HEY WROTE THIS CAUSE I WAS BORED. I DONT ACTUALLY EXPECT PEOPLE 2 REVIEW CAUSE I NO I SUCK BUT DAT OK WITH ME
Lighting shook the house as Bella tried to get to sleep. normally her mother would come and sing her to sleep, even if other people considered her to be to old. Personally Bella thought your never to old for your mother. Tomorrow the social worker was coming to take her to her new home. She was scared that was for sure. When her father ran away when she was 13 her mother was all that was left. And now she didn't even have her. Bebe her Siberian Husky tapped her chin with a cold nose. Bella pulled the puppy close. She only had him for 5 months and already she had to give him away. Apparently the Cullen's don't like dogs. Silent tears made slow flowing rivers down her cheeks.
Lying in her bed now, she remembered that night in so much detail. How when she dot home, the house smelled dry. The dryness reminded her of the desert. She could taste the bitterness in the air.
When she walked into the lounge she felt herself go pale. They were everywhere. Four leafed clovers painted in red all around. When Bella got close to one she felt it. It was warm under her touch, thick. That was when she realised it wasn't paint, it was blood.
Bebe once again nudged her chin, realising her from the memories. Her sign sounded heavy, full of grief. She remembered once when her mother told her blood was thicker than water. She never actually knew what that meant. But know she understood. Bella will always choose her family over friends. Friends will leave you family will always stay. But that night her family was the ones that abandoned her, and her friends that stayed.
There was writing in her bedroom also in blood. It smelt like the first day of spring. Odd Bella had thought. The blood in the lounge had smelt horrible, but the blood in her room smelt sweet and freshening. When she asked the police why, they had just ignored her. What amazed people most about that night was the writing. It was only in Bella's room. It wasn't in English, some of the freaks in her home tome didn't even believe it was a language that is was a form of witchcraft that her mother was a part of.
Bebe whimpered a soft and pathetic sound. Bella recalled the worst part if it. Walking into the bathroom all she saw was death. She felt as if she was drowning in blood. The taps were running with green stuff oozing out it. The police blamed it on the plumbing, but Bella knew better. The walls had bloody hand prints all over it. There was about 3 different sizes. The mirror was shattered into a million pieces. Hair the colour of roses lie in a pile on the floor. It looked just like her mothers. But when they checked her she had all of hers.
Bella signed again and pulled Bebe across her chest, letting herself loose all since of hope. People can't live without hope, but Bella doesn't have anything to hope for. Well except for the fact that the Cullens will be nice to her and accept her. Tomorrow her new woeld would start and she never wished for anything more than tomorrow to never come
