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BPOV

All I felt was throbbing pain. My body ached, especially my head.

I opened my eyes a smidge and saw Renee standing above me crying. I had no idea where I was at. All I saw was white and bright lights.

I groaned and tried to rub my eyes.

Something stopped me. I looked at my wrist and noticed that it was connected to an IV. "Oh honey! I am so glad you are awake! I thought I lost you." Renee started crying some more. I still had no idea what was going on. I stated that to my mom.

Renee sat down on the edge of the bed I was laying down in and rubbed my leg, which was really the only thing she could touch. Everything else was wrapped up in something or it looked really ugly.

"Bella, you had a concussion. I'm so glad you even know who I am! You do know who I am right?" She looked so worried that I just had to smile. That's my flustered little mother for ya. I nodded my head and said that she was my mother, Renee. She looked relieved and kept rubbing my leg in a circular motion.

"How long have I been in the concussion?" I asked her. She looked really sad and stressed out. Was it really that long? I don't even remember how it happen- oh wait, JW.

At the thought of the fighter, I growled. That piece of crap guy was the one who knocked me unconscious. I remember now.

He stayed in one spot. I was glaring at him and he just pretended to yawn and stretch. At that moment I decided his nickname was going to be CB, for cocky bitch. I made sure he knew that too. Anger flashed in his eyes, but it went back to relaxed and calm. I was just about to strike him when he was on me instantly.

He was cradling me. He leaned his head down to my ear. "Pain or Pleasure?" He asked me with a smile in his voice. I used that moment to stab the side of his face. I made the cut go down. JW yelled angrily.

"Pain." I replied with a smile in my voice. I would never have anything to do with JW in that sort of situation. I suppressed a shudder. JW glared at me and ran at me again. He did a weird twist thing in the air and landed on my back, pulling me to the ground. I tried not to show my fear. I think he can sense it and loves it.

He slammed my face down on the concrete. Hard. With his strength, I was going to be there for a long time. "Now you've made me mad. Do you want to know what happens when you make me mad? Well I guess you will see. Once you're close to death, I will show you to my room. And then I will have Victoria hold you down while I fuck you until you are dead." He laughed evilly.

I felt actual fear now. Now I know why he is fighting me. Vicky hates me. Very much. I think she's, like, jealous or something. But I know I wasn't going to get much help now. I relaxed, defeated. "Good girl." I heard JW say, and then he chuckled. "Now I want you to pretend to be unconscious so I can carry you out to my house. Understand?" I nodded at him and glared at the ground. I hate being vulnerable. I hate it.

JW smashed my face into the ground, not hard enough to knock me unconscious, but hard enough that I dropped my knife and saw black spots in my vision. He started kicking my stomach so hard that I felt blood come up to my throat. I swallowed it down and pretended to be unconscious. JW kicked my head. I went unconscious that time.

I am so going to get JW back for that. He actually knew how to fight! That little scumbag. I hate him with a burning passion.

"Honey? Bella? Bella!" Renee kept repeating with a panicked voice.

"What?" I looked at her. She looked relieved. I didn't know I was so special to her.

"You were gone for 2 weeks. 2 weeks! I thought you were dead. But I never gave up hope. I prayed for you every day." I saw amusement in her eyes, but I didn't get why. Mostly what I saw though, was happiness and relief.

I had to smile at my childish mother. She was truly amazing.

"I'm sorry," was all I said to her. She gave me a funny look but called in a nurse for me. I think she was going to give me more pain meds. Yuck. I hate needles and everything that goes with it.

I had to stay in the hospital for one more week before they actually let me leave. I was so excited to finally leave the stupid hospital and go to my home.

I haven't even been in the sun for almost a month! Imagine how pale I normally am when I am in the sun, and then subtract a month. I swear I looked like a vampire. Literally.

As soon as I got home, I went straight to my room. My room was huge and I loved it. The bed was king sized and it was right in the middle of the room, up against the wall. Then I had my beautiful white desk that had my laptop, off to the right of my bed. And the view of my room was amazing. I had a giant window on the left side of my bed. It showed the front yard and the neighbors, but it was still awesome. I had a walk in closet that wasn't very big, and l like that because I don't have a lot of clothes.

The first thing I did was jump on my bed and write in my journal. It was around 2 in the afternoon. Renee wanted to go out to eat and do all sorts of fun stuff, but I just wanted to stay home.

I got out my small brown journal that I write in whenever something diary worthy comes up. The whole month is diary worthy. I got my favorite pen out and started writing.

April 3, 2007

Dear Journal,

I just had the worst experience of my life. So you know how I told you about how I started fighting at the place called Ice? I started out just fighting humans like me. We really just beat the crap out of each other until the other says mercy.

Anyways, so after I got really good at the humans, I started fighting vampires. Yeah, you probably think I am crazy, but I'm not! They are real! I even got a file of the things about them. When I fight against them, I get to have a knife since my hand would just break if I used it. So in the file it says that they are fast, good hearing, and are very strong. But the vampires I fight are amateurs and have to be less than 5 years old from being a vampire.

