A/N: Hey guys! This story is NOT based on the song. I decided to write this, and NO I will not give any details as to what it's about, you'll just have to read and see. I will be updating once a week, every Friday there will be an update, I say Friday because it's my 'me' day and the day I choose to write! If by chance I won't be able to update the next week I will let you all know through an A/N in the most recent chapter. Anyway, please read, review, or send me a PM!
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This is the Story of a Girl
Chapter 1: Still Living
On the morning of July 12th 2001, a young girl, age 16, awoke to the sounds of the birds chirping. She sighed and got out of bed, "Today is the day" She murmured under her breath as she went to her bathroom. She heard her mother moaning and figured yet another man was over. She turned on the hot water and pulled stripped her pajamas. She threw them in the hamper and then got into the shower. "Why are you doing this Samantha?" She asked herself, and then she heard it…the scream of a man in pain. "Oh yea…that's why…" She whispered as she looked at the scars that littered her stomach and arms, the whip her mother had was used on her quite frequently.
Washing her hair and body Samantha sighed when she had finished. She got out of the shower and turned off the water. Wrapping herself up in a towel, she walked over to the sink. She pulled out her blow dryer and plugged it in. She looked in the mirror at her small frame. She was a little girl, weighing around 95 pounds and standing at 5 foot exactly. She looked at her blue eyes, they use to be so bright, so happy, and then her father passed away, compliments of her mother, and from that day her eyes only show sadness and despair. She started to brush her long black hair, which came down to just under her breasts. Being that she is so little she is also flat chested, and no guy has ever been interested in her.
When her hair was dry she pulled out her curling iron and curled her hair to look really pretty, she then looked at her pale white skin. She began to run lotion all over herself before walking to her closet, which is located in her bathroom, and she pulled out her black, knee length dress, and slipped it on. She then slipped on a black thong and some open toed heels. When she was dressed she brushed her teeth and pulled out the little makeup she had. She put on some silver eye shadow as well as black eyeliner. She then found her light pink lip gloss and put a bit of that on as well. She grabbed a razor blade and then went to her room, she grabbed her clutch and placed the razor blade into her clutch.
When she was all dressed and ready she took one final look at herself in the mirror, she called out "I'll be home later!" To her mother, knowing she wouldn't get a reply she walked out of her house and down the road to the park. She found an empty bench and pulled from her clutch a pen and paper, she began to write.
To whoever finds me,
Hello there, my name is Samantha Ray Smith. I was 16 years old. My mother started to abuse me after she murdered my father. You see, I had a happy childhood that is until I turned 4 years old, on that day my mother shot my father, in my room in front of me. The death of my father was hard on me, but not nearly as hard on me as my mother was. She would whip me, and at the age of 6 she had one of her friends come over….he…he raped me that night.
You see, my life had changed so much I decided, that on my 16th birthday ((July 12th 2001)) I would kill myself. I don't know why I waited so long, but that day is here. The only problem is, I am 8 months pregnant with a little girl. I know that with the death of myself it will kill my little girl, but I don't want to raise her in a world where my mother will hurt her.
She paused in her writing, wiping a tear from her eye and placing her hand on her stomach. With a soft sigh she began to write once more.
If by chance I am found and my daughter is delivered, please do not give her to her father or her grandmother. Her grandmother, my mom, paid a guy to get me pregnant. She did this because she wanted another child to 'play' with. I just know it. If found and my daughter is managed to be saved, please name her 'Liana Ray Smith' and as she gets older, to her new parents, please tell her that her mommy loves her…and is watching over her every day from heaven.
Sincerely,
Samantha Ray Smith
Reading over the letter Samantha started to cry once more, she pulled the razor blade from her clutch and swiftly slit both of her wrists. As her world began to fade, the blood rushing from her wounds, she heard the cries of a desperate young man telling her to hold on. Samantha began to fade fast, the Man rushed over to her and began to put pressure on the wounds with his shirt. He called 911 and read the letter. With a gasp he quickly told the paramedics that she had come from an abusive home as well. When the paramedics arrived, they thought there would be no hope for the young dying girl, but worked on her and worked to save her, and her baby.
As soon as they got to the hospital they rushed Samantha into surgery, and not only saved her life, but delivered little Liana. The cries of the infant filled the room and the doctors saw that Samantha had begun to fight harder for her life. Samantha, even in her deep state of unconsciousness, heard the cries of her baby. 'Why am I alive? My baby? No! I can't die! I have to be a good mother for my little one.' Determined to live, Samantha slowly awoke shortly after Liana had been born. Samantha had a tube down her throat and felt the grip of a stranger on her hand, she heard him talking. "Come on Samantha, I know you don't know me, but I want to help you…" the man called Jake kept repeating.
