I Do Not Own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse or Breaking Dawn or any of there characters.

Chapter 1

I woke up from my 4 hour sleep. It was 7 a.m. Monday morning and I stayed up all night doing the usual. Listening to music and staring at the small plastic bag filled with white powder. It's not like I asked for it. He just gave it too me, thinking I might sniff it. I don't know if I will. Chances are low. But that's what I said about me going all emo and punk after he left and look where I am now. Wearing dark colours all the time, listening to different music, being reckless, slitting my wrists. Not that anybody knows. But that's how I deal with my pain. My pain that was caused by Edward. He left because I wasn't good enough for him. Wasn't pretty enough, wasn't smart enough…and the list goes on. A tear shed and ran down my face. I swept it away before I broke down in tears. I stood up and forgot everything and focused on getting ready for school.

I got up and brushed my long dark hair. I quickly straightened my bangs that framed my paper white face and brushed my teeth. I got dressed in a pair of Black Denim Skinny Jeans, a tight, white tee-shirt with the words "Feel The Music" on them in black scribbled letters and a black, long sleeved cardigan with my black Converse All-Star High Tops. It surprisingly wasn't very cold out today, but I still took my black jacket with a fur hood. I had about another half-hour. I scratched at the scabs on my wrist from my previous cuttings 'till it started to bleed. The blood made me dizzy so I grabbed the blood-stained wash cloth out of my drawer and pressed it to my wrist as I felt the sting I adored. I felt really weak and dizzy. Dizzy from the blood and weak because I haven't eaten since dinner on Saturday. Whatever. Im not hungry. Or at least not hungry enough to eat. I grabbed the plastic bag off the night stand and shoved it in my back pocket. It might be useful. For when I'm sad and depressed like I always am. I stared at the clock. It was 8 a.m. I grabbed my black and white tote bag with all my homework and left for school.

I'm reckless, I wear dark colours, I slit my wrists, I don't eat, I don't sleep, I hate my life, I look like I'm dead ( Chalky white skin as pale as paper with dark circles under my dark brown eyes. Yeah. I seriously do), and somewhere in the near future, I will probably be involved in drugs. Some fucked up kid I am.

Sorry 'bout the swearing there. Nothing else really sounded right. So ya. This is my new story and after the Cullens left, Bella turned to everything bad. Eating disorders, drugs, self-inflicted wounds………I know it doesn't sound good so far but I promise it gets better! Anyway. On The next chapter, you willnotice that the way I tell the story will be waaayyy different. This chapter was more of a filler on how Bella saw herself. But the next chapter will be the actual story and..I don't know how to explain it. Well whatever! The point is, the way that Bella tells the story may be different.

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