Bella's past leaves her broken, and in need of someone, anybody! On her darkest day, her savior with the green eyes stops her from her deepest desire, but will he be enough to save her from what she fears the most? HUMAN twilight. All original pairings. M for mature. R and R my lovelys xxx
My first story in a while. :)
This is strictly human twilight and will not have much of Jacob in this story I believe (future could always change as Alice would say!) oh my god I'm lame. Well anyways my lovelys.. this has original pairings with the characters. My writing is basically mistake free (cough IB HONORS cough ENGLISH III STUDENT cough ahem*).
This is rated M for mature for suicidal themes, mild language, and possible lemons that could happen (not so graphic). I have been reading so much fanfic that I really haven't been able to post new stories but I'm in this one for the long run. Wish me luck and thanks to all that review 3
POV~Bella~
I was one step away from it all. The ocean breeze taunted me as it gave me gentle nudges forward; the smell of the seawater taunted my senses and invited me to join as it swayed to and fro. The crash of the waves brought back the sounds of the hits I endured by him everyday for the past five years of my life. My instinct was kicking in and my body disconnected from my mind. Everything I have ever dreamt of is becoming a blissful reality. I have always wanted, no scratch that, needed an escape, and what better opportunity than this? I have been waiting for this moment for so long, I still couldn't believe how close I was. Looking at my hand, I saw the burning piece of metal that eternally tied me to him. He made me wear it all this time and now it will no longer be a part of me. I tore the wretched thing off, tossing it into the ocean. I am free. My eyes shut at the next crash of waves, cutting off my life that I endured so long. Usually when I close my eyes, I see him overtaken with rage there at my bed when I have displeased him. He smacks me with who knows what, not satisfied until I have completely surrendered my soul and broken body to him. Strangely enough, all I saw was.. nothing. I knew what I had to do. I am free! The adrenaline coursed through my veins and I took my last step.
My high was snapped in half as a strong hand grabbed my arm. No! For once can I just escape the nightmare I have had to endure for so long? Was it too much to ask for poor old Bella, beaten, broken, and in shambles, to finally grasp her only desire to end her life and escape the abuse?
"Why would you try to jump?" said the smooth voice. The vibrations of his voice sent a shutter up my spine, but I was sure it was just the adrenaline creating my reactions and physical exhilaration. I couldn't begin to fathom the amount of emotional stress I was now experiencing as everything broke apart. My last chance: gone.
I whipped around growing with anger, festering pain boiled up in me that I have had to keep under control for too long. I could not emotionally or mentally contain any longer the pains I have bared that have made me the shell of a person I am today.
Bellowing at the top of my lungs, "Why did you stop me? Why must I always be stopped when I have already tasted the sweet freedom of death? Why can't I leave this nightmare? Couldn't you have let me be free at last?" I started to try to pull free and force myself off the cliff. This only made the stranger pull me in tighter; after all my struggling he kept me in a locked hug position, but this was certainly no hug. Imprisoned to my stranger and probably looking crazy with my constant thrashing and teary eyes, I finally laid the eyes upon.. him.
My heart, oh my poor old heart that has literally had to struggle every day enduring the pain I lived, skipped a beat. Or maybe it stopped all together. He had these entrancing green eyes, dark like a forest green but also light and innocent. The way the green captured the light from the sunset created reflections of gold, amber, and rose giving warmth and entrancement. His eyes were mostly alert though, but hey, I bet he has never had to act upon a suicidal person before in his life. His face was pure yet rough like the beaten-up rocks that waited my fall at the bottom of the ocean. I couldn't resist but touch his face, the way it was sculpted. My shaking hand connected with his angled jaw making my heart skip a beat again. I was sure to be dead soon if I wasn't already. His mess of bronzy-brown hair looked untamable and sexy. He looked at me as I looked at him. Nothing else mattered except I was in the arms of this beautiful godlike-being that has finally torn down my walls and let me feel something other than pain.
He stroked my cheek with his thumb after he realized I wasn't going anywhere, but ouch. I flinched as he touched the newest and freshest of my bruised and probably broken face. A look of sadness, then anger, sympathy, and love flashed across his face. Wait, did I say love? Yep I officially have gone crazy. My head started pounding furiously.
My beautiful stranger finally answered my outburst with a simple, "It will be okay." He gave me a sad crooked smile, one that took the breath out of me, literally.
At that moment, my legs gave out and all went black.
How was that opening? Short but captivating I hope! Please ohh pleassseee review, it would mean the world to mean. Edward POV coming next chapter which will probably be a lot longer since he won't be blacking out mysteriously too. Spoiler alert or just pointing out the obvious? Wondering what's going on in his mind? hmmm...