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I awoke to the familiar beeping of my alarm clock. I immediately looked to the right of my bed, hoping I'd see him there and he would hold me and tell me the last five months of my life have all been a horrible nightmare. Sadly, he wasn't there. It was immensely stupid of me to think he would ever just pop back in here. He never loved me and he never will. I am only a mere human. How could he? Sighing, I got out of bed and moved silently into the shower.
Ounce I got out I put on plain white long sleeve shirt, black skinny jeans and plain black shoes. Everything about me is plain. I noted, the reflection in the mirror staring at me. Plain brown hair. Plain brown eyes. Plain everything. I was so pale now. I had bruises under my eyes. I looked like the walking dead. My hair had grown longer, hanging just below my waist. In the last five months I had lost a lot of weight. You could see my ribs. My gaze traveled up to my face. I looked at my plain, brown eyes. Such sad eyes. They looked so sad and empty. I remembered when my eyes had ounce been so alive and happy, only now to be filled with such sadness.
I sighed again, and walked downstairs. I spotted my dad Charlie in the kitchen, reading the News paper and drinking his morning coffee. "Hello, Bella. Did you sleep well tonight?" He lowered the paper, looking at me with concern written all over his face. " yeah dad, I slept fine." I lied, sitting down. I had had my regular occurring nightmares. I had learned that if I didn't scream, I wouldn't worry Charlie.
"Are you going to eat breakfast?" he asked. "No, I'm skipping breakfast today." I answered. He sighed and began reading the paper. I skipped breakfast and lunch everyday and ate a little at dinner. I was never really hungry. Charlie and I didn't speak much anymore. I never really spoke to anyone. All of my friends gave up on me. At lunch, I sat at a table alone, staring at the clock. I followed my daily routine: Sleep, wake up, take a shower, get dressed, go to school, do homework, make dinner, and clean. Then start the cycle all over again the next day. I always made sure I had absolutely no free time. I hated free time. If I had free time I would think about Ed...him. I know this hurts Charlie, but I can't help it. There is a gaping hole in my chest, where my used to be. Every day the hole just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I keep feeling like I'm going to explode.
Sometimes, I thought, it would be better for everyone if I was dead. As soon as that thought came, I pushed it aside. I didn't need to be thinking about killing myself right now. I had thought about killing myself before, but I couldn't do that to my mom Rene or Charlie; it would kill them. And...Death isn't what I want. No, what I want is to be turned. I want to be a vampire. Even if Ed...Ed...Edward and the Cullen's aren't here. I wouldn't be like the Cullen's. No, I would be a real monster. I wouldn't feed on animals, I would feed on humans. Yes, weak, nice little Isabella Swan wants to be a vampire and drink human blood. I don't want to be weak anymore. I wouldn't be. With a new emotion I've never felt before, I stood up. "Bye dad, I'll be home later." I said and walked out the door and hoped into my red truck.
And drove off toward Fork's High School.