Disclaimer: I don't own anything
A/N: It's going to be really serious in the beginning not really funny at all. Happier in later chapters. Sorry It's so short. Please review!
Summary: written in diary form. Bella is abused by René. Rose is her older sister that left to live with Charlie in Forks, WA. Vampires. Bella is a punk that cuts. Rated M
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you
someone to talk to
Hello
Evanescence-Hello
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
A/N: It's going to be really serious in the beginning not really funny at all. Happier in later chapters. Sorry It's so short. Please review!
Summary: written in diary form. Bella is abused by René. Rose is her older sister that left to live with Charlie in Forks, WA. Vampires. Bella is a punk that cuts. Rated M
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you
someone to talk to
Hello
Evanescence-Hello
A diary to remember from a time to forget
preface
The first time
Friday May 13 2005
I know I'm supposed to start out Dear, Diary but, I'm not like that. I like to think myself original, but I'm probably not. I stick out though. I have two friends I can say are my best friends, but I don't get close to anyone, ever. Here's my story why…
Flashback
I was making dinner for René and her new husband , when my finger slipped. I burnt it, causing myself to drop the pan. I froze, "what the f did you do?" screamed René, as she stormed in the kitchen. When she saw the mess, she swung at me and missed, I took this opportunity to run "no you don't…".
When I got to my room I locked the door and fell to the ground crying. How could
she try to hit me? Most of the time she didn't miss.
I thought of the pocket knife Rosy had given me in case it got too bad; for self-defence. It was really sharp and could cut skin like butter. I walked over to my bed and reached under my mattress for the stainless steel knife. I pressed the cold metal to my wrist.
Present
But that was six years ago--before Rosy died. René blames me for it, not like she didn't hit me before, but now sometimes she beats me. I would blame myself too, but I can't find something to blame myself for. I blame René, she's why Rose left. And that man, no not man, it's not even human, that thing. Royce King. Her boyfriend.
She had sent pictures of them to me. She'd looked so happy. Last time she had come to visit, all she could talk about was him, his family and such. I had been happy for her. Rosalie had always wanted a prefect wedding and to have children and grow old with someone, I though she deserved it; she thought she was vain for it. No one deserved to be murdered so brutally. The only reason I'm still (sort of) sane is because of my best friends Kelly and Hilary. Not that they know what happens at home, that is an unspoken rule.
Sincerely,
Isabella Marie Hale-Swan