Bella PoV

I walked the halls of Forks high slowly, setting a pace that most people would have stared at. They would have pointed and laughed, thinking, What a freak!

But I didn't even get freak.
I was practically invisible.

I thought that someone would notice me sometime, they'd run into me or something, but even when someone did run into me, he'd given me one look and then run after the other stupid jock he'd been chasing through the halls.

Edward Cullen.

He'd actually run into me.

And he'd noticed me.

And he'd looked at me.

I didn't have many friends, a girl called Angela who spent all her time in the library, and another girl called Jess, who'd disowned me as soon as she saw that I wasn't going to help her popularity.

I had a couple of boys that saw me; that liked me - but they just thought I was easy because I had tattoos, piercings.

Because in the movies, the gothic girl was the slut.

Not me.

I'd never even had a first kiss.

Of course, that isn't to say I'm not the gothic girl, the emo...

Its just that I'm a non-conformist.

And yeah, I cut, and I dont care what people think of me. It feels damn good, and I god damn like it. Sometimes.

Other times, I sit in my bathroom, slash my wrists and then break down crying and hugging my childhood teddy bear.

I was slowly getting sicker and sicker of people. Of life.

My own family hadn't even noticed.

When I got home from school everyday, Charlie was still at work. I stuffed my regulation black skinny jeans and tight, ripped black shirt under my bed, and put on a pink singlet and some bright shorts, and went and made dinner using my happy face.

And no-one ever suspected anything.

I should really become an actress.

There was one person that knew about my cutting - Jacob Black. We'd gone over to his place one night, and I was putting on my bubbly act, when we went to check out the Volkswagon he was building.

We were sitting under the light, messing around with some mechanics when he noticed my wrist. He grabbed it, but I was strong enough to pull away. I ran to Charlie and told him I wanted to go, and when we got home, I told him Jake had tried to harrass me.

We never went back.

But I refused to press charges.

So now I sat in Biology, next to Edward Cullen. He was chucking a football across the room to his mate, and his friend passed it back, even though we were supposed to be working.

It went a little long though, and Edward caught it, smaking my head in the process.

'Oh shit, I'm sorry,' he said genuinely. 'Are you ok?'

I nodded silently.

He held out a hand. 'Edward Cullen.'

I didn't do anything. He retracted his arm and then frowned.

'You're that girl I ran into, right?'

I nodded again.

'Wow, I never even noticed you sat next to me.'

They never do.