First Love

Prologue

I have never experienced love and I have always been hated the moment I was born. My mother was a fun, loving woman but, when she died having me everyone hated me. They loved her but, when she died they blamed me so no one ever loved me.

There was my older brother but, then my father turned him against me. My brother didn't blame me for my mother's death even though he loved her even more than my father. Then my father told him that I hated my mother and that I hated him. My brother then hated me with all his heart.

Always at school people spread rumors about the girl who supposedly brought along the death of a beloved woman and therefore they hated me. They always called me ugly but, I didn't blame them one bit. My nose was way too big and I had no curves at all. My black hair is so boring and I'm so short no one notices me.

Everywhere I go I am mocked and that isn't even the worst of it. I only wanted one person's approval and I craved that most of all. Sadly it never ever came and I stay in my hole of misery never to emerge again.

My father was the one who hated me most of all. He loved my mother and she was his first true love and only love for that matter. My father wanted only one child which was my brother Drew but, sadly he had me instead. I never wanted to be born and I'm reminded of that all the time.

I was called the bastard child by my father whenever he wanted me to do things and I was so heartbroken that I would do anything he said. My father hated me from the start and when he lost his multiple jobs he would always come home late.

When he got back he was always drunk from the bar he loves so much. I can't blame him because the pain inside of him must be a lot to live with. Any way when he came home from drinking he would always come after me.

He could never think straight with all the beer but, he always knew to come after me. He would never dare hurt his precious Drew so he would come after me. He would always hit me in places you can't really see which I'm pretty surprised at because I thought he wasn't smart enough to do that but, I guess I was wrong.

The pain was always with me never going away but, it just got worse. My brother Drew was a straight A student and he was going to the Ivy League when he graduated from high school a year from now. My father was so proud of him.

Then it turned all wrong. He started mixing in with all the wrong crowds and he started doing terrible things. He came home late and sometimes he never came home at all. On the news the next day it would say a gang broke into a house and we would always see Drew with new things we never saw before.

My brother's grades became worse and worse and soon he was a straight F student and he was always skipping class to hang out with the gang he loves so much. My brother often threatened me not to tell anyone about the things he did and of course I kept quiet.

My life was slowly getting worse and worse and then out of nowhere my dad started to think I was doing the bad stuff around town not Drew. He thought I was making sure that my brother failed school and that I cheated on all my tests.

He said I stole from him and that I was a total disgrace around the family. He made sure I never went out in public because he just simply couldn't be seen with me. My brother didn't want to be near me because he thought I was too ugly.

Then I guess my dad got over my mother's death but, of course not his hatred towards me. My father came back drunk with a wedding ring on his shoulder and we were told that we had a new step mom complete with two perfect girls who were my age.

Except when I met them I knew they were the exact opposite of perfect little angels. They both were perfect looking and they seemed perfectly nice until when I met their identical eyes utter hatred bloomed in them as they glared at me.

They were miniskirts and practically threw themselves at the guys that passed us by. When they saw how ugly I was they sobered up and started leering at me. When they heard what happened to my mother the insults grew even more hateful.

They said I was so ugly that I should wear a paper bag and that I hated every living thing. They hated me with all their hearts and I would have done the same thing except I was so sad and filled with hurt that I couldn't even feel hatred anymore.

They noticed that there were only two rooms in the house and one of them could either stay in the small attic which could only fit a bed or one could sleep with me in my giant room. Of course they threw me out of my room to live in the attic.

When they saw all the disgraceful things I owned they immediately threw them away and the only thing I have to remember my mother by was a beautiful necklace that they stole from me and I couldn't even object.

My father soon lost all his jobs and he thought that we needed a fresh start where he thought no one would call me a disgrace and my step mother had a wonderful idea of moving to the town of Forks where her grandparents lived.

We all had to pack our bags and move to a little cottage in the middle of freaking nowhere surrounded by acres of wood and I was forced to sleep in the attic where water leaks right onto the bed.

My life is so miserable I don't think I can last any longer. I have such sadness within my heart and soul I don't think anything could heal it. I was told a little love could heal any wound big or small but, I don't think all the love in the world could heal me.

Tomorrow is the start at our new high school in the middle of the school year. My two step sisters have already been around town speaking to all the high schoolers and now they have spread terrible rumors about me.

I already knew I would never be accepted at school but, now this is even worse. I am afraid no one here in this little old town will ever like me nether less even possibly love me.

Sadly I was mistaken yet again when I met the beautiful Cullen family.