A/N: This literally came to me in the middle of grocery shopping today. I thought about if I had a kid if I was fourteen and wouldn't care if people saw me with my own child. Weird, I know. I just had to try and write it out.

They're all yours Stephenie Meyer.

Pain throws your heart to the ground

Love turns the whole things around

No it won't all go the way it should

But, I know the heart of life is good

The Heart of Life ~John Mayer

. Preface . Today .

~Bella Swan

If you waste your time regretting and worrying over things that have happened, could have happened, or should have happened, then you can basically say that your life is over. Because, damn it, you know what? There aren't enough breaths, hours, days, months, or years left in you every time you do that. You have to learn to accept these things as they come, and cherish those fine moments, good or bad. It's time to live in the moment, and stop regretting and worrying. Don't take life so seriously, because in the end, no one gets out alive. Just Relax. Just Smile.

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Monday. May. 2. 2005.

Today I found out I was pregnant.

1 month 3 weeks and 4 days ago, I woke up disorientated and covered with bruises in a hospital bed.

1 month and 2 weeks ago, I remember overhearing the doctor informing my parents about my rape.

1 month 1 week and 6 days ago, I found out I was raped.

1 month 4 weeks and –half a day ago, I went shopping in the mall with my friends.

1 month 4 weeks and –half a day ago, I went to the restroom in the mall. Alone.

1 month 4 weeks and –half a day ago, I was raped. In a stall. In ten minutes.

Scared, alone, and broken. In those ten minutes my life had ended and begun.

Three days ago, my rapist was arrested for 2 other rapes.

But I still feel scared and broken. Not alone anymore, I have my parents with me. They understand. They're the only security I know now. But as I'm lying alone in my bed tonight, my blanket and hands covering my flat stomach unsurely, my lower lip trembling; I let the tears fall silently. I make no noises, because I have to be strong. That's the only way I'll be able to do this. I have my parents. There is no need for me to feel alone.

Hi. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but you can just call me Bella. I live in the heat of Phoenix, Arizona but I'm moving with my parents to Forks, Washington. I'm unsure exactly where that is though. My father, Charlie, was asked to join the Forks Police Force and fill in the position as Chief. He wasn't going to accept before, because he was relatively satisfied with his job as Chief of Police here in my town in Phoenix. But then circumstances changed; things changed. Now we're moving.

I'm going to take you on the journey that many people don't get the pleasure of ever going on. The journey of my life. The life of ups and downs, crossroads, and bumps. Because of that day that was 1 month 4 weeks and –half a day ago, but I'm not going to bother worrying or regretting over what happened, could have happened, or should have happened. I'm going to live in the moment and just smile.

Tonight I fell asleep with a smile, my arms and hands still tightly and unsurely wrapped around my torso and flat stomach.

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Monday. May. 9. 2005.

. . . Hi. I'm Bella. And I'm fourteen. I'm scared and broken and I'm sitting in the airplane with my parents, on our way to our new life.

Last week I found out I was pregnant.

A/N: So. . . what do you think? If you're interested in this story then you can PM and I can tell where I MIGHT be going with this story. I still have The Axe Murderer's Girl to write simultaneously. And just so you know, don't cuss me out if it wasn't the day of the week doesn't correspond with the number of the date. . . Fiction, fiction, fiction remember.