Nothing's Perfect Chapter 1: The Start, a twilight fanfic

Hey guys! I decided to make a new story. I don't own Twilight, and enjoy! Also, I DO NOT cuss in my stories

Warning: Abuse.

PROLOGUE

Bella's pov 11 YEARS OLD

"Bella, take Lindsay and go to y'alls room! Go now!" My mother, Renée Swan, shouted at me.

I grabbed my one year old sister, ran upstairs to our room, and locked the door. I put Lindsay down in her crib and sat down on my bed. Something bad was going to happen tonight, I could feel it. I always got this tingling feeling in my hands when something bad was going to happen or something dangerous was near. If it was really bad or dangerous, it would spread up my arms. That's part of the reason I always got beat by my dad. He calls me a 'Freak of nature.' He beats my mom too, but for what reason, I have no idea, but something's going to change tonight, I know it.

I heard screaming coming from downstairs, and Lindsay started crying. I walked over to her, picked her up, and started rocking her back and forth, while covering her ears. Suddenly, everything was quiet, no screaming or banging. That's never a good sign, ever. Lindsay had stopped crying by now, so I put her back in her crib, and headed to the the living room. When I got there I was met with a horrifying sight.

My mom was lying on the ground, blood covering her and around her. I screamed and ran to her. I bent down and checked for a pulse on her neck and wrist. I panicked, no pulse. All of a sudden, I felt a presence behind me, so I slowly stood and turned around. My dad, Charlie Swan, was standing there with an evil grin and glint in his eyes. I gulped, and he walked over to me. He sicked me in the knee and punched me in the stomach over and over again.

He stopped after a while of punching and kicking me and said, "Call an ambulance and make up a story why she's dead or you'll end up just like her," Then walked off into the kitchen, most likely to get a beer. I crawled over to the phone painfully, and dialed 911.

"This is 911, what is your e-"

'My mom's dead," I sobbed.

3 hours later

I stood outside with Lindsay on my hip, as the paramedics hauled my mom off. I had told them that I found her in the living room, with a knife lying beside her. I was disgusted with myself, I just wish I could tell them the truth, but I had to keep quiet or else I would be dead too. He'll get what's coming to him later on.

6 years later

I heard the door slam from here in the kitchen, and flinched, dad was home.

"Go to the room, Lindsay, and stay there," I commanded to my 7 year old sister. She knew exactly what was going to happen, and she was only 7.

She hesitated, but nodded, then ran upstairs, right as he came into the room.

"Where's my food?" He yelled.

I got the plate of orange chicken and green beans off the counter, along with two beers and set it on the table. He sat down in the chair and began eating. I waited until he finished eating, and just stood there. I knew better than to leave, I would just get punished more.

"Come here girl!" He barked.

I hurried over, and stood in front of him. He punched me in the stomach and I fell to the ground gasping for my breath. He punched me again in the stomach, and this time, I puked up blood.

"Look what you did, you made a mess!" He screamed the kicked me in the ribs. I swear I heard a crunch. He punched me in the face this time, grabbed a beer and left the kitchen to the living room, to watch baseball.

"Clean up the mess!" I heard him yell.

I sighed and got up. I walked into the hallway, got a mop, and cleaned up the blood. After it was clean, I snuck into the living room to see if he had passed out yet, he had. I limped back into the kitchen and quietly fixed me and Lindsay a plate of food to eat, and almost crawled up the stairs to our room.

I walked into our room and sat on the bed she and I shared. I gave her a plate and we started eating. After we finished eating, I hid the plate under the bed, and stood up.

"Where are you going, sissy?" She asked, frightened.

I smiled at her.

"I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be right back. I've got to clean myself up," I whispered softly. She nodded and I walked quietly into the bathroom.

I closed and locked the door then looked in the mirror. I sucked in a deep breath, and instantly regretted it. My ribs were killing me from where he kicked me. I lifted my shirt up, there were bruises everywhere, but the one from tonight was purple and blue. I pulled down my shirt and choked back a sob. I looked in the mirror again, and saw that my cheek was blue from where he punched me. That is going to be a little hard to cover up in the morning, but I'll do the best I can.

I sighed and left the bathroom. When I got to our room, Lindsay was already laying down, but she was still awake with the light on. I shut the door and turned the light off. I walked over to the bed and laid down on the side closest to the door. I heard her sigh.

"Sissy, when is this going to stop?" she asked me. I sat up and she did too, I could still see her in the dark because their was light coming from the window.

"When is what going to stop?"

"Everything. The pain. The loneliness," she said.

I started crying. She shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't know what loneliness is. She's only 7.

"I don't know, baby girl, but I do know this, I'm going to try and get us out of here as soon as possible. The day I turn 18 we are leaving" I answered while stroking her hair.

She yawned.

"Okay, can you sing to me sissy?"

"Sure."

She laid back down, and I followed suit.

ANGEL-SARAH MCLACHLAN

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

Once I finished the song I looked at her with tears in my eyes. She was asleep, but she had a smile on her face that made me smile as well. I kissed her forehead and smiled.

"I love you Linds," I whispered to her.

I dozed off five minutes after with a smile on my face too.