I looked at myself in the mirror. Ugh. More bruises. This time is was my left eye and extending down so that it covered about a quarter of my face. With a sigh, I pulled out my make-up bag and started applying the concealer. It was a life-saver sometimes. And I mean that literally. If I couldn't cover up the bruises, people would find out and I would be dead; my father would kill me to be more exact.
My mom died when I was 9, and my dad never really got over it. He blamed me and started beating me telling me it was my entire fault that my mother had died. He started drinking too, and that just made his beatings so much worse. We had lived in Phoenix up until the summer after my eighth grade year when we moved to Forks, Washington. I had gone to high school since freshman year, and I have never fit in; never. I was always the quiet, shy girl who got good grades but wasn't sporty and didn't have any friends. I was kind of and object of interest at the beginning, simply because I was new and the population was so small. Though the awareness of me quickly faded when people realized how withdrawn I was.
But just because they no longer noticed me, it didn't mean I didn't notice them. I was incredibly introverted, but I was aware of people around me; one person in particular.
Edward Cullen.
Ever since I had first laid eyes on him I had the biggest crush on him. I never approached him; I didn't dare do that. I was to shy for that, and I was so afraid that he didn't like me that I couldn't chance it. I already had Charlie to deal with and that was hard enough. I didn't need someone to add to that pain. Besides, I don't think he even knew I existed. Edward was the picture of perfection, and I was just…me.
He was the star of the football team; I was a klutz. He had a 4.0, I worked to maintain my B average. And of course, to top it all off, he was so hansom I could swear he was descendant from Greek gods. I was just the brown haired, brow-eyed, pale faced girl that blended in with the walls. He was popular, I was not, and our words didn't touch. Not to mention the difference between our families. My mom had died when I was young, my father was abusive (though I didn't tell anyone that) and I was an only child.
Edward had both of his parents; his father was the incredibly good looking doctor that worked at the local hospital, and his mother was an interior designer. He had two siblings; his sister Alice, who was in the same grade and Edward and I, and his adopted brother Emmett, who was a year older than us. So clearly, we weren't meant to be. But that didn't stop me from dreaming; hopeless fantasies that could never exist outside my imagination. I was now a junior and nothing had changed, but I was completely unaware of the events looming so close on the horizon; event that would eventually change my painful, dreary life forever.
My first story! Review Please! :-D This is just kind of a set up to the story from Bella's POV. I hope you like it and I promise I'll bring in the rest of the characters later. (i.e. the Hale twins :-D) And don't worry, the "incident" I mentioned in the summary is to come, I promise :-D Review, Review, Review! Thanx!