Chapter 1 Conclusions
NOTE : Disclaimer : I do NOT own Twilight or any of the characters, the talented S.M. does.
I hope everyone enjoys this first chapter, its up a little late...sorry. But I will be posting the next chapter ASAP. I love reviews, so let me know how I'm doing. (:
SUMMARY:
What happens when your mom gets married to a guy, who's son is gorgeous and takes your breath away? What happens when his bad attitude pulls you in and you slowly fall in love with him? What happens when the one thing you truly desire, is forbidden? Bella and Edward both have their pasts that form who they are. They can help each other. But with his womanizing, broody, badass attitude, and her rude, careless attitude, the question is; will they help each other?
This is when I wished when you slept, you didn't have to wake up, and it was a choice. Obviously you wouldn't sleep everyday for the rest of your life, but just a few days out of nowhere when you are able to lie down and not worry about what is ahead in the next day.
High school, my nightmare for three and so months of summer, tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, wondering if I would be accepted. For every year I can remember I was practically invisible to those who didn't want to see me, and those who did, well I was there but always distant. I guess you could've called me the nerd. I had acne, loved to read and thought swearing deducted brownie points I learned in school. I hated my freaky eyes because they would change colours from grey, to blue, and sometimes green, but I would get made fun of and as a result I wore dull brown contacts; and wore them like they were my right hand. I had short screwed up hair, was so shy I barely talked, unless it was necessary; and to those boys who would talk to me, I would look at them like they were the weirdest people I have ever seen, and as time passed; so did they. When things went wrong I was automatically blamed, no one wanted to be friends with the freak. But I guess that's what it means when you're different; no one trusts you, your always first to be blamed, and it is always, always your fault. I promised myself when high school started I would change, and I did. I am now in grade 10, I lost weight, I am 5'3" and 96lbs. My acne went away, I have long, dark brown, wavy hair, and I removed my contacts so my eyes are back out, whoever wants to make fun of them can kiss my ass.
But, I wasn't the only thing that changed during high school, my parents were arguing at a constant pace, screaming about nothing. Fighting over the house not being clean enough, my dad never being home, and when he got home he always came late, they would scream about my education, my attitude, or when I'm too quiet. I was home alone one night, and was terrified. I had watched a scary movie previous to the day and was scared someone might break into my house when I was alone. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed a black, sharp, cutting knife and put it under the mattress of my bed before I went to sleep; just in case I needed it. I fell asleep and the next morning I got ready and went to school, the only problem was I forgot about the knife. I told my mom countless times not to go in my room; she never did; until that day. She cleaned up my room and found the knife, she told my dad, and before I could even begin to explain they had come to the conclusion; I was cutting myself. They were fighting on a daily basis after that day, it got so bad that my dad came home drunk and started hitting my mom.
I didn't even know how to begin to process what was going on, I was ten at the time, five years ago; but I remember it like it happened yesterday. It was about 3:00am on a Tuesday night; well I guess you could say morning. Anyway, all I remember was that the loud, constant yelling woke me up, and I knew it was my dad; I hesitantly walked into his room and saw his arm hovering over my mom, pounding. Tears were streaming down my eyes and I tried to stop him, but he pushed me out of the way yelling at me, telling me to go to sleep. I couldn't though, I ended up calling the police and telling them my dad was beating my mom, they came, took him, and a week later my mom and dad got a divorce. He moved to Forks, Washington, and I never heard from him again. We stayed in New York. It's a tough situation, it wasn't like he was hitting her on a daily basis, but that night changed everything; and I somehow held myself responsible.
That is why I allowed my mom to start dating other men, she started about two years after that incident and when I started grade ten, she told me she found him, "The One". I was mad at first, because it was always just me and her. I then realized that she should be happy, and said I was okay with them dating; worst set of words that I could ever say.
Thank you SO much for reading the first chapter, I really hope you enjoyed it. Sorry for the cliffy, aha I have a feeling I'm going to be apologizing for that a lot. Anyway, REVIEW! You wont be meeting Edward until a few chapters in *sighs* but, it will be worth it when you do. Trust me! Have a great week! (:
P.S. Sorry for the short ass paragraphs. I just needed to get everything explained. Next chapters will be WAY longer(: