My name is Isabella Marie Swan, I'm 21 years old and currently working as a Columnist in Seattle.

My Father Charlie and my Mother Renee divorced when I was only 2 years old, Renee took me to live with her in Florida and we struggled, as years went by she slowly started leaving me alone more and more to fend for myself.

I felt like I was growing up just like Matilda had.

When I was 7 years old, My Mother had killed herself in our bath deciding life had become too difficult for her, I found her.

I'd been sent to live with my Father, Charlie and he'd been warned of my years of suffering from neglect. Charlie had blamed himself and struggled accepting how Renee had raised me for the years I'd been away from him, I struggled adjusting to my new life of having a Father wanting to care for me every day whilst managing to work as a Cop. I hid in my room at first, avoiding his company and reading in the closet for long hours away from day light and human contact.

Years of therapy and I slowly came out of my shell but I'd still struggle with life and my emotions from time to time.

That was until I found her, then everything changed.

Broken Bird

'Yeah, Dad, I heard you loud and clear' I complained through my mobile whilst rolling my eyes.

Dad was offered an increase in pay in his job so we moved to Seattle

'Now don't you think you're getting away with this so easily, Isabella Swan. I can practically hear your eye balls rolling at me' Charlie, my only parent demanded from me.

'Okay, D ..' My breath caught in my throat as I walked in towards the alleyway leading to my house, that wasn't the issue, what was the issue was that there stood a couple of feet away from me was a little girl, a little girl covered in filth, a bruised and naked little girl stood in the middle of the alleyway glaring at me.

Her little face peered up at me and as her lifeless green eyes found my shocked brown eyes, all hope was lost.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds assuming I was imagining this stressful situation, opening them slowly hoping that the little girl was no longer there, but there she stood.

'Bella?' I heard through my ear speaker, but I dropped my phone jumping slightly as the sight in front of me. I walked cautiously towards the little thing that stood in front of me; she noticed this and her eyes grew wider as she backed away.

She was assessing me, she was assessing whether to fight or flight.

'Hello' I said as gently as I could muster up 'My name is Bella'

She didn't respond but her head tilted slightly to the side, watching my behavior to determine if I were a threat or not, I had no idea how I was behaving so calm, most women would have ran towards her and swooped her up in their arms by now but I could tell she was not comfortable with that idea.

Her body shivered slightly so I instantly pulled my coat and jumper from my body as I was left only in my long shirt in the harsh winter weather, she looked to be much more cold than I would be, and I held them out towards her, her eyes squinted as if she were judging my behavior.

'You look cold, sweetie' I held my jumper out further as I walked closer 'I promise, I won't hurt you'

She didn't care about my promises but her body relaxed slightly as she grabbed the clothing harshly from my hands and then backed away, she looked to be about 4-5 years old. My clothes were far too big for her small skinny body and ended at her ankles.

She looked me in the eyes, she was adorable, even covered in those disgusting bruises and filth, all I could see were bright green eyes and filthy bronze hair, but it was so easy to get lost her in her lifeless green eyes.

'Can you tell me your name, sweetie?' I asked slowly

She looked me in the eyes and shook her head firmly no.

I need to call the cops; I thought of my Father instantly and pulled my phone from my pocket.

I speed dialed his number and he picked up instantly 'Bella, do you know what you've put me through just hanging up like that?' He demanded

'Dad, I need help!' I jumped in before he continued scolding me, her eyes watched me ever so closely.

'What's wrong?' He asked

'I'm on Parker Avenue heading through the alley and I just found a little girl all alone'

'Has she lost her parents, Bell?' His cop behavior kicking in instantly

I looked over to the little girl again, her bones had been showing through her naked form only moments ago and it looked like she hadn't received a bath, a good meal and a decent bed in a long time from the judge of her physical appearance.

'I don't know how to explain this to you, but you need to come and see for yourself, she really needs help'

Dad paused for a long while before speaking slowly 'Is she injured?'

'I think so' I said as I thought of her bruised naked frame earlier

'We're on our way' Dad spoke firmly before hanging up.

I looked towards the lifeless green eyes that were dull

'I'm not going to hurt you' I said gently but she still didn't move, she wasn't interested in anything it seemed.

Well, this is awkward.

'Can you talk?' I asked

She ignored my question and looked down towards her purple toes, her feet looked sore and freezing cold, I sat down on the floor in front of her, pulling my converse off.

She seemed fascinated in my actions all of a sudden, her lifeless green eyes slightly came to life as if I were a fascinating part of every day life, she watched intently as I pulled my purple socks from my feet and then pulled my converse back on my bare feet.

'Take these' I held the socks towards her, she looked from my eyes to my hand, once, twice, three time, until she eventually plonked herself down on her bum and pulled my way overly large socks on her feet.

They went up towards her knee caps and I was grateful they'd keep her legs slightly warm.

'Can you talk at all?' She stared at my face.

I wasn't sure what to say, I knew nothing about children and I wasn't even sure what to even say to her.

She was watching me still, ensuring I wasn't dangerous, I knew that Children who were abused felt more comfortable if you weren't standing taller than them, so I stayed sitting whilst she stood up in my socks, she liked this position and felt she had the upper hand, she could run if I came close.

I felt useless as I watched her little body.

'Evie' she muttered as a little beautiful voice snapped me out of my thoughts

'Evie?' I asked as my eyebrows pushed together

She sighed as if aggravated I was asking her again

'Evelyn Cullen' she stated confidently.

Holy fucking shit