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My name is Bella Swan, and I'm 15 years old. I've been in the foster care system since I was six years old and my normally drunk mother died in a car crash that also took the use of my right arm. I know that my mom was a terrible person, but she didn't have to drive drunk with her six year old daughter in the car, that's just fucked up, even for her. Not that she would care, my mom hated me after my dad Charlie died. Shot in the line of duty when I was only the tender fucking age of four. I miss my dad a lot, he absolutely adored me, and my mom did, too, when he was here. She started drinking after she found out he died And I guess you might call her one of those abusive drinkers.
I remember waking up in the hospital room, crying, which caused a friendly nurse to rush in almost immediately. My arm was in a cast, and I was alone and afraid, nice spot to be in when you're six fucking years old. Days later, after the doctors deemed me fit to leave the hospital, someone from children's aid came and took me to a foster home. I was sent to my first set of foster parents a little over two weeks later. Six year olds generate a lot of interest. I didn't mind the lady, but the man scared me, he was ... Well, one day, the lady, who said that I could call her mommy if I wanted to, left to go grocery shopping. Leaving me with the man. Now, I don't want to bad mouth men, but you know what? What the fuck, you guys? Why the fuck would he want to touch a six year old. Why would any of you? Well, he fucking did. He started to touch me. I cried and tried to get away from him, slapping him with my good hand, but he merely chuckled and held me down even more the lady got home, and all I remember after that was a bunch of yelling, and the police coming. I was taken back to the foster home, thank fucking god for that.
For some weird reason I've never been able to stay with a set of foster parents for longer than two months. I had never really been bad, just fucking useless, because I wasn't able to do that many chores or anything with my arm. Fuckers claimed that I was just being lazy, and not even trying to get the use of it back again, and that's just a lie, because I worked really hard in physiotherapy. I wonder if they all thought I enjoyed being like this, being some useless fuck, stuck in their stupid fucking system.
When I was 12, I got a hold of a knife. I had heard about people who cut themselves, and they said that it made them feel better, so I tried it. I liked it. It was a quick fix for any pain you were going through at the time, those little slices. And it wasn't like I had a reason to fucking feel guilty, because no one gives one shit about me, so now my arm that I can't move has a ton of cuts that litter it, and I don't really care if anyone finds out. The family that I stayed with then, called my worker, and I was taken back to the Foster Home. Apparently they didn't want a cutter in the house.
At age 14, I was walking home from school, when some guy who was lurking in some random fucking alley offered me some beer. I took it. He also gave me some weed, and taught me how to roll it. And smoke it. Talk about some real happy times there, when I got home, the man of the house I currently lived in discovered that I was drunk and high. He got really angry, but I wasn't mad at all. I was fucking high and that made me feel peaceful about everything. I was even peaceful about him raping me. Until it wore off. There was also a lot of yelling when his wife got home, and back to the Foster Home with me. For some reason, I still didn't feared men after that. I guess I was just too bold and rebellious at this point. Or something.
Now here I am, I'm 15 years old, still in the Foster Care System, and about to be adopted by Forks' fucking sensational Doctor Cullen. Give me a break, they say he's so good, but I'll be back here at the Foster Home within another few months. No one can put up with me, I'm the teenager who cuts, drinks, and gets high. I'm anti social as fuck, my grades suck, my hair and clothes are dark, and in general, I'm kind of fucking intimidating for most people. No one knows of the Bella Swan who cries like a baby when she goes to visit the graves of her parents.
There was a sharp knock on my door in the Foster Home, and my worker appeared, smiling gently at me. Meghan was nice, and I couldn't help but smile back.
"Please don't screw this up, Bella, or we're going to have to switch you to another place, and I know you don't want that, because Charlie and Renee are buried here, along with your other relatives."
"I'll try not to screw it up, Meghan." I promised.
"Do you have all your things together?"
"Yeah, I have everything." I sighed. It wasn't like I had that much shit.
"No knives?" she asked.
"No knives, Meghan." A fucking lie, but so what?
