Summary: 10 years, 10 years I have been in this place. I was 6-years-old when my parents sent me here, and I will never forgive them. Ever since I can remember people have called me an outcast, un-natural or weird, when I went outside people gave me a disgusted looks and tried to stay as far away from me as possible, even my parents hated me. You'll have to read more to find out. (The only thing I own is the plot)
Escape
Prologue
Bella
10 years, 10 years I have been in this place. When I was 6-years-old my parents sent me here, they told me I was going on a holiday, somewhere nice and peaceful. But they lied, this place isn't nice nor peaceful, it's the complete opposite to say the least, it's like a prison here. Bars on the windows and slop for food, it's horrible. My parents sent me here because I was different to everyone else, they told me I was special, but what they really meant was outcast, un-natural, and weird. When ever I went out people always gave me weird looks and tried to stay as far away as possible from me, even my parents couldn't look at me with out giving me a look of disgust, or bursting out in tears. I never understood why this all happened, I didn't do anything did I? No, I've never hurt anyone or broken the law, hell I've never even said anything mean about anyone! So what is it, what is it that makes everyone looks at me and cringe away, I was 5-years-old when I found out what it was, and I wish I never did.
I was only 5-years-old when it happened, when my parents told me everything they just sat me down at the dining room table and told me straight up that I had killed my own brother. I, Isabella Swan had killed my own brother, I was merely 1-year-old but they all still blame me for it. I was lying in my cot fast asleep and there was a fire, my brother ran in to save me and he died whilst trying to save me. When the fire was out I was still in my cot, smiling and gooing happily, the whole town, along with my parents blamed me for the death of my brother. No one knew how I survived and they still don't. I lived in a very old-fashioned town, and they were all very posh, and stuck-up, so they believe that because I was still alive and healthy, that I was the one who had killed my brother.
But that wasn't all, the day before my birthday I was playing in my bedroom when it hit me like a really strong gust of wind. I wasn't in my bedroom anymore; I was in a very plain, white room; there was a small white bed in the far left corner with a white bedside table next to it with a silver lamp, a glass of water and an old tattered and torn Romeo and Juliet novel on it. There was a white desk with another silver lamp, sketchpad and lead pencil opposite the bed in the closer left corner with a hard plastic chair tucked in and a white bookcase with a lot of books in it next to the desk. On the far right side of the room there was a water dispenser in the corner next to two white single lounges, on the closer right corner there was a small white wardrobe. The walls around the room were fogged glass; I could see the silhouettes of the people outside walking around. I walked over to the mirror next to the plain white wardrobe and looked at myself, I looked horrible! I had long, brown hair down to my breasts and big brown eyes, but I was older I looked to be around about 10-years-old now and my hair looked like a haystack, my cheeks were stained with tears, my eyes were red and puffy and I also had big black bags under my eyes. I was wearing one of those white hospital robes and I had no shoes on, I had an identification tag around my wrist, I looked down at it and read what was written on it. Isabella Swan, age 10, room 201. I looked up at the door I had just walked into, above the door frame there was a sign reading; Room 201, Isabella Swan, St. Jude's asylum for the different.
That was the day I knew my parents didn't want me and never had, they sent me off the day after, on my 6th birthday.
So, tell me do you like it? I promise the next chapters will get longer this is just the prologue and the start of the story. I know the name of where she's going sounds weird but that's the best I could come up with for what I was thinking of.
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