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#1:in a field of flowers

I crept into Charlie's house around two in the morning. Hoping he wasn't awake. I unlocked the door to our messy house as quietly as I could.

Now let me tell you a little about Charlie's past, it used to be something to be proud of but after Renée died, Charlie went on an alcoholic leave and never came back. I used to try to get him out of it but after a while I just gave up. I had to take up another job though. Now if you want to be the outcast of Forks, you need a dad like mine. Whatever I have a totally messed up life anyway. Back to the sneaking in; well let's just add this other little bit of information, when Charlie knocks back a few, it is more than a few, and he's always awake and mean. He likes to mess with me in front of his friends.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing out so late little missy?"

His stale throat asks from somewhere in the room.

"I'm coming home from work dad." I lie

"You can't lie to me bitch," he says.

I heard a chair creak but I can't see where it is coming from, it's too damn dark.

"I'm not lying, dad. I have to work on Saturdays."

I used to be the worst liar in the world but I've become the master living in this house, or hell hole, you pick.

"YOU'RE LYING!" He shoots up in front of me and I'm thrown into the wall. Ouch! Hideous laughter is all I hear in the quiet house. It makes me cringe.

"Get up bitch." Charlie commands.

I do. Then his sausage fingers grab at my face and I'm brought in view of his nasty greasy face.

"Don't lie to me again, you got that?" His breath is hot and sticky on my flushed face.

"Yes sir." Is all I say? He throws me back down and I pretty much crawl up the stairs because my balance is something I haven't quiet conquered yet.

When I get to my room I'm almost sick to my stomach again, thought I got rid of that before I came in. Oh well I'll just lie on my bed and find a better way to feel better. As I make it to my bed I grab my favorite tool about. I sink onto my bed and hold out my arm.

"Agra..."

It feels so good to feel the pressure of the blade on my skin and the release of all that tension that is called my life.

I can feel the blood slowly slide down my arm, so I lie back down on my bed resting my eyes. When I heard a drip on the hard wood floors I open my eyes and look down at my arm.

"Hmm. . . Still bleeding? Guess I cut a little too deep for just that." I close my eyes again and listen to the sweet silence of nigh through my open window. That's when I heard a whooshing sound and a slight thump.

'Wow, didn't think my ears were that good' I thought to myself.

I sat up and then got a rush of blood to my head. Feeling too woozy to stand I just sat there for a while spinning in circles a little bit.

"Oow."

I open my eyes and notice a figure in my rocking chair in the corner of my room. It's really dark in my room isn't it? Well, I stand up and I'm now only a little woozy so I walk a little closer to the figure and notice a strange presence about it.

"Kind of like death" I say to myself but I think it heard me because the squeaking stopped.

I flicked on my light and it turned out that I had put in a blue bulb so everything had a dark blue tint to it. Cool at the time I thought.

Well now this figure turns out to be a boy, well more like a guy. He looks to be around my age. Which is 18.He has tousled bronze hair and really dark eyes. Like black almost. Also, he has like ghostly white skin. Even whiter than me. Crazy, I'm like the whitest girl I know; well he's like a guy, whatever. I can feel him staring at me but I don't know what at. I think I'm like the dumbest person alive to be going closer to some strange guy who like popped into my room. Oh well. My head hurts, so does my side.

"Charlie pushed me too hard into the wall." I say to myself again. I also remember that I'm in my short shorts and a tight tank top and I have like 50 bruises on my legs and arms, a big one on my stomach, two on my back, and a few nasty ones on my sides, oh and wait, don't let me forget the face there's got to be one now on the side of my cheek bone when I hit the wall.

I lift my hand to inspect the bruise on my face when I remember that I'm bleeding a little still and there is still blood dripping off some of my fingers. I lift my index to my mouth and lick off the blood droplet at the end. I always liked the taste of blood; it was the sight of it that got me sick. But that has been a long time ago, now I love the look of it. On me, my floor, in the sink, I don't care. The guy's eyes widen in shock and I think he wants some because there's like a sign of jealousy on his face. Whatever he's a freak and so am I, I guess. I continue to walk towards him slowly and reach out my hand for his but he back up in the chair. My eyes have never left his and then, I can see into his soul but all I'm really seeing is blue.