"Alright, well, Dr. Cullen is waiting down stairs for you. Be polite, he really is a good man."
"I know, I know." I sighed again.
"Sorry, Bella." She ruffled my hair fondly.
I snorted, and flattened my hair again. I grabbed my duffel bag, and headed down the stairs, to the living room. There was a man, with pale skin, and golden eyes. His hair, also a pale blonde, and damn, he can't be more than 25.
"You must be Bella." He said calmly, not shocked by my looks like any other foster parents normally are.
"Yes, Dr. Cullen, I'm Bella Swan and it's nice to meet you." I said. Hur-fucking-ray, formalities.
"You can call me Carlisle, Bella." He chuckled, and looked at my bag that I was carrying with my good arm, "Can I take that for you?"
"No thanks, I've got it, Carlisle." I like my independence, well as much of it as I can have.
"Alright, if that's what you wish." He said, heading towards the exit of this joint. I followed him outside, and he headed to a car.
"Holy shit, this car is yours?"
"Yes, it's mine, rather flashy, but I can afford it." He said, and popping the trunk for me to put my duffel bag in. I dropped the bag in it, and headed to the front passengers seat. Carlisle held the door open for me, and shut it once I get in. I mumbled a 'Thank you.' He quickly headed to the driver's seat… almost a little too fast, and was it normal to be that flawless?
Carlisle took in my weird look with a chuckle. "Ah, you're a perceptive one, aren't you?"
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"You'll see when we get to my house. My family is different from people like you, but you're going to have to keep the secret, and try not to laugh at it, Bella."
"I've been through enough to not by shocked by things. You could tell me you were aliens, and I'd most likely believe you." Great. Fucking surprises.
"Well, we aren't exactly aliens."
"I guess I'll take some comfort in that." I mumbled.
He just chuckled. I guess he heard me. "So, tell me about yourself, I read some interesting things on your paper."
"Probably all true." I admitted. Why try to hide it?
Carlisle sighed. Probably hopped that all the write ups on me were complete and utter lies, but they weren't and I didn't really care. Most people no fucking clue what they are getting into when they agree to take in a foster child, much less me. "Well, is there anything good I should know?"
"Not really." I shrugged. "Not much of a good person."
"There's always some good in everyone." Carlisle said. Because he is such a fucking wise man.
I snorted, and grabbed the iPod I managed to buy when I started getting access to some money. All the stuff Charlie and Renee had left for me, and they had also left money behind in a bank account. And seeing as the mortgage was already paid off on the house, despite them being so young, the money was mine. I've had access to it since I turned 14, and I spent it very sparingly. I don't have much music though, which really sucks.
He drove across a bridge. Not that far past that, he turned onto a drive way. It was fucking long, and then he pulled right up to a damn mansion! My jaw almost hit the floor as I stared at it.
"Do you like it, Bella?"
"Yes, it's," fucking incredible, "very nice, Carlisle."
He smiled at me, and got out of the car. I opened the door for myself, because I think he got the independence shit. He popped the trunk and got my bag though. I followed him to the house, and we walked in. I looked around, more curious than I had been in a long time. It was open, and pretty. I liked it. I liked it a lot. Carlisle headed up some stairs and I followed him again. He led me to a kitchen, where people were standing around talking. All eyes shifted to me, some glaring, and some smiling warmly.
"Everyone, this is Bella Swan."
"Hi." I mumbled.
"Welcome dear." A lady with caramel colored hair said. "I'm Esme, Carlisle's wife."
"Nice to meet you, and thanks for taking me into your home…" because you really do not know what you are getting yourself into.
"It was no problem at all, dear." She said, as she and Carlisle look pointedly at the other teenagers.
"Hi Bella, I'm Alice!" God she was tiny. She was lucky she didn't sound like a bell when she talked, she was so fucking tiny and pixie like. Okay, well, maybe she's like 12.
"Hi Alice…"
She giggled, and poked the guy next to her. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. "That's Jasper, he's just kind of shy." The blonde girl snorted, causing Carlisle and Esme to glare.
