This story is not for the broken hearted, nor the hardheaded, but this story is for those who care. This is the story of my life of my pressures of love of hate and of desperation to belong in this tough and confusing world. I am one of those girls who sit out and watch the world pass them by, just because she is afraid to be broken. I am Bella Swan and I am afraid. Afraid of what you ask. I am afraid of what the world will do to me if I care for some one.
I spent my life wondering why, why my life is this way, why I am not a super model, why my father is my only guardian, why I can't remember my mom, and why the teachers do not notice the fact I limp, cry and hurt every. Single. Day. Of my entire life.
My story is touching, sappy, treacherous, and full of hate, concern and despair. I determined not to cry while I write this, I am determined not to. Because even though I am determined I know I will, and it will hurt.
I will relive my life for you all to see I will show you all how my life began and how it continues to this very day, I will go back to day it all started, the day of my parents meeting, I have heard this story over, and over and I will do my best to describe it to you.
But this story is not for the broken hearted. This is the story from the broken hearted. And this story is mine. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, and I am afraid.