Prologue
One more. Now another. Ok just one more and I'll stop. I need to stop. This isn't right. Oh but it helps me so much.
Suddenly the door opened, and there stood Charlie, staring at my arms, his face twisted in horror. "Bella what the hell are you doing"
The razor I held to my arm crashed to the floor. I continued to stare at my father's shocked face. How could I have done this to him? He didn't deserve this. He deserved better. Just like Edward deserver better. I wasn't good enough for anyone.
The last thing I remembered was the tears on Charlie's face before everything went black
