Disclaimer: I had a dream that I owned Twilight. Don't I wish I hadn't woken up?

APOV

I love the rain. It always gave me a surreal feeling that I was not alone.

I turned away from the small window that was the only source of light in my closet of a room. I heaved a huge sigh and started to get dressed. My wardrobe consisted of two outfits and that was the main reason I didn't fit in at my school.

Waverly Central High School. The center of drama. My own personal hell hole. We were a very diverse school as in there were preps, Goths, skaters, jocks, oh, and did I mention preps? I was known as the school misfit and that's saying something here.

My northern accent didn't help either. My mom had been northern before she died. She was from a tiny town called Forks, Washington. Why she had gotten up and left so quickly nobody knows but I always thought it had something to do with her pregnancy and my father. Whoever he is. She had left her life behind and moved to Waverly, Tennessee.

She met a man named Christopher and he was sweet and kind until the wedding. I was three by that time. The first time he hit her was on their honeymoon. She wasn't the same mother after that and by the age of twelve she commit suicide.

I was left with Chris because we had no idea who my father was. He took my mothers death out on me and would bring friends over when he was drunk. They would grope me and call me names. One night when I was 15 they took it too far. I was never the same again. I don't talk anymore and the few friends I had stopped calling. Good riddance.

My body started to wear down after I stopped eating. Not completely. Just like a small snack every two days. I stopped being hungry. I didn't have the energy to cry anymore and so my life went on.

I covered my bruises with my frayed navy blue long sleeved shirt and pulled on a pair of baggy jeans. My tattered white and black converses covered my sock less feet and I grabbed my algebra book from under my bed. I ran my fingers through my hair sighing again at my lack of a decent brush.

The top of my book caught my attention and I smiled at the picture I had pasted on the tie-dye book cover. It was of my mom and me when I was nine. We were at my birthday party and she was bending me over her knee for my birthday whippings. We were laughing really hard but if you looked in the background there was Chris glaring at us. She had been beaten so badly that night. That was the price she gladly paid for our ever so often happiness. My name was written in large letters in my sloppy handwriting over the picture. Amy Kay Ellis.

I shook my head and head out the front door. I had a mile walk to school and by the time I got there I was late and soaked. Like usual. I entered my first period class and was given an awful stare by my Algebra I teacher Mrs. Curtis. She walked over to me and asked" Do you have a slip Amy?" I nodded my head and handed it to her. She read it and then handed it back," Take your seat."

The rest of the day went by as normal. Food thrown at lunch. My locker having been slathered with gum by someone that hacked the combination. You know, the usual.

I walked home after the day was done and found I was late fixing Chris's dinner. Damn it! He grabbed my head and smacked it against the wooden counter top. Once. Twice. Three times. My nose was bleeding badly and my vision started to cloud over. I was vaguely aware of him yelling at me but I just couldn't hold my head above the water any longer. The darkness welcomed me.

BPOV

"Are you sure about this, Bella? I mean, there are so many ways I could hurt you!" The lust in his eyes told me he would stop if I asked but they also said he wanted to continue. I answered him with a passionate kiss and he slowly lowered me to the ground. We were in our meadow and it was one of Fork's rare sunny days. The sun glinted off Edward's skin as he pulled his shirt off of his perfectly muscled torso. He leaned down to kiss me as his hands played with the hem of my shirt. Then...

BAM!

"WAKEY! WAKEY! TIME TO SHAKEY!"said an overly ecstatic voice.

Peppiness did not mix well with my barely conscious brain. Edward jumped a foot in the air and then doubled over clutching at his un-beating heart,"GOD, Alice! Find the one and only way to give a vampire a heart attack, why don't you!"

Noooo! Not Alice already! It couldn't be past eight. I glanced at the clock. It was five past six. I jumped out of bed with all the intentions of an enraged bull, when... My feet got tangled in the sheets and I started to fall to the floor. Almost. Thank God I have a husband faster than gravity.

"Help me." What the...?

A/N: Hey my Twilight obsessed peers! Please excuse any grammar, spelling, or information mistakes, this is my first fanfic. Please R&R and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. I would like to thank my wonderful sister, and unofficial beta, tennchick15, for helping me not push buttons that would delete half of the story...(I only did it once, geez sis!) Now if you don't mind, please push the pretty little purple button and REVIEW!! I command you! Thank you and come again.