"You want to a taste?" I ask out loud."I've got enough to go around. And if you're here to kill me, go ahead I don't care I'm ready to die anyway it would probably be a huge much better than this hell hole. "

I don't know where the last part came from, but I don't care, it's the truth.

"What?"He hisses and I think I heard a growl, weird.

"I said you can have some of my blood if you want and if you're here to kill me get it over with I can't wait all day I'm ready to die anyway." I repeat with and annoyed voice then I remember. " Oh and by the way I'm Bella what's yours? "

"What the hell is wrong with you?"Well that is a dumb question but whatever. Boy is that getting tiring to say.

I sigh "Well that's a funny question for someone to ask who is currently sitting in my room without me really knowing how he got in. Isn't it hmm?" I think that was rhetorical. "And your name is...? "

"Edward." That's it. I move my bloodied arm to shake his hand but instead of shaking it he grabs it with care and pulls me so that I'm almost sitting on his lap and he brings his mouth to my arm, but right before he does anything he looks up.

"Mine if I have some?" Who asks anymore?

"Sure, sure go ahead knock yourself out but leave enough so that I'm not falling' on the floor, Kay?"

"Got it," he chuckles and then leans his head down on y self inflicted wound and starts to suck at it. Yeah and this isn't weird a bit. I start to feel increasingly woozy until I think I'm on the verge of passing out so I use some of my strength to push him off. I didn't know someone could drink that much without getting sick. Oh well. I don't think he'll budge but he does move easily.

"Hey buddy, we just met I don't even know your last name" I joke around drowsily.

"It's Cullen" he says while looking at me.

"Wait I thought your eyes were some darkish color or something like that?" I sort of say.

"Yeah they tend to change a lot." He makes a crooked smile and I think my brain is a little too literal because this is what comes out of my mouth.

"I'm going to take that away from you, mister vamp-ire." I say with a captain Jack move. (Not intentional I swear.)

He stiffens but then looks puzzled.

"Wha-" I cut him off when I kiss him with a lot more passion that I thought I had for him. He returns the kiss also and asks for entrance to my own mouth. Heh-heh moves fast eh? Well I think I'll let him in and have a taste for myself.

"Mmmm..." I say, he tastes good. Like sweet candies and well, me for a word. He breaks the kiss and looks bizarre.

"Hmm . . . You taste good Eddie." I say with a warm smile on my lips. I really do like him for only knowing him for 10 minutes or so.

"Ditto" he says. A crooked smile plays on his lips and I'm tempted to take another taste when he puts his hand on my waist to hold me closer. Now I wouldn't mind if I didn't have a nasty purple bruise on that hip. I wince and cringe away.

"What?"He asks with concern in his voice. And you see I'm still now on my whole level of sanity right now so I say the truth.

"My dad is shit faced drunk like all the time and he and his friend, when there over, like to push me around and stuff. A lot and more but I can't do anything about it because it doesn't help if I try to fight back, they're like 300 pounds heavier than me and I'd just end up falling or something and I get sick enough when the touch me without throwing myself at them so I'd rather keep it the way it's going until I can get the hell out of here. See." I stand up, pull my shirt up to my chest and hold my arms out. Doing a little spin as I say this all.

Shock and hatred shows on his face. Also, hurt. He stands up and takes my arms, pulls them down face up, under the light and looks at them then to me.

"And did they do this to you?" He asks is skeptically. Also I have a little trail of dried blood on my arm and my cutting tool in lying on my bed. Playing dumb wouldn't help here.

"Oh gosh no. I have to do that to myself. To get out the really pain on the inside or I'm get sick to my stomach and I have to have food in me or I'll get weak and not be able to work tow job back to back for like a bazillion hours a day." I started out sarcastic and now it just came out meekly and kind of sad. I didn't know I even feel that way.

I think he should know what he's getting himself into any ways and this way there won't be any questions.

I turn to go to my bed because I can't really look at him anymore, but my footing fails me and I plan to fall on the floor and hurt myself once again, but I don't hit the ground. I look up to find myself in the arms of Edward. What a gentleman, with such fast reflexes. Then he stands up and we are like rushed to the window and I don't like the outcome of this so I close my eyes and we drop and the jolt kind of sends my unstable brain over board and I pass out.