How Did I Get Here?

by Rocker3000 is on FIRE

She never thought that this stuff existed. She never thought that something like this would happen to her. And she never thought, not once in her life, that she would meet someone that would make her happy. But when you're in love with a demon, you talk to ghost, and your long lost brother comes back from the dead, you just can't help but think, how did I get here?

1. The Introduction

Me: I decided to make a Twilight fanfic and I know exactly what your thinking. I'M AWESOME! A writer with a wide variety of different things to write. Powerpuff Girls, Powerpuff Girls Z, Hunger Games (something I'll most likely write soon), and now TWILIGHT! It's just amazing!So if you're interested in what I've got to say, be sure to read on and have a good day.

Disclaimer: I do not own TWILIGHT only the plot and maybe some OC's too.

Inspiration: This story was inspired by EMMETTMONKEYMAN (EmmettMonkeyMan). Her stories are just so darn good and now I just had to make one of my own. EmmetMonkeyMan, if you can hear me, thank you so much for bringing in the inspiration you bought to me, even though it wasn't intended. I'm so grateful. It means a lot.

Protection: © Copyright Buttercup 3000. All rights reserved.

Characters (for now):

Alice- 16

Carlisle- 26

Charlie- 43

Bella- 17

Edward- 17

Emmett- 18

Esme- 24

Gabe- 18

Jasper- 17

Rosalie- 17

Valerie- 53

Families:

Swans-

Bella

Charlie

Gabe

Valerie

Cullens-

Alice

Carlisle

Edward

Emmett

Esme

Jasper

Rosalie

Prologue:

Guess who I am. Okay, I know you already know. Looking up at the underlined name right up there its pretty simple to know it's me, Bella Swan. But do you really know me. Like from the inside in, or will you judge me like everyone else does, just by my appearance. I'd have to say I wouldn't be so surprised if you ever did. I mean, come on. Flat muddy colored hair tied in a messy ponytail, as frail and gaunt as a twig, fat, and don't forget, probably one of the most hideous people you will ever meet.

From that paragraph above you can also tell that this won't be such a happy life for dear old me. But as I tell you the story, you'll see just how far it's gone. Because now I lay above the star, sky, and moon. My physical being lies somewhere far away yet I appear to feel as full and put together greater than a person who just won the lottery. I live in peace. Away from the world. But how did I get here? You're just going to have to find out.

Bella swan

Hi. I'm Bella, short for Isabella. My whole name would be Isabella Marie Swan. I was born in Forks, Washington September 13, 1995. I'm 17 years old and go to Forks High school. All though I'd rather be anywhere but here about now.

You see, I use to live with my mom, Renee Swan, until one day she met this guy, Phil. They decided to get married and leave me with my dad, Charlie. But soon after Charlie had passed away. He'd been smoking too much and it destroyed his respiratory system. I should be with my mom but she decided to leave and follow Charlie. Thanks to Phil, the dude who had decided to kill her and now lays behind bars for who knows how long. So now I'm a lone wolf, sitting in class. Living by myself hoping no one will find out.

The story is that they think I live with my made up aunt, Aunt Tory, who was recently diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy, a genetic disorder that gradually weakens the body's muscles. It's caused by incorrect or missing genetic information that prevents the body from making the proteins needed to build and maintain healthy muscles. Can't move, can't think, but can be made up to tell stories.

I work at three different jobs to pay up the rent so I won't have to get kicked out or anything major. But it's kind of been stressful around this time of the year with the bills rising and my paychecks coming slower, weighing less.

I wish my mom hadn't married Phil.

1.) She wouldn't be dead.

2.) I wouldn't have moved in with Charlie who I was forced to see die.

3.) I wouldn't have had to move to forks.

4.) I probably wouldn't be wishing right now that I myself was dead.

I mean, for gods sake, I'm only 17 years old. The least someone could do was wait till I had finished collage, until I was able to fend for myself. But no, someone had to go off and be selfish so I could be on the brink of death. Which doesn't seem so bad at this point. But I just wish things would be better.

And if you think me being an orphan and living on my own was bad enough, you've got something coming to you. I cut myself, I starve myself, I get teased, I get beat up, and I can hear ghost. Ghost! How messed up is that?

It started 3 months ago, the day I had come to forks. I was really freaked out and I couldn't sleep a wink that night. Not one. So go ahead, call me whatever you want. I won't like it but I'll deal with my anger when I get home. Because now I sit on a bench in the school's campus, far away from the school's population, being taunted by ghosts.

"Tell them I'm okay."

"Tell them I missed them."

"Tell them it was Bob who did this! That took my life."

"Tell them to burry them with my teeth, deary."

"Woof!"

I wanted to scream so bad, but I didn't. Instead I balled myself on top of the bench, rocking back and forth, closing my ears so I wouldn't have to hear them. But that didn't do a thing. They were all too loud.

"Stop. Stop. Stop." I murmured, hoping they would. But instead they continued to drone on. "Stop. Stop. Stop." I mumbled again. They grow louder, trying to talk over my mumbling. "I said SHUT UP!" I scream at them, they suddenly stop.

"Are you okay?" I hear a very unfamiliar voice say, although, a lot of voices were unfamiliar to me, not being the one to keep myself in view of public eyes. Though there laughs were pretty familiar.

I look up. I see a bronzed haired boy standing over me, his eyes a piercing gold, topaz color. Like shining jewels. His pale skin marble in the dim light on the cloudy day over head. (Looked like rain.) His face structure beautiful and elegant, somehow inhuman. His face looked concerned, like he actually cared. But his eyes were hard and… angry. Angry at me, although I don't recall doing anything to upset him.

I sit up and scoot away a bit, just staring at him. He stared back. I noticed four other people standing behind him a few yards away. I could make out two girls, two boys, two blonde hairs, and two black hairs, but that is all I could really see.

The bronzed haired boy decided to sit next to me, I slid over a little bit more. His eyes stared intently at me.

"I'm Edward Cullen. I'm new here." he says, his voice sweet and velvet. It made me melt inside a little. "And who might you be?" he asks.

I don't want to answer, but maybe if I said something he might leave me alone. I tried it.

"Bella." I choke out, my voice low and soft. "Bella Swan."

"Well, Bella." he says. "Do you mind showing me to Ms. Harlwind's class, building 5, History?"

No! I do mind! I wanted to scream before stalking off and getting the heck out of there, but instead I said, "Sure."

I got off the bench and he followed quickly, leaving the other four and maneuvering through the halls easily. I stop at the door.

"Thank you." he says with that same irritated look on his face. I nod and walk off quickly to my first period class.

It was boring, the whole morning. I sat there looking at the teachers but not paying any attention like I usually did. But I guess today was better than other mornings, not even a tiny snicker. Though I was scared of the afternoon. That's usually when I got the worst of it. I gave a slight shudder.

At lunch I found myself in the library, as usual, not eating and pretending to study for an upcoming test or quiz. I sat at the back where no one hardly ever went and sat on one of the cushions. I took out a book with one of my bookmarks and began reading. I've always loved reading. It took me away from my own life and someone else's. I wasn't completely whole, there was a piece still missing, but I was halfway there. As long as there were books I'm pretty sure I'll be alright.

The time went so quickly when I was reading because suddenly I heard the bell and was putting the book away, heading to my next class, Biology II.

I stopped at the doorway. In my seat, or by my seat, sat that boy. Edward. I heaved a heavy sigh before sitting in the seat beside him and pushing the seat near the end of the table, sitting on the edge of the chair. Oh god. I was definitely going to hate this period.

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