Prologue
I've always known I was a coward.
But it got to the point where I just couldn't carry guilt and hopelessness anymore.
I could've endured it, but like I said, I'm a coward and took the easy way out by attempting to take my own life.
I haven't decided yet whether or not it was good that I didn't succeed.
This time, instead of running from pain, I'm afraid of trusting others.
Ch. 1: Wreck of the Day
Driving away from the wreck of the day
And it's finally quiet in my head
Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed
And if this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
On love, on love
-Anna Nalick
I woke up this morning with the same achy feeling all over my body and a sense of hopelessness that never seems to pass. I brush my shoulder-length blonde hair back into a ponytail at the nape of my neck, dressed into my dark-wash boot cut jeans and pulled on a hoodie with a design on it, slipped on my off-white chucks and was out the door without acknowledging my parents eating breakfast at the table; they didn't acknowledge me either. It was obvious that I was an accident child but what I don't understand is why they didn't put me up for adoption.
I've grown up in the richer side of Cincinnati, Ohio. We had a big house with flashy cars and my parents, Jane and Todd Vancouver let me do whatever I wanted. I doubt they wouldn't even care if I was a pothead or spent my weekends getting drunk at parties. I was completely dedicated to my academics though, and it wasn't like anyone was begging to go to parties with me. I used to be in the most popular group of girls in my school. It sounds stereotypical, I know, but my friends were everything. Over the summer, I got invited to less and less things and by the time the first day of freshmen year started, my seat at the lunch table was filled. I was the subject of their merciless teasing and bullying. I soon became invisible. No one noticed me. No one cared.
I began to cut off all ties socially. Only to nod when my mother lectured me daily how I needed to care more about how I looked. I was a lost cause. At school today I humiliated one again. Called a whore, skank, slut, I was even told I was better off dead. It's not mid October and this has been going on since August. They are right.
A/n This is my first story and it does have some dark themes like suicide and depression, but soon the Cullens will be introduced. I really like my character and she has more of a personality but this is the lowest point she has ever been, so she's a pretty flat character right now. The outfit for this chapter is on my profile! Read & Review please! No flames just constructive criticism!