Full Summary- Enter- Bella, an emo with issues. Enter- Edward, a Charmer with problems. Bella, her family being torn apart by the seams...and Edward, his Mother dying. They both go to two different things for comfort- knives and sex. Can they somehow realize who each other is...before both of their lives are destroyed...by themselves?

Disclaimer- I do not own any form of Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does.

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BELLA POV

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!! GET YOUR LITTLE PATOOTIE DOWN HERE!" My Mother shouted. I sighed and put down the black eyeliner. She couldn't shut up for a minute, could she?

"What?" My voice, very annoyed, floated into her ears as I walked down the stairs, my black backbag in hand. She turned from the counter- a huge grin on her face that was instantly dissolved when she took in my appearance.

All black.

She hated it.

"Bella," She started, her voice not at all soothing, "I wanted to tell you something. You know how...well...er...Since your Father died in that car crash-"

"What car crash?" I never really came to terms with his death. She sighed in defeat.

"Well, I know what car crash. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that since my divorced from Phil last year-"

"That little squirt who tried to make it with the big boys?" I interrupted. An annoyed look found it's way to her face.

"Whatever. Anyway, I've decided that we're moving from Phoenix to my hometown- Forks, Washington. You know, your Father dying when you were just 4...Poor poor Charlie...Anyway, I thought me marrying again would be good for you, but now I think moving would be for the best." Her face looked hopeful- hoping that I agreed.

I saluted her with a bored look on my face.

"Whatever." Not like I cared where I lived. As long as I could get my needs.

"Alright!" Brighted instantly that she knew I didn't totally despised the idea, from what she could tell, she immediately started to rattle off things about the move, before she came to a halt suddenly.

"Bella?" She asked hesitantly. I think my having a 'I want to kill myself' expression on my face made her stop.

"What?" I asked, irritated.

"Well, I said that when you got home from school you would probably need to start packing...we're leaving in a week." She finished. I raised an eyebrow.

"And?" I finally asked. She looked nervous. She always looked nervous around me.

"Uhm...I guess that's it?" She said, more of a question than an answer. I gave her a quick nod and walked past her to the door, slamming it loudly. My only problem with the moving thing was that I would have to tell Rosalie goodbye. Ugh. She was like, my only little friendy in this cliquey...cliche place called High School.

Well, I was a Junior, but whatever.

"Hey Bella, sit back here!" She patted a seat next to her on the bus in the back- people mostly shied away from our...uh...kind. Yeah, kind.

"Hm." I sat down with a 'humph!', then threw my bag on the floor unconsciously.

"You okay, Bells?" She asked as she traced black eyeliner, looking in a mini compact. I nodded, distracted.

"I'm moving." I blurted out suddenly. She didn't look surprised. I knew she wouldn't.

"You had it coming. You scare the shit out of your Mom. Thank god I don't have parents. Still, it's a bummer you're leaving. Promise to write?" I rolled my eyes. Even if I did, she would never remember to.

"Promise." But, being me, I promised anyway.

"Great." She grinned, putting her eyeliner away.

"Now," She continued, "You will tell me about all of the hot boys you scare away when you get there." I giggled. Huh. The other people on the bus looked at me like I was an idiot. Hadn't they seen an emo giggle before?

"I won't scare any away, Rose." I told her halfheartedly. She never believed anything I said, so I saw no point in lying to her. But I wasn't sure that wasn't a lie...Like I said, they shied away.

"Anyhoo, where are you moving?" She asked as she sat up gracefully- the bus had just stopped. I got up, too, but I can't say it was graceful.

"Forks, Washington." I answered, grabbing my bag and walking down the bus.

"Oooh!" Excitement laced her voice. "Dreary! I likey!" I just rolled my eyes. I knew she hated dreary places. I really had no idea why she was a goth...emo whatever. She was the complete opposite on the inside...however, on the outside, I couldn't be so sure. She was classified as a goth/emo, anyway. For her clothes. God, the world was so biased.

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"Do you have all of your things, Bella?" Mom asked. I nodded, not interested. We just got off the plane, and were about to catch a cab to my Mom's old place with...I shook my head, dispelling all thoughts of him.

I had never been to Forks. I had to reason to. All of my grandparents were either dead or just lived too far away to visit- no one in Forks I remotely knew.

I suddenly missed Rosalie.

Mom flagged a cab down seconds later- he planned to drive us all the way to Forks- we were in Port Angelos now. Ugh. Forks was so small they didn't even have an airplane terminal. Thingy. Whatever.

As soon as we got in the car, Renee started to sing- I had no idea what, it was so off key, so I just ignored her and grabbed my ipod out, then blasted Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana in my ears until we got to a little old house...Not bad, not little, not big. Kinda like our old house, except the other one was nice and yellow and warm...This one just felt dead, like no one had been in it in years, which was probably true.

I already liked it.

"Go on in honey, I'll grab our bags. Your bedroom is on the left upstairs...I got it fixed up in dark purple and black." She said disractedly, paying the old, grumpy cab driver.

I slung my one bag that held all of my most important possesions and trudged up to the house; it was drizzling, and by the wet ground, I could tell it had been raining earlier.

Walking in the house, it felt like any other house...that would have been in the 80's or 90's. I was sure Renee would fix that later with her toucher upper thing she always did.

Finally meeting the stairs, my black jean covered legs lead me to waltze up the stairs...as good as I could. I was never the most coordinated person.

Grabbing a doorhandle, I guessed this was my room; it had a little black paint splashed on the door. Opening it, I was fairly surprised and delighted to know that she had kept true to her promise- it was black, with dark violet splayed here and there, and my bed with violet sheets, then some mahogany dressers here and there and simple nessecities. Nice.

Throwing my bag on the old wood floor, I flew into the bed, at that moment totally ignoring the fact that come Monday- tomorrow- I would have to go through that stupid new girl routine again. I was tempted to find my pocketknife, but knew that I shouldn't- Renee could walk in at any moment.

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Think of this as a prolouge. There will be another in Edward's POV, then the real story will start. First, though, pretty please review and tell me if I should keep this story or not. I really need you guys' opinions.