Ok i know i have another story going for you guys but it's easier for me to concentrate when I can do multiple stories and the other one is linked to my role-playing, or how i would like to role-play with a Bella.

This story comes from my imagination and listening to a lot of depressing songs which lead me to this and also i like being depressing :P

Isabella Marie Hale

Angel's are real. Every once in a while they fly down to earth, and try to make one person happy. But they have to take something too. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The Angels were all beautiful in so many ways. And they were dangerous. They brought you so much happiness then crushed your dreams, just to make you wish why you weren't happy in the first place.

The memory of the only time my mother talked to me – that i remember – brought tears to my eyes and i wiped them fearsly. It wouldn't do well to show Jacob I was upset. He only made it worse.

I had spent all of my life in this hell whole, the orphanage my parents had left me in on my fifth birthday. I was the only one who knew my parents here. I pity the others, all they've known is Jacob and Sam.

I was the good cop, I stopped the young ones from getting into trouble, even if it meant getting me into more trouble. I wouldn't allow these men to do the same things to them. No one had said no to them for me, so i had to for the kids.

I will always love you sweety, always remember that, we're leaving now but we'll come back soon, I promise once everything is sorted i'll come back for you.

Thats what my mother told me when she left me here. I waited, and waited, on my seventh birthday I learnt not to trust adults. She hadn't come back for me.

"Stop your crying Isabella." My seventh birthday was also the day i found out Sam's true colours. He slapped me across the face and i let out a whimper.

"I told you your worthless." He spat at me and i whimpered "I'll show you how worthless you are." He growled as he ripped at my clothes, that first time I didn't know what was happening, it wasn't until the pain that i fought back against him and he hit me, "your worthless" he whispered in my ear.

I sighed when i stopped thinking of it. I clutched at my stomach remembering all the pain. I looked down at my feet as Jacob came into the room, his dark eyes bright and challenging. I had learnt not to fight. So he pushed me down to the floor hovering over me. As i refused to look until he grabbed my jaw.

Jasper Whitlock Hale

I could still sense the tension. Last week had been Bella's birthday. And Alice was hit hard, which meant I was too. She snuggled herself up to me her eyes closed as she tried not to remember. Even now it hurt her.

"Why did you give out baby up! We could have protected her!" I had shouted at her rage boiling inside me as she told me what she had done. To our daughter.

"I was scared Jazz! I love her you know that but i needed to. I need to know she's safe!"

Not soon after that row almost 12 years ago, the family had moved away from our daughter, I still thought of her as mine. She wasn't being raised by me. She was no longer mine because of the woman i loved.

Of course, now we were moving back to our old house. Alice couldn't take being away from her daughter anymore, even her scent.

Alice would never admit it but she kept running into Bella's old room, and she would try and memorize her scent. Each time the smell got tainted by alice. And each time Alice wailed and the whole house could hear