I do not own Twilight. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: This story contains self-harm and eating disorders. The intention of this FanFiction is to bring awareness to these subjects, not to encourage them in anyway. If you or someone you know has one of these problems, please get help immediately.
Chapter 1
Someone roughly shook my body. "Wake up! Bella, wake up!"
The voice was rough. The hands were warm. It was not my angel.
Still, I opened my eyes, grateful that someone had pulled me out of my nightmare. My hair was plastered to my forehead, my hands were wet and sticky, my throat was sore, probably from screaming.
Charlie leaned over me, his expression tense and worried. "Are you alright?" He questioned.
No. Absolutely not. No way in hell. I wanted to say. But I didn't.
"I'm fine. Just a nightmare." I responded to put his mind at ease.
He didn't believe me, I could see it in his eyes. "Dad, really, I'm fine. I don't even remember what I was dreaming about", I lied.
I am proud to say that I am becoming a good liar— maybe even a great liar. I did it so often that it had become second nature to me.
"Um— alright. I'll let you go back to sleep," he mumbled as he turned for the door. He hesitated, hand on the knob. I thought maybe he'd turn around and say something else to me. He didn't, though. He simply stepped into the dark hallway and shut the door behind him.
I scurried into the bathroom, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I opened the cabinet under the sink, and let my hand explore the contents of the drawer until my fingers found the cold metal of a razor. Relieved, I turned on the faucet and watched the water run red.