BPOV
Sometimes fiction makes more sense than non-fiction. Non-fiction is told how it happened and how it happened isn't always pretty, it just is. Fiction is as simple or as complex as the writer chooses to make it, in fiction the story is easy; girl meets boy, girl pursues boy, girl gets boy and they live happily ever after. In non-fiction it doesn't always happen that way. Usually girl meets boy, girl does or does not get boy then a bunch of fucked up and complicated shit happens and the boy turns out to be an asshole and the girl is left alone in rehab. That's what happened to me anyway.
I used to be a quiet, sweet girl who cared more about the characters in my books and the sounds my guitar made than I did about fitting in, fashion or hanging out with friends. I wasn't a loner per-say, I mean I had friends I just didn't see them outside of school. I was a good student with good grades and I've wanted to attend Julliard since I was nine years old and my dad bought me my first guitar. That was before the divorce, before my mother's fourth marriage, before things got fucked up forever... before I met James Patterson and my whole world turned upside down.
***Flashback***
I walked into the coffee shop with my guitar in hand and let the owner know I was there, it was the last week of summer vacation before I started my freshman year of high school and I was the youngest kid to perform outside of an open mic night. I had been coming here almost everyday after school for the last few months and spent my entire summer vacation hiding out in the corner of the room with a coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I knew smoking was bad but I liked how it made my voice sound and it calmed my nerves. I would take a bus from my junior high all the way here so I could sit in the crown with my guitar and wish I had the courage to perform in front of even just the thirty or forty people that were here. It stayed like that up until two weeks ago when the manager put my name on the list for an open mic night. Sam had heard me playing outside and thought I just needed a push and he was right that was all I really needed just someone who believed in me enough to dare me to do it. I played a cover of 'Lover I don;t have to Love' by Bright Eyes and stunned the audience to silence. Now I had an actual twenty minute line up of five of my own songs to play on First Friday. I took a deep breath when my name was called and put out my cigarette. I took my time making sure my guitar was tuned and that my mics were where I wanted them before looking up and addressing the crowd,
"My name is Isabella Swan, I'm fourteen-years-old and I will be playing some of my own songs. This first one is a personal favorite of mine, it's called Arc of Time."
You can make a plan
Carve it into stone
Like a feather falling
It is still unknown
Until the clock speaks up
Says it's time to go
You could choose the high
Or the lower road
You might clench your fist
You might fork your tongue
As you curse or praise
All the things you've done
And the faders move
And the music dies
As we pass over
On the arc of time
So you nurse your love
Like a wounded dove
In the covered cage of night
Every star is crossed
By frenetic thoughts
That separate and then collide
And they twist like sheets
Till you fall asleep
And they finally unwind
It's a black balloon
It's a dream you'll soon deny
I hear if you make friends
With Jesus Christ
You will get right up
From that chalk outline
And then you'll get dolled up
And you'll dress in white
All to take your place
In his chorus line
And then in you'll come
With those marching drums
In a saintly compromise
No more whiskey slurs
No more blonde haired girls
For your whole eternal life
And you'll do the dance
That was choreographed
At the very dawn of time
Singing, I told you son
The day would come
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die, die
You would die, die, die
To the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expands
Till we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understand
On a circuit board
We will soon be born
Again, again, again, again
And again, again, again, again
And again, again, again, again
And again, again, again
***End Flashback***
I shook my head to clear old memories and stepped into my baby, her name is Daisy and she's a 1967 Shelby Mustang GT 500. Daisy is canary yellow with a black stripe down her middle and black leather interior, I put her back together from the ground up when I was fifteen. Without a backward glance I pulled out of my driveway and was leaving Phoenix, AZ behind for Forks, WA. All my personal belongings had been packed into a moving truck yesterday and are supposed to be set up at my dad's house by the time I get there. All I brought with me in my car was Cherry (my Gibson Acoustic Kem Mo Bluesmaker), my iPOD, cigarettes, enough cocaine to last me six months and three fifths of Jack Daniels. I plugged Charlies address into my GPS, blasted some Tsunami Bomb and did a bump.
