A/N: Ok, so I know some of you are pissed off at me for not updating any of my other stories but I'm kinda having writer's block. But this idea just popped into my head at random so….enjoy. (Chapter based on the song Mr. Highway's Thinking About the End by A Day to Remember.) If it seems like I've changed my writing style up a bit it's because I have; I'm trying to create more depth and detail in my stories.
They say you make twelve different assumptions the first time you meet someone. That may be true but the assumptions I made the first time I met Alec Volturi were normal. Man did I need a reality check, he was anything but. That took me a little while to conclude, but from the first time I met him, he seemed special.
Chapter One: Mr. Highway's Thinking About the End MPOV
How long until the tables turn
When will we ever get what we deserveI've created a monster.
I got a side of me that no one should see.
So quit stalling, pack your bags, keep walking away.
Your life leads to destruction.
We're not the same.
I've struggled too long to sit back and let you take this from me
We're not the same
I have given everything.
Damned. Horrible. Pathetic. Those were the only words I could think of to describe me, they were all true. My Italian-sausage-loving family would agree; I was a total outcast. I mean, who else could cause their boyfriend of seven years to shoot himself? Oh yeah, that would be me. But I'm getting ahead of myself…
Waking up to the annoying sound of my family laughing I groaned; why couldn't I have just died in my sleep? The day was no different than any other; I woke up feeling lost and rejected and I was sure my family would make me feel even more like that as the day wore on. Looking around my small room I decided God wasn't going to end my misery already and decided to get ready for hell-aka a normal day for me.
Taking a shower I tried to calm myself; this was one day closer to the day I died. Yippee. I just didn't see why I had to live in agony any more; there was no relief from the constant pain I was in. Until I cut myself, that is. But I normally didn't do that before school so I just got ready instead. I put mousse in my curly hair blonde shoulder-length hair until it was messily perfect-just the way I liked it. Then, putting in my contacts, I poked myself in my light-gray eyes (I always thought I looked like a wolf-ha). Next I put on my makeup and heavily applied the eye-liner, of course. Then came my slutty school uniform that EVERY girl had to wear, a button-up white shirt and TIE with a skirt and knee high socks. I absolutely hated it but I had incorporated a tutu into all of my skirt uniforms so it wasn't THAT bad (the colors were black, white, and red too so…yahoo). Grabbing my school bag of unfinished homework and my skateboard, I headed down the winding narrow staircase that connected the top story of my house to the bottom.
My family was already centered around breakfast, their Italian looks ever-present. I was a bastard from when my mom had a vague break-up with her husband, Alejandro. You see, my mom already had a child by Alejandro-my older sister Alexia (the total poster child for slutty cheerleader of the year) but their marriage was strained, causing them to break up for about a year. During that time, my mom (Helena) met my Canadian dad (Alex) and they fell in love, resulting in my birth. (I have NONE of my mom's features except her curly hair. I resemble my dad absolutely with his blonde hair and gray eyes, round face, and almond-shaped eyes.) Anyway, my dad found out that my mom was still married to Alejandro so he had to leave her and go back to Canada. Even though he pleaded for my mom to let him take me, she said no. (I really wish she would have…) My mom and Alejandro fell in love AGAIN and she married him again to make her little trip to single-vile a thing in the past. That left me all alone and in a family I hated. To make matters worse, about two years after they got back together, my mom had two lovely twin boys (Devon and Dexter). So yeah, I really am the outcast of the family and every chance they get to point it out, they do. So I resented (and still do) them and to make matters worse, I was abused. Yeah, just when you think the story can't get worse it does.
Anyway, I sat down at the table with them, sinking low into my chair so maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't notice me. Too bad, they did. The insults started, but I had kind of grown numb to it over the years, nevertheless the words still stung. Looking into my step-father's cold eyes all I could see was pure hatred, I didn't know what I had done to deserve it but I guess he was just a jerk. "Minerva, have you ever thought of going to the tanning bed?" my darling sister said, trying to hold down her laughter. She KNEW I hated my name (I preferred being called Mini) and rubbed in my light skin every chance she got. We all couldn't be a goddess like her, huh? "And have you ever thought of not letting every boy you see into your pants?" I wanted to say back, but knowing I'd only get into more trouble, tried to ignore it. Scarfing down a raspberry filled donut (my favorite) I ran out the door and hopped onto my skateboard, heading to school. I hated every minute I was with my "family" more than they hated me, it seemed. My dad tried to win custody of me a few times, but every time my mom won the judge over with the lines "how can you tear a precious child from her mother's arms and expect her mother not to have a mental breakdown?" of course the lines she said were more poetic but all it translated to was a HUGE lie. I swear the only reason she kept me around was to torture me.
Putting my earphones of my iPod into my ears, I picked a song at random. Mr. Highway's Thinking About the End by A Day to Remember came on, funny; it kinda fit the mood. Flying over the concrete and asphalt of the beautiful city Volterra, past beautiful fountains and architectural designs I wondered how in the world I was allowed to live there. I was horrible in every way so why would God allow someone as despicable as me to live there? My answer would come later on I guess, in a form I would have never expected but that's farther ahead in the story…
Seeming as it was kinda cloudy and chilly out, I stopped to pull on my blood-red "I Heart Screamo" hoodie, pulling the hood on over my head. Not wanting to absolutely burn up though, I pushed up the sleeves to my elbows, revealing my scarred forearms. I didn't care who saw, it was my way of expressing the situation I was in and the emotions I was feeling. To hell to anyone who thought I was crazy. Having my hoodie on kinda messed up my range of vision, causing me to not see a crack in the cement where I was skateboarding. My skateboard dipped hard into the crack, throwing me off sideways and onto a complete stranger.
Mumbling a few cusswords (as well as the person I fell on) I tried to stand up. The other person who I fell on tried to help me up too; their grip was like an iron vice. Coming face to face with the person I gasped when I saw who it was. He was gorgeous, absolutely in every way possible. Shaggy brown-almost black hair paired with dark, deep black (red?) eyes and pouty lips, yeah how couldn't he be hot? He kinda looked like he was having difficulty breathing or something so I blurted out, "Damn, I'm sorry. Are you okay? I wasn't paying attention to where I was going so…" He looked at me with those dark eyes and I felt electricity, weird… Realizing my iPod had fallen out of my ears, I retrieved it. It was on repeat from the song I was listening to earlier… "I'm fine, are you?" he said back, almost like it pained him. Damn, was I that ugly or something? "Yeah, I'm sorry. Uhh, see you later," I said. What? It was the only coherent thing I could say with that gorgeous guy staring at me! Before I could turn around, he grabbed me by my wrist-his hand was ice cold. His very-designer looking sweet pea coat and dark red dress shirt screamed he was rich or something…. "Nice taste in music," he said, gesturing to my hoodie and iPod. "A Day to Remember is my favorite band too," the marvelous boy said again. I blushed like an idiot, saying thanks, and heading on my way. The only things that puzzled me was why was he so cold, why did he look like he was in pain, and how could he have heard my music playing on my iPod when I always played it so low (let's be honest, I still wanted to be able to hear when I was thirty…so). But how could I even ask him? I hadn't even gotten his name! Damn I was stupid!
Turning around I tried to see if he was still around, but with no luck. Pouting, I got back on my skateboard (this time leaving my hood off) and headed back on towards school. My day had just gotten interesting, but it would get even more so later on. That was not the last time I'd see Alec Volturi that day…
A/N: So, what'd ya think? I thought it was my best story so far! Please review and tell me! It makes me happy! J I know it was kinda short but I have to get my beauty sleep, haha.