It all started when I was fourteen, I was the signature dancer in the phoenix ballet group. It was my first time ever solo dance, and I was beautiful. I was in a black tutu with a dark purple corset, my hair was up in a bun and I was dancing with all my might. They screamed my name.
Then it happened,
The audience screamed, I turned and there was a young girl, six or seven hanging by the catwalk above me then she dropped to my feet, I felt her neck, dead. Many people screamed "SUICIDE? WAS IT SUICIDE?" If only, I looked closer. I wished I didn't, she looked like she was strangled, cut by the throat and hung. I ran from the stage, got out of my costume, got back on my street clothes and ran out of my old life and went to Forks, Washington where I met my husband and have a beautiful little girl and have forgotten my old life. But now it has come back to haunt me.
So now I must write this horrible story, my life, which may end tonight.
My name is Bella Swan, and this is my story
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