I drove straight through Saturday only stopping for gas, bathrooms and soda by ten o'clock Sunday night I was pulling into Charlie's driveway. I looked up at his rickety two story house and realized THIS was going to be my life. I was the daughter of the Chief of Police in a town where everyone knew everything about everyone and I'm sure they all heard of how much of a disappointment dear sweet Isabella has become and warned their children to stay far far away. I'm pretty sure there were more people at my high school than in this whole town, probably not but it would be pretty close.
The cruiser wasn't in the driveway so thankfully Charlie was not home yet. I got into the house using the spare key under the door mat, ran up the stairs, locked my door behind me and took out Cherry.
***Flashback***
After I played my set the audience cheered and I blushed, I wasn't used to the attention I was getting. I hurried back to my seat in the corner and hid behind my laptop. After several minutes a boy a few years older than me took the empty seat at my table and watched the next performer. I took my time studying his face while he watched the show. He was probably sixteen or seventeen, long dirty blond hair pulled back into a pony tail, striking blue eyes and his face looked far to worn for his years, but he was handsome none the less. As I finished checking him out he turned and caught me staring, I blushed and immediately looked away.
"Hey angel, I haven't heard you play before. You're exquisite."
"oh...um...thanks." Was all I managed to get out, he chuckled to himself before replying. "I'm James Patterson. Would you be interested in showing me around the area? I've never been to First Friday before."
I spent the rest of the night showing James around and he drove me home when everything started to shut down. When I woke up the next morning James was outside my house, we spent the whole week before school together. I found out he was going to be a senior while I was only going to be a freshman. James swore it didn't bother him and he told me he loved me and I couldn't say it back, that's how it all started.
Being a fourteen year old girl I was so excited to have a boyfriend he who really cared and wanted me around. He introduced me to all his friends and wanted to include me in evreything. About three months into school James asked me to stay at his house so I could go to a party with him. I told my mom I was staying at Emily's house and she let me go. That was the first night I did cocaine. It was two months after my fifteenth birthday and I hated it. James told me if I didn't do it with him I didn't really love him so I kept doing it. It only took a couple days before I was hooked and begging for more. I drank did coke, ecstasy, weed, mushrooms, acid and I tried some pharmaceuticals but I preferred coke and weed.
I managed to keep my grades up in school and never missed classes, no matter how much James begged. I finished my freshman year with a 3.9 GPA and was spending three hundred dollars a week on cocaine. The first week of summer is when things really spiraled, James wanted me to do heroin. I couldn't bring myself to do it, I had heard the horror stories and I didn't want to be that girl. He told me I was a worthless drug addict and that if I wouldn't do heroin I should at least put out. I tried to run, that just made him angry. He caught me before I made it out of the house and the next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital bed.
The bright lights were blinding and everything hurt. My mom and dad were there, Renee wouldn't stop crying and Charlie looked pissed. Once I explained the story, well minus my addiction to coke James was arrested. I had overdosed on heroin. James, the boy I thought loved me even if I didn't love him knocked me out and shot me up. After he shot me up he slept with me and when my muscles started spazzing he freaked out and left. By the time Emily found me my breathing was shallow, my pupils were the size of a needle and my skin, lips and fingernails had taken on a bluish hue. Emily dropped me outside the emergency room at John C. Lincoln in a ripped up t shirt and my underwear hoping someone would find me.
