BETA-ED by the amazing BeautifulyEnchanted... Enjoy
Chapter 1
Bella P.O.V(point of view)
You might not understand my story, It might just seem so stupid, but its the truth.
When I was ten, I was diagnosed with a multi personality disorder. By then it was too late. I was a murderer; angel by day, killer by night.
Who would have thought sweet innocent me would kill someone? My hits were random.I was smart and calculated. Who said you didn't learn anything by watching T.V. ? Now you may ask how could you a little girl take a life...? Its easy, I didn't. Maria did.
Yes, I said Maria. That is what she liked to call herself. You see, I didn't know I was a murderer until the virginal age of eight, immaculate to the world.
You see, Maria thought it would be funny to start making herself known with vivid memories. At first, I thought they were just nightmares until I woke up with blood splattered clothes. As the months went on, Maria thought it would be fun to come out to play during the day. She wreaked havoc from school to home.
Because of this, I was in trouble more times than I can count, and when questioned by my mother, I would tell her everything I knew, which was nothing.
Finally realizing something was wrong, my mother got me a therapist. Most time I would just blackout during the sessions so I don't really know what happened behind the therapist's closed doors.
Maria liked the attention so she just got worst.
One time I blacked out for so long, when I came to, three years had flown by and I was in an all white room strapped in bed. Later, I discovered I was in a faculty for insane people.
I was so afraid; Maria was trying to ruin my life. I remember screaming in my head and begging her to leave me be.
I guess she heard me because I remember her saying," I'm sorry".
It was like a wake up call. Maria did not show anymore...it was like she disappeared...well, that I know of.
It had taken two years to convince people I was normal again, but by then I had already spent five years of my life in that hell hole of a faculty.
My mother moved and got married to a guy named Phil, who she was always writing about in the paragraph letters she sent me. From how she talked about Phil, I had a feeling I never would really like him. I was right. When I met him he was telling jokes, trying to be the life of the party. The act was annoying and stupid.
My mother told Phil I was in a special boarding school where you stay for the whole year, including the summer. Which is stupid, but Phil bought it.
Living in Phoenix was the hardest thing to do. Most people knew me from elementary school as the girl who talked to herself. Its amazing how they remembered things I didn't even know about; as soon as I walked through the doors I was called a freak.
Rumors spread like wild flowers. Boys would ask me out, and after I said no, they would spread rumors about me. Many rumors I would really hate to repeat.
I was more developed than most girls and that caused a lot of unwanted attention. So let's just say I was unpopular.
Finally, I was at my wits end. It was only so many times I was pushed down before I even got the chance to stand up. I thought the world would be a better place without me.
Before you ask, I didn't try to commit suicide. Well, I did try. I had the blade in my hand and I was about to press down, but my mom called me, asking if she could come into the bathroom.
"Sure", I yelled back. It wasn't until the door started opening I noticed I still had the blade in my hand.
In my haste to hide the blade, I cut myself.
Turning around to throw the blade away, I came face to face with mother dearest. Her face ashen as she computed what she just saw.