I fell to the ground, my palms skidding on the cement causing a burning sensation to run up my arms.
"Stop" I demanded, but it was no use, he wasn't going to listen to me. Who was I? The freak who believed in Vampires, that's all, the loser of the school. He wasn't going to stop at all.
"Hey Freak. Where are your friends? Oh, that's right… you don't have any."
He kicked me brutally in the stomach as I let out a small cry of pain. He smiled, and then slowly kneeled down. I tried rolling away but his greasy hands were already pushing on my ribs causing me to open my eyes in panic.
"What are you going to do now?" He asked me while pressing harder on my ribs. It was starting to get hard to breath. "I know. Why don't you summon your friends, the Cold Ones" He spat.
That's when the tears began. He always knew how to stuff the knife where it hurt. The truth was, they wouldn't come, and I knew that. Not because they didn't exist. Oh no, I knew they existed, but because they had left; left the town, left our school, and left… me.
Six months… that's how long it's been since I last saw the Cullen's. After Bella was changed when Edward came back from Voltura; Edward and she had to move away so she could learn to control her blood lust. Alice was crushed. When I moved here, she never talked to anyone. Being the only one left in High School she always sat alone.
One day I finally gained the courage to talk to her, but Alice hardly talked.
Later that night I was walking through the woods by my house when some werewolves from Sam's pack surrounded me. They heard I was seen talking to her and so they decided to "check it out" because I was the first person to speak to her in weeks. I was terrified to say the least, and couldn't believe that the wolves were actually men. They kept pushing me for answers, but I had none. Finally with promises of a "check-up" they left me, a sobbing mass on the brink of insanity on the forest floor.
After that night I stopped speaking… I didn't know what to do, what to say. What was real anymore? Alice noticed this and soon she got a vision of me ending my life. She stopped me and gave me the answers I was looking for. Soon after that, we were inseparable; she was my best friend, and the one person in the world I could go to, she kept me sane and kept the wolves away. But then… they left.
Mark jerked his hands harder which caused me to snap out of my memory and cry out in pain, I should've been used to it, he beat on me almost daily because I refused to tell him where the Cullen's were. Truth be told I would prefer the pain over anyone ever finding out. It was the only thing I could do to protect them from the werewolves.
"TELL ME!" Mark screamed, an inch from my face.
"Never" I whispered. A small look of irritation flashed across his face, but slowly it seeped out and I could only see his cruel smile and dark eyes.
"Fine, but don't think you're getting away with nothing… maybe a couple cracked ribs will change your mind?" I screamed out in anguished pain when he brought his fisted hand down hard onto my ribs. After a couple of hits he stood up and began to walk away.
I groaned on the pavement clutching my aching body while attempting to breath. "Never" I groaned again quietly to myself; false comfort. Mark heard me and stopped dead in his tracks, whipping around. Walking back towards me, he gripped my hair using it to force me up.
"They will never come back for you, I know it, and so do you. So why defend them? Why not just tell me where they were headed, so that we can get a couple wolves after them? Isn't that what you want? Revenge?" He spat angrily in my face, his hand now tightly gripping my neck.
I shook my head no.
"Why the hell not!" he yelled while throwing me back onto the pavement. He slowly gathered himself and walked towards me again. Placing his hand back on my neck he continued to squeeze until I could no longer breathe.
"Is this what you want? We all know you wanted to become one of them, dead. So what is so different about being permanently dead?" he squeezed harder.
I began to struggle but he put his knee on my ribs causing me to cringe in pain. The black started to surround the corners of my eye-sight. "You'll finally have what you want? Is that it? Wasn't that why they left you in the first place? So you wouldn't die? Ironic… isn't it?"
The sounds around me began numbing down into soft whispers as I felt myself being tossed to the cement. I tried opening my eyes but everything was blurry. A figure appeared above me but I couldn't focus enough to see the face. God please let him be done I thought to myself before I saw the figure bend down. I instinctively curled myself into a ball and awaited my next beating.
I could feel my consciousness slipping and as I closed my eyes I swore I could feel inhumanly cool hands wiping the hair off my face before I succumbed and drifted to sleep.