***End flashback***
I finally crashed around two or three in the morning but was rudely awoken by my alarm clock at six-thirty. I fucking hate school, I was starting two months into the first semester of my sophomore year. I grabbed my toiletries bag and walked down the hallway to the bathroom I would be sharing with Charlie for the next two years. After I showered, shaved, and blow dried my hair I went back into my room to get ready. A flat iron, some eyeliner, mascara, true red lipstick and forty-five minutes later I was prepped and ready to go. I walked over to my floor to ceiling mirror for one last check. I decided on skin tight jeans, 4 ½ inch black chunky heels, a white v-neck guys under shirt, my black under bust corset, and a black mid calf trench coat with red stitching. I had my eighteen inch platinum blond mohawk parted to the right with pink, blue and purple streaks in it and my bat hair clip. I was as ready as I'll ever be. When I got downstairs I grabbed my black parasol and walked out to my car. Once inside Daisy I started playing Siouxsie and the Banshees album A Kiss in the Dreamhouse, did a bump and lit a cigarette then headed to hell.
EPOV
It was almost three o'clock in the morning and I couldn't sleep, again. I had school in five hours and needed to get some rest. After staring at mt ceiling for another hour I got up and went downstairs to my piano and started to play, before I knew it the sun was coming up and I needed to start getting ready. After a quick shower I stopped by Carlisle's office for my weekly drug test, this was bullshit. Every week he would tell me the night before that I would have to take a drug test and he picked which day of the week it had to be. He would wake me up at six o'clock, I would go into my bathroom, piss, take Quick Fizz, shower then go downstairs, eat breakfast, drink a glass or two of water then go piss in the fucking cup. He never caught on, as far as anyone other than my dealer knew I had been sober for three months. After I took the test and he confirmed I was still clean I went upstairs snorted a line of cocaine and left for school. I was leaning up against my neon green Kawasaki Ninja 650r talking to my friend Jasper and his girlfriend Alice when I heard Siouxsie and the Banshees blasting out of the speakers of a Shelby GT 500, she was beautiful. This was not a car I've seen around Forks before so it had to be the new student, Isabella, she was the Chief of Police's daughter. The only thing we knew about her was that she had been expelled from Saint Xavier college preparatory, some all girl's catholic school in Phoenix. I figured she'd be an uptight bitch not someone who could handle a fucking '67 Shelby, manual from the sound of it. The driver parked by the office and the most beautiful creature to grace this earth stepped out. She was gorgeous, blond hair with some streaks in it, fucking sex, heels on legs that went for miles in the tightest jeans I had ever seen, they looked painted on. She stomped out her cigarette and walked into the office
As soon as the office door shut Lauren and Jessica started laughing like hyaenas.
"Oh My GOD, did you see her fucking hair?" Jessica managed to speak, while trying to collect herself.
Lauren had a better grip on her self control and was fully composed before she spoke,
"Her hair? Did you see her outfit, fucking skank." was Lauren's hypocritical remark. Lauren and Jessica were in super low cut tops that clung to their bodies, which was not flattering, and the shortest denim skirts I had ever seen in fucking October! It's like forty-five degrees outside for Christ sake. I luckily did not have to reply because the bell rang and we all headed off for class. I might be the coke addicted 'bad boy' of Forks High School but I was a good student, not straight A's just good, because I didn't want to be the coke addicted forty-year-old of Forks, WA. I didn't pay attention in any of my morning classes I just couldn't get my mind off of the girl who drove the Shelby. By the time lunch rolled around I was not only loosing my mind but I was starting to crash, I ran straight to the guys bathroom and into a stall. After I got my fix I made sure my nose wasn't bleeding and went to find Alice.
I sat down at our usual table but I couldn't focus on anything, the coke wasn't helping. After my eyes scanned the lunch room for the fifth time Alice kicked me.
"what the fuck was that for?" I managed to groan out while rubbing my shin.
"That, was so you'd calm the fuck down you look like a crazy person."
"Yeah man, what the hell has your panties in a twist?" Jasper decided to back Alice so I knew I couldn't blow it off.
"Nothing. Just really need a cigarette."
After a few minutes of silence Alice asked the question I was waiting for.
"Has anyone seen the new girl?" She looked from me to Jasper before Lauren and Jessica came and sat down.
