A/N: I'm new to this whole thing. I had an idea that i just had to fly with because i do not think anyone else would think it and dare to try. Here I go. Reviews and story ideas are more than welcome. All credit to Stephanie Meyer, except the plot because its allll mine *evil laugh*
WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SUGGESTIONS OF RAPE,DEPRESSION AND TEEN PREGNANCY. IF YOU ARE AGAINST ANY/ALL PLEASE DO NOT READ!
Welcome to my twisted mind :)
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So this is what rock bottom feels like. It really is the empty hole we all thought it was.
They all say the same pathetic thing: I thought he loved me, I thought we were together forever, I thought he was The One.
Well I'm here to tell you that's just not going to happen.
There is no such thing as Love. It's all a giant haze of lust that people fall under because that's the way they were taught when they were young. From all the Cinderella and princess fairy tales trying to find Prince Freaking Charming to T.V. shows and movies. I used to believe like all the other naive teenagers in High School. I fell under the same trap and it lead me here, into the dark corner of hell I'm currently residing. i used to have hope and dreams of marriage, that is until he broke my heart.
i have nothing left.
Mike was my life. For a year and half we were together and i used to think it was the best time of my life. I always had someone to run to when my family problems would rear their ugly head.
My parents are divorced, have been since before i can even remember. I live with my Mom, or rather I live in my Mom's house since i hardly ever see her. She's always to busy with her next boyfriend. I only ever see her Monday nights for our "Family dinner" with her current boyfriend of that week.
Other than that i can pretty much do anything i want. I have all the money. My dear Grandfather loved me and left me with an extremely large amount of money for when i turn eighteen. But even so my mom gets money from all her rich boyfriends which she mostly leaves lying around the house for me to take, which i do, constantly. It's not like she ever realizes its missing.
Charlie, my Father, on the other hand lives in a Podunk town called Forks in Washington, miles and miles away from Phoenix where i live. When i was little i used to visit, but that stopped after my fourth birthday because my mom was tired of the hassle of flying with me all of two times a year. After that Charlie called for holidays, but eventually even that stopped, for reasons i do not know but neither to i care. You do not just stop contact with your only daughter. As far as im concerned i do not have a Father, or even Mother. i have a Renee and Charlie.
That is why I'm broken now. Mike was all i had left to look forward to. He was the only one who cared anymore. But even he got tired of me.
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BellaPOV
I'm just floating along now. Looking for a reason. A sign from above telling me what to do. Before the thought could even be completed a flier hits me in the face as I'm walking to class.
It's neon yellow with big, bold letters across it. "Homecoming Party!" Of course, i should've realized. Peter always has huge parties for any given occasion.
This one says It's for Homecoming. Funny thing is that it's actually the party he always has right after summer to get rid of all the left over alcohol he has collected. The only reason he puts Homecoming on the flier is so teachers are not required to report it. Not that they would anyways.
Peter is captain of ever major sport in our high school and even the top of our class. Basically he can do what ever the hell he wants and get away with it. I've actually heard rumors he was smoking in class and the teacher did not even look twice at him. It would not surprise me one bit if it was fact.
The flier says it's for tonight, "Friday night after Peter and The Team win the Homecoming game". And since my eyes are not glued to the ground anymore i can now see there are yellow papers sticking out of almost ever locker around here, everyone will be going.
I contemplate this as i continue to walk to my last class of the day. If everyone is going no one will notice lil ol me there. i could go, watch people make idiots of themselves because their either drunk or high off their asses, and then get smashed myself. the only problem is i have never been to a party before. Not one like this at least. I've heard all the rumors about these parties. People hook up with other people when their drunk and never remember it. or someone slipped them drugs and they can't handle it and end up in the hospital.
I can't afford a trip to the hospital. I do not need my mother being around anymore than she already is. Or worse she'll send out someone to watch me like I'm five years old. Newsflash old woman I'm seventeen. I can take care of myself.
My sudden defiant attitude decides by itself that im going to this party tonight. I don't care if i have to walk all the way to Peter's, I'm going.
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A/N: Well there was the first shot. Hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it's short. It was either going to be real short or real long. I'll work on it.
Please R/R!