"Hello, Bella, pleasure to meet you." Jasper said tightly, and I nodded.
"Yo, Bella, I'm Emmett, if you have a problem with anyone in this town I'm the person you can call to beat them up." He winked.
"I can beat people up myself just fine, thank you." I said, flexing my left arm.
"Maybe you do have some muscle," he said, looking like he almost wanted to laugh.
"Only arm I've got to do the job for me." Dick.
"I'm Rosalie." The blond bitch interrupted, and I had already decided I didn't like her. I ignore her, getting a huff in response.
"Well, I see you've learned how to ignore Rosalie." The boy with the bronze hair said. I don't think I like him that much either. I'm not much for pretty boys. Even though he was hot. He just seemed pissed about me being there. "I'm Edward."
"Hello, Edward." I rolled my eyes. These people had some weird fucking names.
"Um, so Bella, how about I show you to your room?" Alice piped up. "Oh, and don't worry, it's not pink."
"Uh, okay then, thanks…?"
Yeah, Carlisle was right, his family was weird as fuck. Carlisle handed me my duffel bag, and Alice grabbed me with her really tiny, really cold hand. She dragged me up the stairs. I was still stumbling when she stopped in front of a door, that said 'Bella' on it. What are we, six fucking years old? Black and red door plaque, I suppose it wasn't so bad. She opened the door.
Dream. Fucking. Bedroom. The walls were a ruby red, and all the linens were black. It was like they knew me before I even got here. Fucking weird.
"I'm sure you'll like it, Bella." Alice smiled at me.
"Yeah, I love it, it's fu- It's awesome!"
"I knew it!" She flew back down the stairs.
Okay, one thing I knew, Alice was too fucking happy of a person for me. I mean, at a certain point, it just gets creepy. I went over and sat on the bed, still staring around in awe. I think I'm in love. I'd dump my current boy friend for this bedroom. Don't even ask how I ended up with a boy friend, but cutters and druggies at school tend to stick together. We sort of, sit in our own private corners of the cafeteria, our silent vigil. Making all the 'normal' people to steer the fuck clear of us.
"Yeah, thanks." Too much happy for one day, thanks, so I opened up my duffel bag, and grabbed my knife. I dragged it across, I hardly even needed to push because of how sharp I kept it. I sighed in relief as the blood oozed out, of my scarred arm. I suddenly heard loud crashes and hissing from downstairs. Fucking weird. Then I heard someone running up the stairs and none other than the doctor himself barged into the room.
"Hi, Carlisle." I greeted him like nothing weird at all was happening.
He quickly snatched the knife away from me. "Bella, something we need to establish quickly, it's not safe to cut."
"Yeah yeah, I know. I could cut too deep and bleed to death. Give me a break."
"That, and you live with a family of vampires." He said simply.
"What?"
"You live with a family of vampires," he repeated.
"Damn, I was really hoping I was right about the alien thing."
He blinked at me. "No panic or denial?"
I rolled my eyes. "Doc, I've seen enough in my life time to believe anything. So what, you could have been a family of Sea Sponges for all I care."
"What have we gotten ourselves into?" he muttered.
"That's what almost everyone asks." I said lightly. "So are you going to pack me back up and take me back to the foster home?"
"Most certainly not." He said, seeming appalled that I would suggest it of his upstanding family of fucking VAMPIRES. "Everyone deserves the chance at a good life. Now go and run that under some water. You have a bathroom here in your bedroom. I will call you down when your supper is ready, I wouldn't recommend going downstairs right now."
"Alright, whatever you say." I mumbled, getting up.
Carlisle left the room, and I grabbed some beer from my bag, taking it to the bathroom with me. I was getting low on stuff. I'd need to meet up with Chris soon. Oh the joys of having boyfriends who have connections.
Fuck, physiotherapy starts again next week, I realized. After about a five month break. I don't get why they just can't leave me alone, I'll never move my fucking arm again. I felt a tear on my cheek as the water was hitting my hands.
Life is shit.