AN: This is my first story so keep in mind I'm new to this. Please no flames, and review por favor.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the characters are hers, but my ocs are mine.
Life as I knew it changed with a few simple actions a child should never see. At three years old my parents were murder in our home in front of me. They spared me leaving me with a few words even a three year old could understand. They weren't done it would end with me because so how it started with me. I remember holding my teddy and just starting down at my parent's bodies. Even then I knew that they weren't going to wake up. I don't remember how long I stood there but when my sister got home she saw them and just started to scream that how the police were called. A neighbor had hard my sister Bella. The days following that pasted in a blur the funeral, the police talking to me trying to find out what I knew. I told them what I knew but I also knew they would never believe a three year old girl. I was right they didn't. My sister and I didn't have any other family other than each other but yet she wouldn't even look at me. She blamed me a three year old for our parent's deaths she was eleven and she was blaming me. Even at three I knew when people were mad but I was still too little to know what hate was. But my sister sure did teach me that and now looking back on it I am thankful for it.
We were placed in foster care. Or as I now call it hell on earth. Within a few days a family can and looked at Bella they loved her. The next morning she was gone my big sister had just walked out of my life. I remember asking my foster mother where she was all I got was a slap to the face and words that I soon became part of my life. You weren't wanted you never were. It's your fault you're so stupid. Those were cut me deep somewhere I guess I knew they weren't true but I couldn't help but believe them.
This was my life different families but always the same thing verbal and physical abuse. It was never too bad but I knew it could always get worse. I soon lost a childhood every child deserves. Years of this piled up and the concepts of hope and love were so foreign to me that at times I struggled to even know they were real. I had few memories of my real family but they were so full of hate and anger that they were only a source of pain. I held only three things from my real home a picture of my family, a locket with family pictures, and my teddy. I had always hope thing would change and they did.
When I turned eight I was transferred to a new "family" in Settle. They were wonderful on paper but when I saw them I knew they were just like the rest. I was wrong they were worse. The abuse was ten times as bad. The only good thing was that during the day they didn't care what I did as long as I wasn't in trouble with the law. Wondering around one day I found a boxing club for all ages. This is what saved me. This is were I knew who I could be. This was were I met a man who proved to me that not all people are bad. This is were Annabelle None formerly known as Annabelle Swan became a person. This is my story.