Chapter One
Alice's Point of view
Hi, my name's Alice Cullen. My parent's are Carlisle and Esme Cullen. I have two older brothers called Emmett and Edward.
I live in a boring, wet, cold little town called forks.
I had lived there since I was just three years old and it was my favourite place in the whole world.
I loved the scenery, the people, the smell and the fact it was a small, homely place.
So, I should probably tell you a little myself and my family.
Okay, so family first. Edward is one year older than me and very handsome. All the girls at Forks High School simply LOVE him. But he never pays any attention what-so-ever to them - He says he's waiting for 'The One.' Shame his twin brother, Emmett isn't the same. He loves the girls and always has a new girlfriend. But he is a gentleman and seems to get hurt alot. He's my favourite brother - funny, cute, HUGE yet a big softy. My Mother, Esme, is like my best friend. I would literally be lost without her. I can tell her ANYTHING and she always listens. I like the fact that she doesn't see my as a freak like everyone - other than my family of course - seems to. She always makes me feel better. But nobody makes me feel better than my Dad, Carlisle. He and my mother were both very young when they had my Brother's and I yet he still managed to become the best Doctor in Washington. Although he loved my brothers dearly, I was clearly his favourite - His little girl. Whenever I was upset - which was more or less every day - he would hug me and I would feel better. Because nothing makes you feel better than a hug from your dad.
Then there's little old me - Alice Esme Cullen - 18, short, shy, addicted to fashion and a total FREAK. Or at least that's what my classmates think of me. I'm a private person and more than happy to sit on my own, do my classwork and read a good book - or listen to music. And I was a freak because of it. I loved my family dearly but I was constantly worried that they thought the same and were only nice to me because they felt they HAD to be - them being my family and all. I was verbally abused, mentally abused and physically abused. My mum and dad were constantly worried about me.
Ah well, no time for chit - chat. I'd better get to school.
I went downstairs, hugging my parents and declining lifts to school from my brothers.
It was a warm day for Forks, I decided I would walk to school - I may as well take advantage of the good weather.
As I walked down the long driveway I felt like today would be a good day after all. I smiled to myself as I entered the large forest that surrounded my home.
I didn't mind that though. It was light enough for me to see where I was going and there would be no dangers in there.
But I was wrong. I was only five minutes away from the school entrance from the forest when all of a sudden, two young men appeared from nowhere.
"Hello there shorty." The fat blonde one said. I knew who he was - Jeremy Stanley, Jessica Stanley's older brother. She was one of my tormentors at school.
"Will you go away please, I will be late for school otherwise." I said, fear smothering my voice.
The boys laughed, making me stumble.
"WELL, WE WANT TO HAVE FUN." Shouted the thing, gangly boy I didn't know.
They advanced towards me and I stumbled backwards. They laughed when I was tried to get up, but my shaking prevented that. The fat guy spread his legs and stood over me - I kicked between his legs.
He screamed in pain and fell to the floor.
I quickly got up and ran for it, all the way to my home, screaming out in terror - But the tall guy was too quick and grabbed me from behind.
"We don't take kindly to people like YOU attacking us" and, to my horror he threw me to to the ground and kicked me to the ground, causing pain in my side.
The next thing I knew I was in hospital with my family stood around me - except my father.
"Mum" I whispered groggily. She stood up quickly, her already pale face even whiter and her face red and blotchy - She had obviously cried alot.
"Baby, are you okay?" She asked, fresh tears spilling down her face. "Oh, of course you're not. How silly of me to ask. I'll get you some water." I smiled gratefully, noting that this hurt my face greatly.
"Mum, what happened?" I asked. I already knew, but I wanted to know WHAT they had done to me while I was passed out.
"Well, you know what happened up until they began to attack you don't you?" She asked. I nodded, so she carried on. "Well, the kicked you in your side and they pain rendered you unconscious. The repeatedly kicked you in the head, arms. All over your body to be honest. We got a call from your school saying that you hadn't arrived. Anyway, when you didn't return home we were really worried. Your dad went to look for you and while he was out there was a News Report about a young girl being found in the woods. I immediately thought it was you. Then, your father returned home with your bag and coat, his face full of devastation and shock. I knew immediately it was you they had found in the woods. That was three days ago and..." The door to the room opened and in came my dad. He looked worse than my mum. I smiled at him and my mum got up and left the room.
My dad came over to the bed and sat down besides me.
"I'm so sorry, Al." He said as his voice broke. "We should have moved you schools - been more firm."
"Dad, please don't do that." I said tearfully. "There was nothing you could have done. I won't change the way I am for anyone - I will be bullied wherever I go. I'll just have to grin and bear it."
"You know, this is the first time i've seen you since you got into the hospital." He admitted. "I was too scared something was going to happen to you."
"I love you dad." I said, hugging him.
"Love you too sweetie." He said. I winced as I swung my legs over my bed. "Where are you going honey."
"I want to see what I look like." I said. I got out of my bed wearing the horrible night gown and walked over to the long mirror - I gasped.
What had they done to me?
I had black eyes, bruised all over my body and bandages over my head. I had cuts and as I lifted up my gown, I saw horrific bruising and I knew that one or more of my ribs had been broken.
I put my hand over my mouth and fell to the floor in tears.
My dad rushed outside to get my mother and the both ran in and sat on the floor, hugging me.
"Please help me?" I asked them.
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