AN: Here is the updated version of my story. I will hopefully get a couple chapters updated each day and then I will be posting some new ones. I hope to have this all updated and be writing new chapters by next week. Thanks for reading my story, let me know what you think of the updated version.

I woke up and looked around and found that I was in my room. I tried to sit up, when a horrible pain shot through my whole body. When I looked down I saw that I was covered in blood. I had no idea where the blood had come from, but I felt like something horrible had happened. I slowly got up and made it to the bathroom, terrified of what I might find. I peeled off my blood soaked clothes and was surprised that I couldn't see a single mark on my body anywhere. I turned the shower on and stepped in. I scrubbed all the blood off and still couldn't find even a single scratch. I got out and got dressed, trying to remember what had happened last night.

I remembered that I was at my friend's house and had decided to walk home the three blocks. I remembered leaving her house, but I didn't remember anything after that. It was all black.

I was scared and confused and the pain was still there, it felt like somebody had turned my body inside out. I didn't know what had happened and I didn't know where all the blood came from or the pain. It wasn't until I looked at the clock and saw that it was two in the morning, that I realized how tired I felt. I crawled into bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I woke up the next morning, no longer in pain, and went into the kitchen looking for my mom. I found a note on the kitchen counter from my mom and Phil, her new husband, it said:

Bella,

We had to go to work. Hope you're feeling better, sweetheart. You've been sleeping all day. Call me when you wake up.

Love, Mom and Phil

I put the note down and was reaching for the phone to call my mother when I noticed something on my wrist. I looked down and saw that I had some kind of marking on each of my wrists, they looked like very intricate, circular, tattoos but I would never get a tattoo. I was worried. I didn't have any tattoos yesterday. I was so confused, but I realized that I had better call my mom before she worried too much.

After I got off the phone I started to make dinner, not realizing until my mom told me that it was already five in the evening. She and Phil would be home soon. As I was cooking, I reached up to try and get some flour off the top shelf and I felt my wrists burn. I looked at the marks and they were glowing, then the flour fell to the floor spilling everywhere. I was a little scared and angry that I would now have to clean up the mess, when all of a sudden another horrible pain shot through my wrists and when I looked down the flour was all cleaned up and the bag was upright on the counter.

What was going on? Did that really just happen? I was so confused and scared. I mean people can't just make things happen when they want them to. I mean I thought they couldn't, but then again I had never heard of glowing tattoos either.

I looked down at my wrists again, at the marks on them. I didn't know where they came from and I didn't know what exactly was going on, but I could feel that they were powerful. That these marks gave me power. I could also feel the evil in that power. I could almost feel the evil inside me.

It had been three months since I had woken up in bedroom, not knowing what had happened or what it meant. I have remembered most of what had happened to me the night before. I didn't remember everything, but I remembered enough to wish I could still forget. It was the nightmares that showed me what I had forgotten; well they were more like flashbacks.

In my nightmares there was a man or a fact simile of one, I never saw his face. He grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an alley when I was walking home from my friend's house. He had beaten and raped me to within an inch of my life. I could feel his hands on me and see the blood that covered my body and he ripped open my skin with his long nails. I never stopped fighting and trying to get away, not until I couldn't move anymore. Once I he was done and I was just barely alive, he leaned in close to my ear.

"You are the only one who has ever survived. You are strong and so for that you will get a reward, my pet." He whispered in my ear, in a gravelly voice that made my skin crawl just thinking about it.

Then he grabbed my wrists and they burned so bad, it felt like he had held my wrists over a fire. That's how I got my marks. My marks are what had healed me, I found out later. After three months of practicing, I could now for the most part control my marks. They gave me power. A power I didn't want. I could make almost anything I want to happen, happen. I just have to concentrate on what I want done. It hurt a lot in the beginning but as I used my powers more often the pain lessened. I use my powers daily now. The burn is barely there anymore.

I have retreated into myself a lot ever since I remembered what happened, I couldn't stand to be near people and I didn't talk to my friends anymore. Renee, my mom, was worried about me. She said that I needed a change of scenery and she was sending me to live with my dad, Charlie. If only she knew that a change of scenery wouldn't make me forget what happened that night or what I had become since.