SUMMARY: Bella moved to forks in her sophomore year (for the same reason as in twilight) she quickly became mikes girl friend , mike soon started hitting her, and Bella made some friends on a teen help site she went to. The Cullen's(yes they're vamps)move to town during her senior year, help arrives, but will Bella get her happily ever after, or killed?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bella, or mike, or any other recognizable characters…well except for Emma and Ash, but you already knew that…I don't own Daughtry either

As I said goodbye to Mike, I held my right arm as gingerly as possible and I walked into the house. I hoped Charlie, my father, wasn't home, if he saw the bruise on my cheek, he'd be worried, then again, he'd just think I had "fallen" again.

I walked slowly up the stairs, each step slightly painful, and leaning against the rail, I got to the landing and walked towards my room glad, that Mike had a boy's night tonight. Mike has been my boyfriend for a year, ever since I moved to his dreary town of Forks. He was great…for a while, and then he started getting angry about my incompetence. After a while, he just snapped, and lashed out-both verbally and physically.

I know he loved me though. Every time it happens-which is getting more and more common now-he feels horrible afterwards, and apologizes profusely, a lot of girls at school are really jealous because he brings me flowers and chocolate to school, he even had a bouquet of a dozen yellow roses delivered to me during Trig.

I shook myself out of my mental revere, then sighed and flopped onto my bed, and winced at the action: flopping, not smart. I wanted to cry, but knew I couldn't, if Charlie came home to find me crying, I'd be in trouble, and if he found out about Mike, I shuddered, and cringed again. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks, and takes his job very seriously, it's his "wife and family" as my mother once said.

Its funny isn't it? Can't you just hear the people talk? The police chief's daughter is beat up by her boyfriend! So my secret is mine and Mike's alone, I laughed aloud, that sounded so tragic love story! Anyways, Mike truly does love me, I'm just too clumsy, and I mess up a lot…but I love him too…right? Oh, gosh, I need help, badly.

I walked over to my computer and logged on, maybe Renée had sent me another E-mail, and I could gush about Mike and pretend he's sweet and romantic-like he was last year-when we first started going out. It is fun to pretend that it's the truth. Besides Renée is too wrapped up to notice how fake I must sound in Phil, her new five year younger, husband. I popped in one of my CD's into the disk drive without really paying attention to what it was, and let it play as background noise.

As I shot down the millions of pop-ups that had accumulated on the homepage, I saw an AD that caught my attention, a site called, (AN - NOT A REAL SITE!!) it was a teen help site, so I clicked the link, thinking, if nothing else I can check it out…as the home page slowly loaded, I heard the song playing from the CD, it was one of the CD's I'd burnt that kind of illustrated my relationship with Mike, they all had some obscure meaning that fit my purpose for the CD. It was the song by Chris Daughtry, "It's Not Over".

I was blown away.
What could I say? It all seemed to make sense.
You've taken away everything,
And I can't deal with that.

I waited impatently for the screen to load, and started humming along with the song.

I try to see the good in life,
But good things in life are hard to find.
We'll blow it away, blow it away.
Can we make this something good?
Well, I'll try to do it right this time around.

I smiled slightly as the site finally finished loading, it seemed legit... and it couldn't really hurt anything...

Let's start over.
I'll try to do it right this time around.
It's not over.
'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me,
But you're the only one.
It's not over.
I opened the sign-up page, and paused…
Taken all I could take,
And I cannot wait.
We're wasting too much time
Being strong, holding on.
Can't let it bring us down.

I couldn't use my real name…I've seen what happens to people who use their acutal contact information on these things... freaky 80 something stalkers...

My life with you means everything,
So I won't give up that easily.
I'll blow it away, blow it away.
Can we make this something good?
'Cause it's all misunderstood.
Well, I'll try to do it right this time around.

I wanted a name with meaning, a name that fit me…my situation

Let's start over.
I'll try to do it right this time around.
It's not over.
'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me,
But you're the only one.
It's not over.
We can't let this get away.
Let it out, let it out.
Don't get caught up in yourself.
Let it out.

I thought for a few minuets before looking at my big multi-lingual dictionary.

Let's start over.
I'll try to do it right this time around.
It's not over.
'Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killing me,
But you're the only one.
It's not over.

I chose ­ Amant de Désastre, or "disaster magnet" it seemed...fitting for me, I attracted all the bad things within a ten mile radius of Forks, it was a special...talent of mine

Let's start over.
It's not over, yeah...
This love is killing me,
But you're the only one.
It's not over.

The moment I logged in I got a request to chat message, and, unable to think of a reason not to, accepted.

TAPT has entered the chat room

La Salle Gosse has entered the chat room

Amant de Désastre has entered the chat room

TAPT: HEY IM EMMA

TAPT: MY SCREEN NAME MEANS "LOST"

La Salle Gosse: I'm ash, mine means the brat

Amant de Désastre: I'm Bella…mine means

Tapt: BELLA, WE'RE HERE TO HELP YOU, and I know it sounds odd, but you can trust us.

The conversation was awkward for a few minuets, but both admitted to looking for interesting translations of screen names and thought it was kind of funny that I had done something similar, and suddenly it all came spilling out, the stuff about Mike, my dad, just everything.

And so started the beautiful friendship between Emma, Ash, and myself. After only that one conversation, we were closer than close, I knew I could tell them anything, and after a while I started sending pictures of the bruises and stuff, they were my best friends, I found out that Emma's last name was Lee, and Ash's was Lyn, they were cousins, and both had break downs, and had the choice of a place called the Pavilion (AN: which is an asylum type thing for teens that I heard about from a friend…) which apparently isn't the most enjoyable place to be, or join and help with a teen help site. But Em was perfectly sane…till people got violent…she had issues with violence; Ash was really kind, and more patient than Em, she was just a tad bit… okay, she was wacko, but that didn't matter. We never talked bout where we lived or stuff like that, just Mike, and stuff going on at home and with our friends. For once I finally had people I could talk to, people who I didn't have to pretend with, people who knew, and cared…and it was good.

AN: okay, so here's my... third attempt at doing this story, I've found almost all my old chapters, and he some new stuff, so I'm gonna have up a couple more chapters today, enjoy!