Drowning in my past

Overview: Bella Harmon, who is 15 years old, has been living with her mother and abusive step-father after her father, William Reid, abandoned her and her mother at age seven. Her step-father later died from a drunk driving accident, leading her mother to become depressed. Her unexpected death leads to her daughter moving in with the half-brother she never knew she had.

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When I turned the key in my front door on that dreary August afternoon, a feeling in the pit of my stomach told me my life was about to completely change.

I was right.

As I opened the door, I tossed my keys onto the granite counter and hung my leather jacket on the back of a kitchen chair.

"I'm home."

"Hello?"

Expecting to find my mother cleaning, I climbed the stairs and took a left to enter my mother's room. I slowly creaked open the door, trying to avoid scaring my mother. Instead of finding my mother folding the laundry or cleaning the bathroom sink like usual, I found her hanging.

Hanging from the golden chandelier in her bedroom.

My hands fly up to frame my pale face, which has tears streaming from my sapphire blue eyes. I collapse on the wooden floor, sobs emerging from my chest. "How could this happen?" I asked myself.

I glance up at my mother, her dark hair matted and her baby blue eyes vacant as a blank page. Her body hung from the ceiling, limp as a rag doll.

Crash.

As I try to stand up, my legs give out and I land on the floor, face first. I crawl against the dirty wooden floor, reaching up for the phone on my mother's night-stand. "Come on, come on, please have a signal, PLEASE."

"911. What's your emergency," I hear a woman say on the other end of the phone.

"Help please. My mother's dead…." I shudder at the thought of my mother being dead, hoping this is a nightmare. My body begins to vibrate violently, shaking as sobs wrack through my chest.

"Miss, are you still there? Can you give me your address and name? Are you hurt?" the woman asks.

"My name is Isabella…Bella Harmon…..Um,…my address is 1023 Shallow Water Lane, and I live in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania…." I whisper through the phone, starting to lose my voice from the shock of the situation.

"Okay ma'am, we'll be there soon, we need you to hold tight."

Thirty minutes later, I'm sitting outside my house on the edge of an ambulance, dreading the next few hours of my life. Fatherless, motherless, and orphaned. Wonderful.

The only thing providing me with comfort is the red, sanitized blanket which the paramedics gave me while they examined me for injuries. No tears emerge from my eyes; my mind is unable to process the situation I just witnessed.

"Ma'am, we're going to take you down to the police station for your statement, and then you will most likely be placed in a foster home until other arrangements can be made. Is that okay?" the woman asks me with pity.

"Yeah, I suppose," I respond, emotionless.

Three hours later, I'm sitting at the police precinct in Pittsburg with all of my belongings when a brown haired, green-eyed police-woman approaches me. She tells me a bunch of lies; that everything is going to be okay, and that my half-brother Spencer will be taking custody of me as soon as possible, which is tomorrow morning.Yeah. Right. No one has ever cared about me before, why should they care now? After our discussion, the police-woman leaves me alone in the police station, surrounded by strangers, waiting for my half- brother to come pick me up. Slowly, as the adrenaline in my blood wears down, I fall into a deep sleep on the couch I've been sitting on for the last few hours.

"Bella? Bella Harmon? Are you there?" calls the police-woman that I talked with earlier. I slowly lift my eyelids and look sleepily in her direction, having just woken up from my restless night of sleep.

I stand up from the couch, my blonde tangled hair and purple bags under my eyes telling everyone at the precinct the little amount of sleep I got last night.

"Yes?"

"Your half-brother is here to pick you up."

"Oh great, another person to abandon me," I mumble under my breath, realizing the crappy situation I'm in.

I walk up to my brother and the police-woman. I immediately notice the similarities between us; the v-shaped chin, bright smile, and thin build. He smiles at me, probably hoping to make a good impression. "Hey, I'm Spencer," he says.

"I'm Bella," I respond, trying to avoid the awkward greeting as much as possible. I'm just ready to get out of here.

After I had grabbed all of my belongings from the precinct and greeted my half-brother, Spencer drove us to his apartment. As I glanced out the window during the car ride, my mind started to wander.

"What's going to happen to me?" I think to myself. "I'm just a nobody."

Okay guys, I hope you liked the first chapter. I have no idea how long I'm going to make this story and don't know the exact storyline yet, so hang tight. (:

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