Omg! Could this possibly be? Is this a rewritten story from Niki? I think Emma just died! And no, you aren't dreaming! If you haven't read the original, I suggest you don't. Its kinda shitty in my opinion. But anywho... without further delay!!!! the poem in italics is my own! Be proud! And do NOT steal. Its in my creative writing file at school and I entered it in a contest... so there :P

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MY BETA, PAULINA (AKA CHRUELSERENITY) AND IT IS HER AWESOMENESS B-DAY TODAY! SO EVERYONE LEAVE HER A SPECIAL HAPPY B-DAY NOTE IN YOUR REVIEW AND I'LL MAKE SURE SHE SEES!!!!!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO!

Prologue: the cult

I gulped as I entered the hallways. Last one to leave my class, as always. I've found that ifI keep my head down, I wouldn't be bothered as much. I clutched my books to my chest and hurried down the hallway. People moved quickly from my path, not wanting to be touched by "the infected". Thats what they called me, the bitches of Phoenix High. Because of them, I had no friends. Because of them, I had no protection. Because of them, I was an easy target.

"Hey, infected! I'm talking to you!" she wasn't, but if she said she was, the rest of the world thought so. I turned to face Hillary, miss bitch since 2004. please just go away. "bow before your masters, infected." I turned my face away, eyes closed.

"Don't look at my, infected." Josh, miss bitch 04's boyfriend of the week. I felt his fist connect with my cheek and my head jerk the other way. I opened my eyes, if only to keep from crying. I unwillingly turned my eyes onto miss bitch 04 and, as much as I would hate myself later, I gave a soft bow before her.

"Much better." She turned around swiftly and looped arms with Josh. I grimaced in disgust. "Sam, follow along." Her boy toy smirked at me, shoved me to the ground. Someone kicked me while I was down.

Laughed at, ridiculed, put to shame.

Everyone laughed.

Do they even know her name?

I tried to drown out the laughter as I stood, preparing to head to my study hall. I felt a first collide with my other cheek and my eyes opened just in time to see it was Chris. The black haired, hazel eyed, poser emo. My only friend. The was an apologetic air around him, but I couldn't forgive him.

Punched, slapped, the bruises remain.

Even HE laughed.

Can she take the pain?

His cynical laughter was the only I could hear. How could he betray me so easily? To kick my while I'm already down? How could he tell them all my secrets? Everything those bastards did to me? I let my tears fall quickly. I didn't care. I wouldn't care about him. Its not like he ever really gave a shit about me.

"I HATE YOU!" I screamed, throwing my own fist back into his stomach. I didn't care he apologized in that instant. I didn't care he tried to stop me from running.

The noose is set.

And you can bet.

One day, he'll defiantly care.

But now she's gone.

He was wrong all fucking along.

And its his fault she's not there.

I wonder now how he'll fare.

I could feel the cool breeze on my bruised skin before I even realized I was outside. I didn't know what to feel anymore. Miss bitch 04 was more a friend to me then Chris will ever be again. I shivered violently in the warm sun. They were near me again. the so-called vampires. I could feel their eyes on me, but I couldn't tell from where. It almost seemed as if they were everywhere at once. what they did made me wanna puke. how could a human drink the blood of another? its was monstrous. I walked faster. anything to get away from them. just then I felt a finger brush the length on my arm. speak of the Devil and he will come.

"Now sweetie, don't ignore me, all I want is a little bit of it." I rushed forward, eager to get away from my stalker. I'd do anything to get away from them. the vampire cult. all they did was torture me. Plus, I like my blood in my body, thanks. "Aw, come on. it doesn't hurt that much." he backed me against the wall of the ballet studio. it was only a few blocks from my house. if I could just get there... then I felt his 'fangs' sink into the flesh of my wrist. I jerked my hand away, wincing in pain as his teeth slit my wrist. I slapped him and ran, clutching my bleeding wrist to my chest. the smell was nauseating me. but the worst part was, he followed. I growled, its was only the middle of September and already I had been hurt more times this year then last.

when I rounded the corner of my street, I ran into the body of someone, probably another one of them. I fell to the ground and stared into the cold, evil eyes of Alex, the leader of their cult. he picked me up and held me still as the other one, Max, advanced. the smell of blood from my wrist was taking its toll. I felt faint. the last thing I remember was the cruel smirk on Max's face as I passed out and the excruciating pain of a knife to my wrists.

"Bella? Bella?" my mother's voice was panicked. over what, I couldn't remember nor guess. my head was pounding and I felt sick to my stomach. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me gently back down. "Oh my god Bella. what were you thinking?" she shouted, which she rarely did. it scared me, but I didn't let my voice show it.

"What are you talking about?" I mumbled and tried to move again. pain shot through my wrists when I put pressure on them. I slowly lifted my arms. there were blood soaked bandages on my wrists. that would explain my nausea. it all came rushing back to me then. a memory long stored in my vault of pain. a memory from only yesterday that I never wanted to know again. Alex and Max.

"I found this," she held up a sharp knife, it belonged to their cult I was sure of it. the sign on the side gave it away. "next to you, in the back room. what were you thinking?" why did she think I did this? she knew me better. but then again, this wasn't the first time.

"Mom... I..." I shivered violently. "I didn't do it. it was Alex and Max.. they.."

"Stop blaming those nice kids already." couldn't she see from how they dressed that the weren't 'nice' kids? someone believe me!

"Mom, they aren't nice! they did this to me!" I sat up too quickly, causing my head to spin.

"Bella, I don't know what to do with you. this is the third time this month you've been found with you're wrists cut. I have no choice but to send you to Charlie." she sighed, like sending me to my 'other' parent was such a punishment. "Besides, the fresh air will do you some good. but if I get one report that you hurt yourself there, I swear, I'll send you to an asylum this time." I held back some tears. My own mother wouldn't believe me.

"Mom. can't you believe me, just this once? If you believe me I..." I was interrupted.

"Bella... I just can't believe you. maybe the first, or even second time. but you have to quit blaming your problems on others. now, I've already packed your suit case and such. there's not many winter clothes in there so I put some money in your bag as well. you can get clothes when you get there." she paused. "Bella, you really worried me. The people at the hospital.. they said you lost a ton of blood. after day 8, they almost gave up hope you would wake." my jaw dropped.

"8... days... I was out for 8 freaking days???" I whispered in horror. They almost killed me. "Mom, please, you have to believe me. Even if I did cut myself, I don't want to die." I flinched as she turned around. That didn't come out right. She slowly walked to the door.

"Bella...I love you, you know that?" she whispered.

"Yeah Mom, I know. So, when is my flight?"

"Tomorrow." I gaped.

"Tomorrow??? I don't even get a full day to say goodbye to you?" I frowned.

"I'm sorry Bella. You know I love you. Its just..." I glared her into silence.

"Leave." I turned my head away from her, towards my window. I heard the door close softly and collapsed back onto my bed, ignoring the pain in my wrists.

Three times I've been to the hospital in the last month. Three times I've lost more blood then responsible. Two of those times it was my own fault. Twelve other times I've been cut. Four other times I've cut.

I frowned. Even the statistics looked horrid. I turned the radio on my nightstand on and gently folded my hands on my stomach.

'Cause I don't believe in this world anymore, anymore
I don't believe in me
Goodbye cruel world
Goodbye cruel world
Goodbye cruel world at last you see me drown
Goodbye cruel world

A tear escaped my eye as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Hope that satisfies you for now. I have chapter 1 almost rewritten so smile and be happy. I plan on posting regularly on Saturdays so...

flame me if you like, my toes need a heater.

Love always

Klutzic Kitten (I will remain this name for a while)