But I fought with this JW guy and he turned out to be a fake! He knew how to fight perfectly well, and he knocked me unconscious! I ended up at the hospital for a month! I just got back, and I need to heal so I could go back and fight some more.

I hate just staying at home. I always have an itch to start a fight. I love the feeling I get when I win, especially when it's against something that shouldn't even exist! I better stop now. I hear my mother calling me.

I will tell you more about what happened later. Bye!

~Bella Swan

I got off of my bed and walked down the stairs. I am not supposed to be moving fast. When I got to the bottom of the steps, I saw my mother and Phil, the hateful stepfather, sitting at our dining room table. It was around 6 o' clock, but in Phoenix, Arizona, it's always sunny and hot.

My mom actually looked really serious. I think I know what she is going to ask me though. She wants to know how I got the concussion, obviously.

I walked a little slower to the chair across from the both of them and sat down cautiously.

As soon as I sat down, Renee started lecturing me.

"Why were you out so late? Where did you get all of those bruises? Are you crazy, or are you being stupid? What did you do? I thought that the daughter I know would be obedient. I'm very disappointed in you." She looked like she was close to tears. I couldn't tell if it was because she was mad, or if it was because she was upset. Maybe both.

I sighed and told her a little bit of the truth. "I have been street fighting. For over a year. I love it. But this one buff guy came in out of nowhere and knocked me out cold. That's all I remember." So I pretty much lied. Well, more like bending the truth. She bought it at least. Phil was giving me funny looks, but I ignored him like I always do.

"Is that where all of those bruises came from? Are you out of your mind? I refuse to let you go back to fighting!" Renee rarely ever raises her voice. So I knew she was serious. I held my hands up and told her fine. But we both knew I was going to do it anyways. "Go to your room. Stay there for the rest of the night. I'll bring dinner up later." She dismissed me.

I rolled my eyes at her and got up, then I headed to my bedroom. I was going to stomp, but then I realized that it would have probably hurt me more than Renee. Phil doesn't give a crap, so I don't care about him.

As soon as I got to the top of the stairs, I heard Renee say, "I don't know how to deal with this!" Looks like someone is throwing a tantrum. I rolled my eyes again.

When I got into my room, I groaned and laid my face down on my bed. "Worst. Month. Ever!" I yelled into my pillow.

I grabbed my journal and started writing some more.

April 3, 2007

Dear Journal,

I'm tired of being treated like I'm 2 years old! All my mom ever does is baby me. What does she think is going to happen to me? I can take care of myself. My mom needs to realize that I'm 17 years old! I know how to drive, I know how to cook better than her, and I can win against vampires!

I've stayed home alone for almost a year when I was 14! My mom and Phil leave all the time, to do some stupid adventure. Do you think they ask me to come? No. My mom likes to ignore me until something like this happens. She'll baby me for another month, tops. It irritates the hell out of me.

My hand decides to stop writing itself, so I just put my journal away.

I stayed on my bed for another hour.

Out of nowhere, I felt really dirty.

I reluctantly got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower, but I stopped when I overheard Renee and Phil yelling at each other.

"If Bella leaves, she won't fight anymore!" Of course Phil would want me to leave.

"But what if she fights there too? Charlie won't know how to deal with it!" Mom sounded close to tears.

"Renee, he's the Chief of Police. Of course he'll know how to deal with it." Phil tells her.

I sighed, then walked over to the closet across from the bathroom and grabbed a towel out. I ran back to my bedroom to grab my iPod.

A bath sounded nice, so I let the water run in the tub. I brushed my hair and set up my radio to plug in my iPod. It took a couple more minutes before I actually got to get into the tub. I refuse to get into the bathtub before it's full.

I clicked shuffle on my iPod and happily jumped into the tub. The first song that came on was Turning Tables by Adele. This song was one of my favorites. She's an amazing singer.

I made sure the music was loud so I could sing along with her

I sat in the tub for about 11 more songs. I had to get out and refill it twice because it got too cold. The second time, I added bubbles, just for the fun of it. The whole bathroom exploded with the smell of vanilla ice cream.

I breathed it in deeply while Lil Wayne's Mirror song blasted from my iPod.

When the song ended, I got out of the bathtub. Then I dried myself off, wincing a few times from the tender bruises.

I left my iPod in the bathroom under the sink, wrapped the towel around myself, and walked back to my room.

I made sure the door was shut and locked. Once I did, I took off my towel and looked at myself in the mirror. There was my pale, brown haired, brown eyed self. My body looked the same as it always did.

Average amount of boob. Average height. And I was skinny. But I had meat on my bones. Mainly because I was in love with food. But I also had some muscle from fighting.

The only difference was that I was completely black and blue, with a couple spots of green and yellow. The bruises were everywhere. I was so surprised; it made my hatred for JW flare up even more than it had before.

I vow that the next time I see him, I will kill him.

I went to my dresser and put on my pajamas for the night, an oversized t-shirt and a pair of booty shorts.

That night was filled with nightmares.

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