

When I awoke, I was in only a tank top and my underwear, confused and scared. A dark figure appeared from the cold darkness, and I tried to inch away when I saw the knife and the cigarette lighter. But the cold, slimy ground was hard to move along, and I gasped at the fiery pain that ignited along my spine and through my entire body. The figure laughed, and sneered, in a voice I could have sworn I recognized from somewhere. I just couldn't seem to place it on any one person. Until I processed the words that came out of their mouth. "Hey baby, where you think you're goin?" That voice. Like a grater. Jacob.

I bolted up in bed, soaked in a cold sweat, and gasping for air. I looked at my phone, and huffed, falling back on my bed. It was all just a dream. Only a bad dream.

I opened my mouth, about to call for Emmett, when I realized painfully that he wasn't here anymore. I had put him in a coma. I couldn't stop the tears from rising in my eyes any more. It hurt too much to hold it in. And so, curled into a sniffling, disgusting ball, I slowly fell into an uneasy sleep.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep bee—SMACK! I groaned. That fucking alarm clock. I hated that, too. It marked the beginning of another wholly miserable week of school. But there was only one more week. Just one more until I was out of the place for a few months. My hope was, however naïve, that the summer vacation would make people hate me less. Or at least forget that I existed. Anything would be better than this hell. But for now, for five more days, I would endure it.

Now lets just hope everyone else would let me endure it, too.

EDWARD'S POINT OF VIEW

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep bee—SMACK! Oops. There goes another alarm clock. Oh well. There were only five days of school left until summer vacation began. Thank god. I couldn't take much more of this charade.

And then there's the girl I stupidly thought I loved. If you could even call her a freaking girl. But I didn't want to think about that.

I got up, and hopped in the shower. It was like clockwork in the house. Right as I shut the bathroom door I would hear Jasper run right into it, and start complaining and pounding on the door. Every morning. He never learned.

Jasper pulled into the parking lot, scowling as I went to pick up my next girl—Rita maybe? I was hooking up with some girl, Tracy, Trisha, something like that, after lunch in the basement too. And then before biology in the janitor's closet I was supposed to be getting some action with another girl named Alex. After school I was hooking up in the forest behind our school with a girl named Molly. She was a slut, but had ok looks. And nice boobs.

Most of my friends thought I was the man, others just thought I was a likeable manwhore. It didn't matter to me. The bell rang, and I cursed. Now there were only three girls to hook up with. Crap.

I walked into the stuffy classroom, and glared at Bella. It had become a sort of ritual. Jasper couldn't believe that I had gone from the person that cared most about her to being the one who hated her the most. "It doesn't make any sense." He told me once. Again, I couldn't be bothered to give two shits about the situation. Bella was simply a creature that should be loathed and cast out for what she did to her own brother. She was only getting what she deserved. After all, Emmett was loved by just about everybody. And she took him away.

People say I'm being too hard on the bitch. I'm just being fair.

Right?

Author's Note:

Well, that was my first update in a while. Sorry if it sucked, it might take me a little while to get back into the swing of things. But I hope you guys liked the chapter! The Prologue song is Here To Stay by KoЯn.

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