Chapter 1
Is this how I end..?

Bella POV

I curled into a small ball on the dirt, clutching at it as if it would keep my head from spinning. The dirt was warm. Comforting almost. But nothing could really comfort me now. I felt like he had stuck his hand through my chest and ripped out my heart. Actually, that would probably be less painful. Eventually I found the strength somewhere in me to stand up. I could have been lying there for minutes, hours, day or weeks. I had lost count of time, for all I knew I could have been there for years.

I started walking. I walked for hours. Eventually I found a clearing were I sat. I repeated in my head a poem I had heard once.

She paints a pretty picture

but her story has a twist

you see.. her paintbrush is a razor

and her canvas is her wrist

she paints her pretty picture

in a color thats blood red

while using her sharp painbrush

she ends up finally dead

her pretty pictures fading

quite slowly on her arm

the blood is not racing through her

she can no longer do harm

she painted her pretty picture

but her picture had a twist

you see her mind was the razor

and her heart was her wrist.

This made me start to cry. I found a sharp rock as I sat on the ground balling my eyes out.
"..Help…I can't do this, I can't live like this…Im so so sorry.."

I choked out. I sucked in a sharp breath as I lifted the rock. I brought the rock down at the start of my wrist with as much force as I could. I gasped and let out a short scream of pain. I kept the force on the wrist as I brought it up to the crease of my elbow.
I repeated it again .
Blood started gushing out the wound. I collapsed on the ground. Starting to slip into unconsciousness.

Startled I heard a twig snap and something standing over me. I saw a person with beautiful flames as hair.
With a silent gasp I realised this was Victoria in all her fiery glory. She flashed me a glorious smile of pearly white teeth.

"Why hello there Bella. Now, what have you done here?"

As she spoke I was bemused by her voice. It was cute and bubbly voice that reminds you of bubble gum and the colour pink. It didn't suit her very much.

"I wonder what could have happened to make you do such a thing to yourself.." She sang in her tinkly soprano voice.

She smiled, most likely guessing what happened. Then she took a small bottle out of her pocket. It was a small glass jar of powder. She picked up my wounded wrist. I winced and watched her sprinkly the entire contents or the jar into my wound. Then she leaned down.

"I will see you in a few years Bella."
Then she slowly sunk her teeth into my wrist injecting venom into my bloodstream.

She stood, and ran out of the field.

I started to feel the burning the awful excruciating burning. But what hurt more was knowing that now. I have to live all eternity. On my own. Never to die. Never to be with him ever again.
That's when I realised the true horror of what Victoria had done to me.
I let out the first of many agony filled screams.