"Oh my GOD, she's in my P.E. Class first period but she didn't have to dress out because it's her first day. She just sat in the corner the whole time listening to music and writing in some notebook that's falling apart" Jessica stated.
"yeah, she was in my English class third period and caused a scene when they told her she was indeed in the correct class and that we did not offer AP." Lauren's story was cut short by Jessica, "what's AP?"
I couldn't take anymore and walked outside to smoke a cigarette. I was standing under the school awning out by the parking lot when I saw a black parasol over the top of some cars, so I pulled up my hood and walked toward it. Once I found it I realized it belonged to Isabella Swan, she was sitting in her car with the door open and one leg on the ground smoking a cigarette out of a fucking holder like she was fucking Audrey Hepburn or some shit. I finished my cigarette as the first bell rang and I headed off to Biology. I knew one thing for sure, I wanted to fuck Isabella Swan.
On my way to Biology I got cornered by Tanya Denali, some red headed skank who has been trying to sleep with me since Freshman year. It was really rather pathetic, lusting after someone who obviously doesn't want you and has made that fact clear on several occasions over the last three and a half years. Once I slipped through her claws I wandered to Mr. Banner's room and took my seat. I was the only senior in the class since I skipped too much junior year I had to retake it in order to graduate. As the bell rang and everyone took their seats Mr. Banner announced that we had a new student waiting outside the classroom and that we should greet her with true Forks spirit. Shortly after his little speech Isabella walked into the room and he pointed at my table because the seat next to me was the only one left. She dropped her books on her side of the table pulled out a pen and a notebook then stared at Mr. Banner.
"Miss Swan, would you introduce yourself to the class?" Mr. Banner asked her, she rolled her eyes before standing up and walking up to the front of the room.
"My name is Isabella Swan but if you call me that you will regret it, I am sixteen-years-old and I just moved here from Phoenix." She looked utterly bored standing in front of the class.
"So if we can't call you Isabella, what can we call you?" Someone yelled from the back of the room.
"you can call me Izzi" with that she stomped back over to her seat and plopped down.
Once Mr. Banner started his lesson I took the opportunity to get a good look at her; she was thin, even without the corset thing around her waist, probably not much more than 5'5 with her shoes on, her whole left ear was pierced from the cartilage all the way down to the ¾ inch gauge in her lobe and her hair was a fucking mohawk. The whole left side of her head was shaved and I bet the right side was too, fucking sexy. She caught me staring at her and winked so I looked away slightly embarrassed at having been caught. She started moving next to me and I realized she was talking off her coat. Angela, the girl who sat behind me gasped once Izzi had removed her coat, I looked at Angela then followed her gaze to Izzi's right arm, she had a full fucking sleeve at sixteen. I wasn't against tattoos by any means, I had several myself but not a whole sleeve. She had close to $4,000.00 worth of ink on her arm while I was staring at her arm she slid a note across the table to me.
What the fuck are you staring at? Have you never seen a tattoo before? Fuck off.
Her note made me laugh and I quickly jotted down my reply,
On the contrary I have five myself.
She stared at the note for a minute with her pen between her bright red lips before passing it back and smirking at me.
I'd love to see them sometime, I actually have a lot more than just this arm ;)
With that she went back to taking notes and didn't speak to me again for the rest for class. When the bell rang she packed up her belongings and bolted out the door never looking back. I made my way to P.E. it was my last class of the day.
I met up with Jasper after the final bell rang and we made our way into the parking lot, the coach kept us late trying to recruit us for baseball tryouts. By the time I got to my bike over half the lot was empty and the ass end of a bright yellow Mustang was peeling out of the parking lot. I lit a cigarette and Jasper started cracking up the second we reached my bike. I followed his gaze to my bike only to realize that there was a phone number written in bright red lipstick on the front vizor. I had to give it to her, she had balls writing on my bike. Realizing I had nothing to clean it off with I drove home.