This story just popped into my head. I had to type it up. This happens randomly sometimes just to let you know. Well I cant promise it is gonna be the best story (I don't even know how it is gonna turn out bcuz my stories have a mind of their own haha) but ill try my best!! Enjoy D

Bella POV

I grew up with my mother in a quiet little town in Florida. She and my dad had split up when I was 2. He doesn't come see me much; he says that if I want to be with him then I can come down there. He is not mean or anything, just trying to avoid another famous fight between them.

My mothers hobby was yelling. Every little thing I did wrong brought on world war 3 in my house. I never said a word, I found it was best this way.

Silence had been my whole life. I was known as the quiet smart girl in my school, but I didn't want to be.

I wanted so much to be the girl who everyone adored. The one who girls came up to to get fashion advice. The one who got all the guys. I tried to become that person once. I involuntarily shivered at that memory...

This morning I woke up extra early. When the shill screech of my alarm clock went off, I jumped right out of bed.

I took a long shower, making sure to wash every inch of my body. After I was finished, I combed through the thick curls of my head, forcing it to be completely strait. I had to act now or risk my hair going back to normal.

I whipped out the hair dryer and dried it quickly, careful not to leave any frizz. When done, I straitened my hair till it was strait as a twig, and took a few steps back to glance at myself in the mirror. I was stunning.

Next, I ran eye shadow and eye liner over my eyes. There was no need for blush because my face had it naturally, and when embarrassed, my cheeks turned an even brighter shade.

I looked over my shoulder to find that it was 6:45 already. I still had to pick out an outfit!

I sprinted back to my room and threw the door shut, then I remembered I had bought an outfit yesterday from the mall. What I was done getting dressed I went to the bathroom to see how I looked.

"Wow honey, you look beautiful." said the cool voice of my mom.

"Thanks." I replied shyly. I could see a blush creeping up my neck. I could also see myself, and I liked what I saw. The black skinny jeans and bright yellow V-Neck shirt really accented my slender figure. 'They are going to be eating out of the palm of my hands." I thought.

When I got to school, every person I passed dropped their jaws to the floor. I could hear murmurs all day. All of them were about how beautiful I was. This made me happy.

When I got to my first class, the room became quiet. Someone even whistled. I turned around to see the owner and saw it was my dream guy, Corbin Samuels. He was so gorgeous. His slow, perfect smile was enough to make me melt right there.

I smiled brightly at him, but forgot to look where I was going and fell into someones lap. I looked up and saw that it was Neena, the most popular girl in school. She shoved me off of her.

"Eww. Leah, don't you just feel sorry for her? She tries so hard to be like us, but underneath it all, she will always be a little loser." The entire class broke out into laughter, even our teacher, Ms. Maveedy. I ran out of the classroom, laughter ringing behind me. I ran all the way home and cried myself to sleep.

2 years have gone by since then. I have been in three mental hospitals, and one anorexic recovery hospital.

After that day, I had the notion that I was fat and ugly. I stopped eating completely, and went back to my old wardrobe. I still went to school, but was a ghost. My grades dropped and I stopped caring.

I had many different nicknames now. Wannabe, klutz, loser, and sexy. I blocked out all of them, or at least I tried.

After about two months of starving myself, I began to feel like it wasn't enough. I began cutting my wrists and wearing a large amount of bracelets to cover up the scars.

My mom wasn't to thrilled about my changes. The yelling increased, but I just tuned her out more and more. I caught parts of it sometimes like, "Why are you so depressed all the time" and "I want my happy daughter back" and "I get the feeling you are not there anymore" but I could care less.

Then one day, I was very depressed. I came home and started cutting, but then I started to press harder. I pulled the knife away and looked at the blood running down the side. I hated my life, hated everything about it. I lifted the knife to my throat, then set it down on the table.

I lifted a piece of paper out of my backpack and began to write...

Dear Mom,

I'm sorry that it has to end like this, but I cant go on living like this. I love you so soooo much. I hope that you can forgive me.

Bella

I placed it on the table, the first place I knew she would find it. I grabbed the knife again, raised it to my throat, and ran it across.

The pain was worse than I thought, but I knew it was only a matter of minutes before it would all be over. Darkness began to creep into view, even though my eyes were open.

"BELLA!" I head my mom scream. All I remember thinking was 'shit'.

I was rushed to the hospital, blood all over my body. They saved me, of course. After my recovery, they sent me to a mental institution to be evaluated. I refused to eat the entire time I was there, so they sent me to an anorexic recovery hospital. I hadn't realized how much I had missed food until I got there. I ate everything in sight. They told me I was the most cooperative patient they had ever had.

I was sent home to live with my mom again, only to attempt suicide again. I was sent to a different mental hospital, but they were unable to help me, so I was transferred to a another one.

I hated this life. I don't see why I was there, I wasn't crazy, I just wanted to kill myself. Why couldn't they just let me die? Theres nothing special about me, so why do they keep bringing me back? I figured that the only way I would ever be free was if I actually tried to convince them I was sane. And thats exactly what I did.

When I was finally released, my mom put me on "house arrest". She refused to let me out of her sight. I got so fed up I asked to live with Charlie, my dad. She finally gave in, but swore that she would have people keeping an eye on me, making sure I did the right things.

I was not going to attempt suicide again. It was far to much work and pain, and I just seemed destined to live.

So here I am, waving goodbye to my sobbing mother through the window of my Fathers car, on my way to Forks, Washington. I silently promised myself that things would be different there, and that was just what I was going to get.

So... What did you think? I had no idea that she was gonna attempt suicide... twice! Like I said at the beginning, my stories kinda write themselves haha. So lemme know if you think this is the worst story of all time (I sure hope not) or if you are bowing before me because this is the most amazing story ever! Haha. I wont be offended at your opinion just to let you know! So now you get to review! GO!! D