Hello people! This is the one story I can actually write all the way through. This story is more the way I could actually see a person having to go through. Any who, this story contains all the original characters plus some new. This takes place before Breaking Dawn. I own only the plot and beings I make up…..I'm warning people now there will be rape, self harm, language, violence, and more.
//: I sadly do not own twilight or the characters of Stephanie Meyer's intelligent mind. ://
Normal. Normal was not the word to describe me. In fact,
normality was the only thing I didn't have. Even my
wardrobe suggested anything but normal. My hair was
currently up in what my "mother" liked to call the
"umbrella" hairdo, right on top of my head. I had on a
black leather jacket, a lime green top with a v-neck cut,
a torn mini skirt, purple leggings and black converse.
Yea…I was weird.
I grew up in a small town called Willow Springs.
Everybody knew everybody, and life there was a living
nightmare. Talk about having a personal bubble space. You
couldn't even get a haircut without getting a full on
critique. For me though, it was harsh. I was the strange
girl who was morally lost, and belonged in the wacky
shack right next to Vincent Van Gouh. Come to think about
it, I wanted to be there, anywhere but here.
Parents, the only thing we were ever cursed with from
birth. I had two of them, Nathan and Rebecca Storm.
They hated me and I hated them, end of story. Actually,
we despised each other, loathed even. They didn't
understand me, and nobody did. They expected me to be
Barbie, and play nice with every person I met…..ha!
Done. My bag was packed and I was leaving for good.
Freedom. Another word I longed to be. The only thing I
had to do was leave. I took a step, but froze. My room,
it looked vacant. I had pictures of rock stars, and movie
stars posted around the small room. My desk was angled on
the corner facing my double bed ,which sat next to my
window bench seemed full of sorrow. I inhaled; this was
the only feature I would miss. The clock went off, I
needed to go. I was ready, so ready. Then my phone rang.
It rang again. I answered. It was an unknown number, and
at that second I wished it had stayed unknown.
…………………………………………………………………………………………..............
Numb. The way I felt. Silent. No words to say left in my mouth.
The phone call…
"Hello?"
"Ms. Cheyenne Storm?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, this is me," I responded. "Can I help you?" I didn't mean
to sound rude, it just happened.
"Ms. Storm, we need you to come down to the police station,
we'll be sending an escort in five minutes ok." He said.
"Why, what happened?" I was panicking.
"This is not something we should discuss over the phone."
He said calmly. What the hell.
"Fine, but I'm not going quietly."
"I'll see you in ten minutes; Officer Dave Miles will be over
soon." He sounded sad.
"Wait-"
"See you soon Ms."
"Yea,bye." I said grinding my teeth together. "What the hell,"
I mumbled.
//:Yea everybody loves cliffys…just when I was about to get into the story…review.//