A/N: Hello! This is my very first fanfic! Please comment- I love feedback! All characters in this fanfic are Stephanie Meyers. She owns all the rights to them.

Chapter One- Cut

Bella slipped the thin piece of metal in her pocket. She would need it for later. As her dad started yelling, she decided she would need it now. She walked up to her room, ignoring her father, and sat on the floor, hidden from the door. She pulled up her sleeve and pulled the piece of metal out. Bella gripped the metal, and placed it on her arm. Applying slight pressure, she dragged it in a straight line across her creamy white skin. Bella threw her head back in ecstasy as the red line grew thicker.

It all started when Bella was ten. Her mother had left her with her father, who was emotionally abusive to her. He yelled all the time, but Bella always tried to drone it out. Bella knew that people cut themselves, and she knew that was bad. Bella couldn't take her father's rude remarks and sneers anymore. She had heard from cutters that cutting felt good, but she didn't believe them, until her father left to go fishing. She took a kitchen knife, and drew it across her skin. The shudder it sent up her spine got Bella hooked. Since that day, she had found all sorts of things that she could cut herself with. Pins, metal, earrings, you name it.

Today was the first day of school. Even though it was still summer, it was damp and overcast out today. Bella lived in Forks, Washington, where it was always gloomy out. She slipped on a black and blue striped long sleeved shirt and got her bag ready. Bella always hid her scars because her father didn't know she cut, and because she didn't want to let anyone else know she cut either. Bella got in her car and drove to school.

Bella never had many friends, and she had defiantly never had a boyfriend. When she was walking to her first class, Bella was shoved and fell on the floor with all her books. As she was gathering her books, a gorgeous boy stopped to help her. Bella's sleeve slipped up, and she felt the boy's emerald green eyes bore into the scars. She was suddenly self-conscious, and ran off to class. When Bella arrived in class, she realized she left her notebook in the hallway. Great, she thought to herself. When class ended, Bella went and hid in a bathroom stall. She took out a pocket knife she stole from her dad and started cutting.

After lunch, she saw the boy again. He just so happened to be in her class. He walked up to her and handed her the notebook. The boy introduced himself as Edward, and very politely asked if he could sit next to her. Bella blushed a brilliant shade of red, and said yes. During class, Edward slipped her a note. Where did all those scars on your arm come from? Bella suddenly felt the need to tell him the truth. She felt she could trust him. She wrote back, I'm a cutter. Edward looked at her with a sadness in his eyes. They didn't talk the rest of class, but at the end, Edward gave her another note. On it was his phone number, and Call me if you need to talk.

When Bella got home, she was glad her father wasn't home, and went into the kitchen. She took a knife, but thought of Edward. She put the knife back.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. Please review! Can I just get at least ten reviews? When I get 10 reviews, I'll post another chapter!