Reaching Out For You
Prologue
Bella
I hate the color orange.
Orange was the color of the ball I was playing with that afternoon.
Orange was the color of the piece of shit car that James drove.
Orange was the color of the rope that tied my hands behind my back.
It was also the color of the handle on the knife he used to cut into me.
It was the color of the food he gave me to eat.
The color of the outfit the police gave me.
It was the color of the pills I had to take for my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
It also happened to be the color of the table I did my first line on.
Orange was the color of the straw I used to over dose on.
It was the color of Phil's baseball hat he had on when he found me having a heart attack.
Orange was the color of the hideous wall paper in my room at the hospital.
It was the color of the seats in the plane I took to live in Forks.
It was the color of Charlie's shirt when he picked me up.
My schedule for school was on a orange piece of paper.
It was the color of the jumper James had to wear to his Parole hearing.
It was the color of the rental car I locked myself into when he was granted Parole.
I.
Hate.
Orange.
Otay folks. (Just to make it clear, I do not own Twilight. Just letting you know.)
This bad boy has been in my head since August.
I personally have nothing against Orange, but I was sitting in my cousins Orange room and realized I didn't love it. I didn't hate it, but I could see people hating it.
Anywho, I got inspiration for this story by Queen- Reaching Out For You
and, Landslides- Stevie Nicks
I really am loving this story, but Reviews would be wonderful yes? The First chapter shall be up either later tonight, or tomorrow morning.
Press it. You know you want to. ;)
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