Once upon a time, there lived a girl. She had the most wondrous of friends, and family. Absolutely everything was perfect, and nothing could bring down her happy good mood……

Ok, sorry about that, ha, and hear you thought you were gonna get a fairytale story, well, I can tell you that as the main character, my story is anything but fairytale.

Well, I suppose I should let you in on some of it, but most of it, is in the story, My name is Bella Swan, I live with my father, Charlie, and his son, Jesse in Forks, Washington. My mother died on the way to visit us. Oh yeah, My mother and father, are divorced. And up until I moved in with Charlie, my life was a fairytale.

Oh, I forgot one little detail; I cut.

Still there? Wow, I'm surprised, most people ditch after those last two little words.

Chances of you staying with this are slim, but read my story if you dare.

Let's start you off the day of my first year as a freshman. So roughly two years ago.

Bella's POV

"Bella!" My father called. I quickly get up, throwing on a sweater, and looking at the clock.

"Yeah?" I say dashing out of my bed room door, "What is it?"

"You are going to be late for your first day of school," My father smiles while fastening his gun holster, "I'm heading down to the station a little early, but the bus gets here in 30 minutes."

"Kay," I say turning around, and running up to the shower. I was anything but a morning person, but I couldn't wait to get to the bathroom, and have the house to myself. My brother Jesse was in weight lifting, so he left and hour and a half early.

"Bye Bells!" My dad called soon after I made it to the bathroom.

I smile, shutting and locking the bathroom door, I pull off the sweater quickly revealing the two day old scars, and sigh, running my fingers over them. They sting a little, but will heal well.

I looked farther down my arm the reminder of all the scars I had made in the last two months, they completely covered my arms, and upper legs, and shoulders. At least 400, that is, if my assumption was correct. I opened up the cabinet and reach in the back, grabbing a retainer case, concealing over 50 razors and a few exacto blades. I smile, sorting through them finding my weapon of choice. I choose just a regular replacement razor, the one I picked up in Phoenix.

I pick it up, wipe it off while sitting down, opening up my mind to all the things that happen. They hit my like a train, making my head spin.

And then I don't even really register what I'm doing, but the next thing I know, I'm in the shower, washing off the blood.

So much blood.

I smile again, and breathe, I can finally breathe, for the first time in two days. But I can't concentrate on that, I can only concentrate on hurrying up. I only had twenty minutes left.

I reluctantly turn the steaming water off, and jump out of the shower, quickly drying off, and throwing my hair up in a towel. I put my robe on, and dash off to my bedroom. I quickly pull out my plaid bra and panties, my purple plaid tank-top, a black tight fitting hoodie, my destroyed jeans, socks, and black converse. I threw them on haphazardly and dashed back to the bathroom. I look at the shirt, a laugh, I pulled out the one with daggers all over it, of course it looked like lightning, according to anyone who noticed, and I was fine with that.

I throw on some eyeliner, blow dry my curly brown locks, and straighten my bangs. Then run my fingers through it, and spray hairspray on it. Then quickly brushing my teeth

I very cautiously pick out my earrings and put them in, then walk out of the bathroom and pick up my back pack, and walk out the front door, after locking it. Waiting outside for the bus was better.

Normally people were nervous going to the first day of school, especially in a new school, with people you don't know. But I was a good actress. A very good actress. I only slipped when someone pinches new scars, or slaps them, but I cover quickly. I put my headphones on, and turn my mp3 player on, blasting some Devil wears Prada, and relaxing.

Soon after I walk outside the bus pulls up, I get on without hesitation. There are several people on the bus, including a cluster of five people, they are all staring at me with wild eyes.

I smile at them, and turn my music up, walking almost up to them, and then sitting in the seat in front of them, letting them know, that I was not scared of them in the least.

Alice's POV

The Buzz of Jesse Swan's little sister coming to school had been running since last May, and today she was finally here.

We were on the bus all in separate seats, and looking out the windows provided, when I got a vision. **Isabella was laying on the floor, blood pooled around her, and a chilling smile on her face.**

I shivered out of it. And looked to Edward to see if he got that. Which of course he did.

Speaking overtly quiet as not to alert the humans, we conversed about what to do, when all of the sudden, a wave of fresh blood sent hit us. We all stare at her like wild animals, she seems to be surprised by something. Then she turns up her music, and walks toward us, sitting in the seat in front of us. Edward looks like he's about to pounce, but I send him the vision again, and he sobers up. Not breathing.

I'll have to admit she does smell quite amazing, in fact, so amazing, I feel like I'm going to pounce. I look around, and see similar expressions on everyone's faces.

I whisper in an octave the humans can't hear, "She smells better than anything I've ever smelled before, and the fresh blood doesn't help. Does anyone else notice that?"

I get four simultaneous head nods before they finally really snap out of the draw to her.

The bus ride could not have been longer, As soon as it stopped we made a mad rush to get out of there, and of course she still managed to get up before us, and walk exceptionally slow in front of us. Edward let out a slight growl to himself, only we could hear it, to low pitched for the humans. Then another Vision it me.

**She turned on her heal and walked out of the bus, slipping and falling….**

Edward still had a dazed look on his face, then he shot up to the front of the bus, and caught her as she fell, standing her up right, saying, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," she said, flinching ever so slightly, and if I wasn't a Vampire I wouldn't have seen it. After longer than what was socially acceptable he let go.

She walked off, shaking her head. I laughed ever so slightly, The chemistry was there for sure. We finally got off that retched bus, and out into clean, fresh air, breathing deep we headed off to our first class, For me it was American Government, I was posing as a freshman, and so was Edward. Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett were posing as sophomores, so they got on another bus, and drove to the High School.

I walked in to the school, anticipating the torture of the next four years.