Hello everyone this my new story please give it a chance. And please review and let me know what do you think of it. English is not my first language so please be easy on me.

A\N: I don't own Twilight.

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Summary: A car accident leaves young Edward Masen broken and all alone. Could young Bella look behind the scars. And what would happen when years after their first meeting Edward becomes a Cullen? Would that change what Bella had once thought of him? EXB related M.

Angel of My Heart

Chapter one: My Losses

EPOV

31thAugust 2002

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining in the blue sky, the sound of the birds was like a lullaby mixing with the slightly breeze. I could hear the sound of kids playing around the neighbourhood. It was the last day of the summer, so everyone was trying to have the best of their times. I sat on the swing alone feeling out of place, as if I was destroying the beauty of the day. I know no one could see me from where I sat in the backyard but that didn't help me feel any better; the fact that I was the ugly thing surrounded with all of this beauty made me sick. I wanted so badly to call my grandmother and ask her to take me inside but I was the one who had begged her to bring me here in the first place and I didn't want to bother her more than I already did.

I looked up at the sky and sighed. I missed feeling normal, I missed playing with other kids and I missed my parents. I was holding back my tears as the memory run through my mind.

I was jumping in the back seat of the car, happy and excited about my birthday surprise. Momma and Daddy didn't tell me what it was but I knew it was big, after all I had just turned 10 years old so my surprise must be good.

"Calm down, sweetheart." My mom chuckled from the front seat, "We will be there soon."

"I'm just so excited," I said jumping in my seat, "please Momma tell me where we are going, please..." I pleaded with my mom pouting my lips.

My mother giggled at me and shook her head with a beautiful smile on her face. I sighed and turned to my dad, "Please daddy, please..." I whined with puppy's eyes, knowing that they always give in when I do that.

My dad chuckled and sighed, "Well son, we are going to..."

He didn't had a chance to finish his sentence as a loud crushing sound came from his side of the car. My body was pushed violently in the seat and I felt sharp pain in my back as a sound of broken glass echoed around me. My head hit the inside of the car's door pretty hard and I started to feel dizzy. Before I could understand what was happing my body was hanging from the seat; the only thing keeping me from falling forward towards my parents was my seatbelt. My arms and legs were separated in front of me touching the back of my mom's seat, I couldn't feel my legs but my arms where hurting so bad along with my head and back.

"Mom? Dad?" it came out as a choking sob, "Daddy, please?" but there was no answer. I tried to move so I could get closer to them thinking maybe they didn't hear me over the loud sounds around us, but I couldn't move. Every time I tried to move my arms horrible pain would shoot through my body, but that didn't stop me. I was barely able to reach for my seatbelt, trying to remove it but it didn't work, my arms were so weak and the way all my body's weight was pushing on it made it impossible for me to remove it.

"Momma… please… please… answer me!" I pleaded and was reworded with no answer, my heart was beating so fast and tears fall from my eyes. I couldn't stop the sob that broke through my chest, making everything hurt more. "Daddy…"

The car jostled forward again, and my arm hit the car's door so hard causing me to scream in pain. I couldn't see clearly, my eyes were full of tears and there was a smoke in the car making it harder for me to breath. But the way the car had moved had moved my parents as well. I could see them through the smoke, I blinked rapidly trying to lose the tears in my eyes so I could see them better.

The second my eyes were able to focus enough for me to see them terror shoot through my body and a loud sob robbed its way up my throat. Both of their bodies were bent toward the middle-seat, their faces and clothes were covered with blood. My dad's neck had a big piece of glass stuck in it and blood was rushing through the wound so fast. My mom's chest was crushed with the front of the car, which was bent as if something really hard had hit it from the outside. My body was shaking as I cried so hard, because in that moment I knew they were dead.

My parents were dead.

They had left me alone. I would no longer hear my mom's soft laughter. I would no longer hear her sing me to sleep while holding me in her loving embrace. I would no longer hear my dad's voice telling us that he's home. I would no longer feel his strong arms surrounding me, protecting me, lifting me in the air knowing that he would never let me fall, that he would always be there to catch me. I would no longer see them dancing together with the love shining in their eyes that it would light up the whole room. I would no longer have any of that.

I've been left all alone.

Sobs continued to escape from my throat, and the pain started to became unbearable. The smoke in the car was getting thicker with each passing moment, I was gasping for air and my sobs didn't make it any better. Soon I lost my battle to breath. I closed my eyes and let the dark dominate my mind. The last thing I remembered was the agonizing heat surrounding my body.

I whipped the tears from my cheeks and sighed. It had been more than a year since that day, the day I lost everything. This year was the hardest in my life, not only did I lose my parents but also I had to deal with what that accident did to me. The horrible pain that fallowed me for six months after it was unbearable and it never went away completely, it still attacked me from time to time making me wish death so I could escape it. But the pain and losing my mom and dad weren't the only things, for almost 15 months now I was a freak, a monster, an ugly disgusting thing that caused girls to scream, to throw up and even to pass out.

