I am Isabella, known by Bella to basically everyone. I am 17 years old and the best way I can think of to describe me as is plain. You know those people that everyone stares at flummoxed by their beauty and intelligence? Yeah um that's not me. I blend in in high school no one notices no one cares and I really can't complain, there was this girl called Lauren and she was noticed her natural beauty made people nervous and they starting finding flaws, and she started finding blades. She's dead now a cold hard lump of carbon in the ground but I don't worry. I used to briefly speak to her and I knew it was coming, I could see it in her eyes. The spark had all but disappeared. I couldn't tell anyone of course because no one really listens to the loners who eat their lunch in trees. School is my jail, trapped. Words never leave my lips for fear of judgement. I don't get called out in class, the teachers glance over at me from time to time, but they move on the students only a statistic. A statement.

I hear people whisper about Lauren from time to time whispering about the cruel things they once said, fake regret placed firmly on their made up faces. I went to Lauren's funeral like everyone did. The fake tears, and the lies of love sickened me, because I knew what they said "you lost your virginity at 14 slut" rang through my mind as the fake sobbing continued. If only they had known what they were saying at the time. Her virginity wasn't given it was taken. By her stepfather, who was also weeping sobbing like a mad man. The real reason why he was sobbing was he would miss the pain he was able to inflict upon not just her body but her soul. Lauren committed suicide and I can realize why. Pain is a overload of emotion and when the thin wall keeping it from seeping in shatters you are doomed.

Well my life isn't a waste like Lauren's, it is drab, and boring. A endless circle of misery, where I come home from school to find dad passed out on the couch with a empty bottle of Jack resting silently beside him. It's weird what a liquid can do isn't it? It can slowly drain the life out of you, dragging out the love you shared for people. I took a couple of swigs anyway, grimacing at the burning down my throat. "Liquid courage" I uttered speaking the first words of today. The phone rang signifying the annual call that my mother bestowed on me. " Hello" I whispered into the phone hoping she had hung up, but no. The rambling started, the consistent talk of money, costume jewelry and love, I zoned out replying when ever I thought it needed to happen. "- well dear that is absolutely fabulous I shall be on my way" I gasped trying to think of what to say, but the familiar dial tone appeared and I sighed looking at the dump I was living in, beer bottles, shot glasses and pizza boxes littered the floors, the walls once ocean blue in shade where now just dirty brown, the photos that hung on the walls smothered in dust and grease. A lone tear escaped from my muddy brown eyes knowing mum would drag me out by the heels if she saw my dad's house in this state.

I love my mother, I really do but she is over protective and stubborn. She tries when we go out to draw as much attention as possible to herself, to grab a new man. She often uses me as bait dressing me in tight things and push up bras. I supposed she realized I was cramping her style so when I reached 17 She shipped me here. To the sleepy town of forks. Not to mention she stresses a lot. About everything, which would stress my dad out, and world war three would start. Still, the clearing began the tons of empty bottles removed, the walls cleaned, the photo's became gleaming. Now the last thing to do. The hardest. Wake my father. Dad was shot in the spine working for the army. I suppose he never got over it because when I do wake him, tears pool in his eyes and he puts on a fake smile. This time I have to wake him. I shake him whispering soothing words as the tears begin to pool "Hey Bells, you need something" I shook my head, and frowned knowing this would make him even more sad." Mum's coming dad." His brows knitted together but got up and dragged himself to the shower. As he lumbered up the stairs he groaned rubbing his head slightly "it looks good Bells." One more tear escaped. I never in a million years could I leave him. I rushed upstairs grabbing a dress and heels.

Mum hated me in jeans and converse it was her peeve, and I was sure to play by the rules around her. The doorbell rang, and I heard the shower turn of. I walked down carefully and opened the door to the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Violet eyes, dark long luxurious hair and skin so pale looking it shone, he stared right back and I wondered what he thought. I was brought out of my attraction to this man by the familiar noise of my mothers high heeled boots on the cobble walk "Hello darling" she said as she pulled me into a tight squeeze "This is my man friend Aro" I didn't have time to think, my father was thundering down the stairs. He looked like my dad now, he looked almost free. "Um dad meet Aro mum's man friend" I fell into his violet eyes again, mesmerized by their stunning beauty

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