My name is Bella Swan, and I am broken.

I have been physically and verbally abused, raped, starved, and I lost my only friends.

I am also a murderer.

My mom had been clinically depressed ever since I was born. Then, on my 6th birthday, she committed suicide. My father beat me and insulted me, convinced it was my fault.

When I was 8, he remarried. At first, his wife, Ruby, seemed nice. But two months after they were wed, she showed her true colors. In reality, she was a lying, cruel, backstabbing, cheating bitch. But only to me.

She hated me so much that she would lock me in the attic with no food or water for days on end.

My life was hell.

One day, when my dad, Charlie, was gone, she brought one of her "fling" home. After she left to go to the store, her "toy" raped me. I never told anyone, and no one found out.

After I turned 11, I finally got brave and ran away.

When I was wandering the streets of god-knows-where, a random guy came up and started sexually harassing me. When he was about to rape me, I slit his throat.

I am a killer.

I lived on the streets for 4 years, becoming a street performer so I had cash for food, just enough. I turned into a cold, apathetic girl because of the hardships I went through, forgetting how to cry or smile.

One day, while I was performing, some big-shot came and heard me sing. He offered me a chance to go to some rich-kid music school on a scholarship.

So here I am, at the gates of the Performance Academy of the Arts.