Slowly Samantha opened her eyes, she began to panic at the tube in her throat. "Shhh, its okay" Jake soothed as he paged the nurse. The nurses and doctors rushed in and removed the tube from her throat. Samantha looked at the man, he had shoulder length brown hair, and beautiful green eyes. "Why didn't you let me die?" She asked, her voice raspy from the tube in her throat.
"Because, Liana needs you, and you don't deserve to die, there are social workers outside who are willing to place you in a home with your daughter." Jake replied.
"No…I'm to broke, Liana needs someone else…someone stronger." Samantha whispered as she played with the new stiches on her wrists.
"Your mother has been arrested…" Jake said suddenly. It was then Samantha noticed his police uniform.
Samantha began to cry tears of joy, hearing that her mother was arrested, and behind bars. Jake smiled at the young mother and suddenly Samantha started to say, "Where is Liana? My baby? Where is she?" looking around the hospital room franticly she saw the door open, and in walked a nurse, holding a little pink bundle.
"Someone wants to meet her mommy" The nurse said with a soft smile. Samantha's tears continued to fall from her eyes as her little girl was placed into her arms. "She is 19 inches long, and 6 pounds, very healthy for her size." The nurse said softly.
Samantha nodded and the nurse and Jake left the room, a few moments later a tall blonde woman walked into the room. Samantha didn't take the time to take in the woman's appearance, as she was holding her daughter. "Hi there, I'm sorry to bother you dear, but my name is Carol, I am with social services. I have been looking for foster homes for you and your daughter and I have only found one. They have 5 teenagers and they are willing to take you and your little one in." Carol said softly.
"Can…can you tell me about them please?" Samantha asked.
"Yes, but before I tell you about the family I have to tell you, they are in Forks Washington" she paused and then continued, "Carlisle Cullen, is a doctor at the hospital in Forks, his wife Esme Cullen, is an interior designer in Seattle. They have 5 teenagers, Edward Cullen; he is 17, Emmet Cullen, he is 19. Alice Cullen, she is the same age as you. Then there is Rosalie Hale, she is 19 just like Emmet, and lastly there is Jasper Hale he and Rosalie are twins, so that makes him 19 as well." Carol said softly.
"But if they are in Forks…then…how am I…" Samantha began to speak but was interrupted when the door burst open and a pixie like person ran in.
"Hi! I'm Alice! And we are going to be sisters!" the one called Alice said, she was practically vibrating in excitement. Then a calmer blonde haired boy walked in, and in a voice with a hint of southern twang to it spoke "Alice, Darlin' calm down, your scarin' her and the baby." He smiled at Samantha "I'm Jasper, but you can call me Jazz" he added.
Samantha just nodded, feeling overwhelmed. Then three more people walked in and Carol spoke "They were in town when you got admitted, Carlisle is friends with the chief surgeon here."
Samantha simply nodded and looked at the boy with messy bronze hair and emerald green eyes. He smiled at her when he noticed her staring "Hello, I'm Edward" he said, his voice sounded like velvet. "This is Rosalie," he said, and pointed to a stunning blonde, who could have been a model, then pointing to Emmet, a big man who scared her a bit, "this is Emmet, our big teddy bear" Edward said in his velvet voice.
"I…I'm Samantha…..this is Liana…um Im sorry but why are you all in my room?" Samantha asked and gestured to the small hospital room, which seemed even smaller with all these people in it. She took note of Alice and Jasper holding hands, and Rosalie and Emmet holding hands as well.
"Our father told us to come meet you while he and our mother filled out paperwork to get you and your daughter under their care, don't worry, you will still be the primary care giver for your little girl." Rosalie spoke.
Samantha simply nodded and waited until she saw the two who must have been Carlisle and Esme walk into her room. The whole family was beautiful and Edward, Alice and Emmet all had their fathers hair and their mothers eyes. "You must be Carlisle and Esme" Samantha said softly, and as her daughter started to cry she noted a nurse enter the room with a bottle, passing the bottle to the new mother the nurse then left, a glare on her face.
"Yes, that would be us. I apologize for us being so far away, but you will have everything you ever need, or could ever want, in Forks." Esme said.
Samantha was a bit standoffish with the mother of the family, afraid to be hurt by yet another mother she decided to keep her distance from her. "It's fine…" She replied shortly.
A/N- I do hope you all liked the first chapter of 'This is the Story of a Girl' please don't forget to hit the review button and tell me what you think! Next chapter will be posted on Friday, though it might be a day or two sooner, depending on my schedule, but if it's not posted it will be up by Friday!