A/N: ok hi guys this s is my first fanfiction story so constructive criticism is appreciated. This is also written from a personal experience so of course I have had to change it so it fits with Twilight.
Disclaimer: sadly I don't own Twilight S.M does.
WARNING RAPE AND ABUSE.
My Life in Ruins
Chapter one
SMACK!
His fist made contact with my face. I knew that I was covered in blood and I was blue and black all over. The pain I felt was excruciating one of my ribs was broken I couldn't breathe properly. I gasped as his boot connected with my ribs and another bruise. It was getting harder to breathe. Spots blurred my vision.
"Get up you stupid bitch!" he roared. He grabbed my hair I felt a sharp tug on my head.
"I said get UP!" this time he pulled me up and got me to my feet. I knew that if I didn't get up now it was going to get worse. As I stood up my legs almost buckled from underneath me I grabbed the kitchen counter. My leg was broken. He pushed me into the wall and laughed as I stumbled and fell onto the floor once again.
"Make me food I'm hungry" he grunted "and clean up this mess" he walked into the lounge room. I heard the TV turn on.
I looked around at the kitchen. The table was overturned and there was blood everywhere. There was the glass cup on the floor he used to hit me over the head with. As I made my way to the sink I could feel every bruise, cut, broken bone in me. Most people would be screaming and crying from all this pain. I wasn't I wouldn't. Couldn't let him see me cry. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. These things showed him that he won that I was weak. I slowly picked up the table. My body screaming in protest. Tears ran down my face. A combination of blood and tears. Once I picked up the table I took a breath. Stupid thing to do. I collapsed to the ground in pain. Sobs racked through my body. I calmed myself, and got up. I continued to clean the kitchen. Once every surface was spotless I got started on his lunch.
This is what I had to go through every day. This torture. But it's for my own good right. He loves me. If he didn't he wouldn't be helping me right? Yeah he does. He doesn't want to do this. He has to. It's not his fault its mine. My name is Isabella Marie Swan. Bella for short. I am 19 and live with my parents. I have plain short brown hair. It used to be long but I soon found out that long hair wasn't a smart idea. So I cut it short. I have boring lifeless brown eyes. They use to be so full of life but now... well they aren't any more.
After I finished making him his lunch. He looked at me. I silently prayed that he liked it. He took another bite.
"Well it's good to see that you can do something right" he mumbled. He hates complimenting me. I nodded.
"Now get out of my site and fix yourself up. You look horrible. But it's an improvement to what you normally look like." He smirked. Looking me up and down. Smiling at his handy work. I slowly made my way up his stairs. Then as fate would have it I slipped. And I hit my head on the floor. I yelped. I hated these stairs it was like they mocked me. I got up. And continued to walk up the stairs. I finally got to his bedroom and stripped down to my underwear and stepped in front of the full length mirror. I looked over my body. My hair was coated in blood. I could see pieces of glass. It dripped down my face. I had a long cut across my face. The tears that fell from my eyes fell into my cut it stung. But it felt good. To feel this type pain it was a change from feeling nothing or the other pain I normally feel. My gaze followed down my body. I was purple, black, blue, green and yellow. I could see where my rib was straining against my skin.
"Well, I was right about the broken rib." I whispered softly to myself. I sighed. And continued to look over myself. I looked at my arms and legs. There were cuts and scratches all over them. The cuts on my wrist weren't from him but from me. Yes I cut myself. But it saves me from feeling nothing and it's the only thing I can control.
I walked to the bathroom and got out a pair of tweezers and a plastic container. I stood in front of the mirror and pulled out the pieces one by one. Each piece falling into the container with a plink. After 5 minutes of pulling them out I threw them into the bin and got into the shower the water turned pink. I let the water relax my muscles. I moaned in pleasure as the warm water ran over my body. I stayed in there till the water turned clear. He banged on the door.
"Get out of the shower you worthless waste of space." He yelled. I quickly got out before he broke the door. I turned off the water and got changed into some clean clothes that I kept there for times like these and my clothes were destroyed. I opened the door and he was waiting.
"Sorry, I didn't know I was in there that long." I whispered. I didn't look at him he hated it when I did that.
"So you should be you stupid, fat slut" he shot back. "Don't use all of my fucking hot water you don't need it, it's not like your important"
I know everything he was saying was true. I was fat and stupid and I wasn't important.
"Isabella!" I flinched I hated my full name. I looked down and avoided eye contact.
"Look at me when I talk to you" he yelled
SMACK!
His hand connected with my face again. I felt the cut on my cheek open again. Blood ran down my face. I breathed through my mouth I hated blood. He walked away yelling something about not getting blood on the carpet. I walked back into the bathroom and fixed my cheek. I found my almost finished foundation. In these three years I have been with James (A/N: I'm not using his last name because if any of my friends are reading this they will go to America and kill him) I have realised that the hardest things to cover up are cuts. No matter how much foundation you use you can still see them. That's why James tries not to hit my face arms and legs. But if he did I would just say I fell. I was known for my clumsiness. My parents wouldn't ask. And if they did I would just say that I fell and they would just accept it. It wasn't unknown in this god forsaken town that I was a klutz. So it was easy to pass off as any bruise that he made as something that happened when I fell.
I got on the scales while I was there. 50kgs. I was fat. You could see the small bulge of my stomach. I was sickened with what I saw. I am fat. I walked to the toilet, bent down and put my fingers down my throat. The bile rose up my throat and into the toilet.
BANG BANG BANG
"Get your ass out of there!" he bellowed
"You need to get fucking home you stupid life-wrecking whore!" I flushed the toilet and got up. When I opened the door he had my stuff roughly stuffed into my bag. He threw it at me and glared. The pain spread through my head down through the rest of my body.
"Now get out of my house" he growled. He followed me down the stairs and just as I got to the last step he push me down it. I fell, my head hitting the ground. I screamed as the pain from my rib and head was intensified, my vision blurred, and dots appeared. I openly welcomed the darkness. The last thing I heard was James swearing. Then the darkness took over me finally relieving me of the pain I constantly felt. Then peace.
Ok how was it. Good? Bad? Crap? I need feedback and criticism if I'm going to continue writing. So review and I will update as soon as I can. So about next week or so. Well I hope you liked my first story.
Lots of love eclipsebaby.