After I lost consciousness that day in the car a fire had started, it was almost impossible for the firemen to take me out of the car and they were almost too late. Almost was the key word, because they did it, they took me out but not before the fire destroyed every inch of my skin. The doctors had to work really hard to keep me alive, but I survived. And I wished I never did. I had second-degree burns all over my body and in some places it was third degree. Every inch of my body was covered with scars, my face was no better. You couldn't see who I was behind the damaged skin. The scream of horror that the nurse had released after removing the cover from my face had been hunting me every night, it was the first one but it wasn't the last.

The option of a plastic surgery was off limits. The accident had not only defaced me but it had also paralyzed me. The glass from the back of the car had cut in my spine and stuck there causing me to lose the ability of moving the lower half of my body. I couldn't move my legs but I could feel the pain in them, it was only an echo of the real pain that I would be feeling if the glass were removed, which was impossible to do because of the danger such an attempt would have on my life. That was the reason that no plastic-surgeon was ready to operate on me, I was a dead case with less than 20% surviving chance in any surgery performed on me, therefore no one was ready to take such a risk.

I had to spend more than nine months in the hospital, healing from not only the burns but from a broken arm, two broken legs and six broken ribs, along with a lot of cuts all over my burned skin. I was a miracle. Or at least that what the doctors said but I had never believed them and I know I never will. Fortunately, for me - that was what everyone said - I had no internal bleeding or else I wouldn't have had any chance of surviving.

After being released from the hospital, I was sent to a nursing home for six months until they were sure I could survive without the medical watch all the time. My grandmother Maiden (my dad's step mom) had been with me through all of that, she was the last living relative to me and was the one that would take care of me until I became 18 years old. She had told me over and over again that she would take care of me always but she was old and I know that I was a hard burden on her. Two weeks ago, I had moved to live with her in Phoenix. It was so different from Chicago - where I used to live with my parents - but I knew I couldn't complain.

Today was the first day I was out of the house since I moved here. I was going insane surrounded by four walls all the time so I asked my grandma to bring me out here, she hesitated at first not wanting to leave me out since she had to go to the store, but I reminded her politely that I was going to school tomorrow and she had to leave me alone there anyway. She sighed and nodded before helping me by pushing my wheelchair down the kitchen's door's step to the backyard and lifting me to sit on the swing, making sure I was comfortable before leaving to the store.

And here I was whishing that I never asked her to bring me out, it only made everything worse because I could see the beauty but I couldn't enjoy it, because I could feel the air but couldn't breathe it. I felt trapped and crushed, as if the weight of the world was on my shoulders. I felt like choking and dying every minute of the day. I knew that I had to swallow the pain and face what life had put me through but it was hard, so hard. I couldn't do it alone and I had no one left to help me, my grandma was there for me but it was just physically. She wasn't the type of person who's able to help someone emotionally, she wasn't heartless, not at all but she didn't know how to show love, how to be there for someone and listen to them. She would do anything she could physically but that was it, she couldn't give more. The other side of things, the side she wasn't able to help with was the one I needed the most. That was the reason I felt so lonely and depressed even when she was around.

The loud sound of the neighbourhood's kids woke me up from my thoughts. I could hear some of them giggling and some shouting at each other while playing. They sounded like they were having a really good time. I wished, not for the first time, that I would be able to join them but I knew better than to try. I had learned the hard way that I was not welcome in their world anymore. Apparently I had lost my right to be a kid that day in the car, I was no longer a kid in the other people's eyes. Instead, I became an ugly freak that scared little girls and made them cry, grossed boys and made them disgusted.

Since the day of the accident every girl I met would freak out, some had run away with horror looks in their faces, some with disgust ones. Some of the girls had to throw up before being able to run. A couple had literally passed out. A few were able to control themselves but not before I saw the fear and repulsion on their faces. The men weren't any better they always had a grossed out look on their faces and they rarely tried to hide it. The boys were the worst because when they weren't scared they became violent with me with their words or their hands it was all the same as they always made sure I was hurt. It was as if I had became a creature other than human and their only goal was to cause me more pain.

I had learned all of that in the nursing house and the park back in Chicago that my grandma had insisted on going to, which turned to be a disaster.

I was snapped from my thoughts again but this time by the sound of the next house's backyard's door slamming shut. I looked up afraid of who had came out of that house and what they would do if they saw me here, which was a big chance to happen. I wished it was a grown up and not some kid who would freak out on me or a teenager who would make sure to hurt me.

But my wish was denied as a little girl – who looked seven or eight years old - clamped down the few steps to the back yard, she was carrying a garbage in her hands, the bag was bigger than her and I had no idea how she was able to carry it. I could see that she had a brown hair and white skin but that was the only thing I was able to tell about her. I was praying that she wouldn't notice me here because a girl of her age was sure to scream bloody murder or pass out or even worse if she saw me, and that would bring an unwanted attention to me from her parents and the kids on the street. I was terrified of what could happen especially when my grandma wasn't home yet.

