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Bella has always had a horrible life. Her parents fight, her mom cheats, she is unpopular, she is about to move and leave her friends, and she likes a certain guy that she hasn't ever even TALKED to. She is always falling for those kinds of guys. Anyone that will even take the chance to notice that someone is there. That she isn't invisible. Not caring why they did notice her. Just that someone did. Her mom is a bitch, her sister is only still in this world because of her family, and her brother is an easy forgiver. What will she do to cope? Regular pairings. All Human.
I hope that you people like this story, and I am glad if somebody likes it. I just feel glad that I can found this way to release all my secrets, without anybody knowing who I am. If you didn't know, this is based on my life, and everything in this is pretty much what happens in my life. Change your names, and then, hey, you know everything about me. Hope you guys like it. Read and Review please.
I woke up from my nap, and saw my sister, Rose, crying, looking at something, so I turned to see what it was.
I didn't know what was happening as I saw my parents yelling at each other, by the door, my mom with a suitcase in hand.
"Renee, please, don't leave…" my dad begged
"I can't stand it here! I'm not happy with you anymore," my mom said
"Don't, please. Just don't."
"I'm sorry. I have to."
"That's it though. You don't have to. So why are you? Why are you leaving your husband, let alone your own kids?" my father asked
"I told you. I'm not happy anymore. I have to leave. I'm sorry," My mom said, not looking the least bit sorry for what she was doing; she didn't even look sad.
How messed up.
I ran over to my parents, standing in between them. They didn't even notice my presence. They just stood there, still fighting.
Rosalie came over to me, pulling me away, while I struggled to get to my mother, not wanting her to leave.
How foolish I had been. I didn't know that I would hate my mother eventually.
That was 9 years ago. (AN: she is now 13)
I can barely remember it, but I can; Much to my displeasure.
When I was 4 years old, my parents split up; because my mother had no longer loved my father. He was torn and broken, and at that age I was too little to know the effect that my mother leaving had on him. I was too little to know that my mother didn't love me. I was too little to know that she left him for another man. James.
After Renee walked out that door, my dad was sitting on his knees, just staring at it. My sister ran over to my dad and hugged him, while he cried. He then got up slowly, with an empty look in his eyes, and walked towards his bedroom at the end of the hall.
He lent down to my sister, (AN: Rosalie was 8 years old. And Jasper was almost 3) and whispered to her, though I don't think he wanted to whisper…just that he couldn't find his voice, "I'm so sorry that I let this happen. I didn't try to make her stay, it's my fault. Would you please go and make sure that your brother and sister are okay?"
My sister just looked at him, still crying. Not because my mother had left us, but because our father was just so broken.
Rosalie did as she was asked, and walked over to me and my brother, knowing that he had NO idea what was going on, and didn't know that my mom was gone for good.
I knew that my father was sad when she left, and I knew that my sister was too. I could remember that.
I could remember that my dad loved his children with all of his heart. He used to paint me and Rose's toenails because he was the best at it.
I could remember he taught all of us to play baseball and football.
I could remember, me and my sister putting on fashion shows for my dad, because we liked to dress up.
I could remember my sister trying to find me something for my show and tell, and accidentally grabbing a real snake.
And I could remember that us kids stayed at my grandparents' house for a whole week because of that.
I wish that was all I could remember. Just the good times; but I wasn't so fortunate.
I could remember my dad, curled up on the bathroom floor, silently crying and staring at nothing. He was blank. Numb.
I could remember my sister walking in on my dad. He was sitting in his pitch black room, staring at the black pistol lying on the table.
I could remember my dad, when he woke up alone the next morning.
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I knew that my mom was gone, but I didn't know the meaning of her words when she said them. I didn't know the real reason why she left my dad and us kids. I didn't know that she didn't love me or anyone for that matter.
My brother and I thought that she was just going to work late, again.
We later found out that she really was gone. And we thought that she wasn't coming back. But she did. And she ruined our lives all over again.
AN: well, hoped you liked it. Review please!