As I was watching her closely hoping and praying for this day to go in peace, the girl had thrown the bag away and was heading toward the house again, she was looking down and didn't see me yet. But if at any moment she looked up she would be able to notice me. I crossed my fingers wishing her to keep her eyes down but I knew better expecting that to happen.

Suddenly the girl lost her balance and fell down. I didn't know what had tripped her but I know that she had fallen hard and probably hurt herself.

"Are you ok?" Before I could even think about what I was doing the words flew out of my mouth. I tried to stand up and go to help her but was reminded by the pain that had shoot through my body that I was no longer able to do such a gentlemanly thing that my father had thought me.

She looked up startled as if she didn't expect anyone to be there. I held my breath, ready for the scream of horror but nothing came, instead her face turned to a soft pink color as her chocolate brown eyes focused on me. She looked me in the eyes for a second before looking down shyly.

"Umm, yeah I'm fine," she murmured blushing more, leaving me shocked completely because the girl wasn't afraid or disgusted, no she was just embarrassed. She didn't hide anything, I would be able to see it if she was afraid and tried to hide it but she didn't. "I fall down a lot, I'm used to it." She said with sweet voice tilting her head to the side a little, her cheeks were tomato red, her warm chocolate-brown eyes shining and she had the most beautiful, gentle, sweet smile I had ever seen on her lips.

I was completely stunned, looking at the girl with huge eyes and my mouth hanging wide open. I'm sure I looked scarier than ever, but I couldn't stop my reaction. She was so beautiful like an angel and she was not scared of me!

I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and then it hit me; the girl must not had seen me clearly from that far and that was why she wasn't screaming in terror yet. Either that or she was blind, I knew there was no another option.

I looked up at her again, she was looking down pressing her lips together like she had something to say and wasn't sure if she should say it or not. I watched her, hoping that she would decide to leave me alone even if I wanted with every fibre of my being to talk to her, to get to know her. She seemed like a really nice girl. But I knew that a beautiful creature like her would never even come close to an ugly thing like me. I felt a sharp pain that followed that thought but tried to swallow it down, it was no good to feel pity about myself.

"Can I …" she murmured, snapping me from my thoughts. I waited for her to continue what she was about to ask, instead she shook her head and looked down again. However, she didn't make any move toward me or her house.

"What did you want to ask?" I pushed her politely after a minute of silence.

She looked up starred again and smiled softly. There was something about her smile that made me feel warm. "I was just wondering if I could join you on the swing?" she asked in a low voice taking me completely by surprise and leaving me speechless wondering if I had misheard her or something. She must have taken my answer as 'no' because she started to apologize immediately. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude… it just that I had always wanted to try it… I mean the swing… and my mom isn't home… I was bored… and I thought that maybe… I'm really sorry… I will just go I didn't…"

"Sure." I answered her, stopping her babbling. I was fighting my laughter, she looked so cute perplexed like that.

She looked taken aback for a second before her whole face lit up with a smile, "Really?" she asked as if she couldn't believe that I said yes.

"Yes." I answered with a smile. Part of my brain was screaming at me calling me an idiot for agreeing to this, because she would surely be terrified when she came closer to me and saw how ugly and disgusting I looked. But I couldn't bring myself to tell her no, especially after that cute babbling of hers.

"Thank you" she murmured, as she started making her way toward me. I held my breath. Ready in any second for a scream of horror and for her to freeze in shock or throw up in disgust.

With every step she took I become more tense and more bewildered. She was making her way to me slowly watching her feet from time to time. But her eyes still came back to my face often and each time I prepared myself for the scream but nothing came. She was close enough now that there was no chance that she didn't see me, really see me. Still the warm smile on her face never disappeared. The soft pink on her cheeks never faded away. It was as if she was making her way to sit next to a normal boy, like there was nothing wrong with me. I'm sure my face was really creepy with the stunned look on it but I couldn't control myself. My eyes were locked on her face studying her expression but I couldn't understand her or guess what she was thinking and that was an odd thing to me, I was always been able to read people easily, to predict their actions or words. But this girl was a mystery to me.

She stopped when she was a few feet from me, for a second I thought that the screaming and running had come but I was mistaken. Her face had the same calm, sweet and warm expression, but her cheeks had become darker shade of pink. She wasn't scared.

She was embarrassed!

I looked up at her and studied her. She had a long wavy brown hair with some red in it, her skin was creamy; lighter than any other I had seen in my life. Her body was so small. If I could stand, I'm sure that the top of her head won't reach my shoulder. She looked so innocent and fragile that I had this weird willingness to protect her.

With a soft sigh, she sat next to me, her eyes still looking down shyly. I could see her cheeks become redder. I was frozen not knowing what to do, my eyes stayed on her as if she would disappear if I even blinked.

She looked up suddenly and smiled warmly at me. Her chocolate brown eyes gazed in mine as her hand rose from her lap and she held it out for me. "Hi, I'm Isabella Swan. But you can call me Bella."