Okay I just wanted to show I'm alive, hehe :D But seriously I have been going through a lot these past months and I really wanted to post something but I couldn't post the third chapter of It was meant to be because I have been having writers block :( Now I know I just uploaded this but I actually wrote it ages ago, before I even put up my other story. This is just gonna be a one shot because I don't think I could deal with writing two stories when I can barely finish one :P Okay time to get on with this, by the way here's just a little warning, this has some angst in it, I don't like writing angst because I already have enough angst in my life and there's plenty in the world.
I do not own Twilight, I'm just using the characters to bring my story to life :)
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Smile. It has been a long time since I smiled. A real smile, not the fake ones I use to show people I'm okay.
My name is Isabella Swan, Bella for short, and I am 17 years old. No one knows I am depressed; I keep it hidden like a secret. I don't want anyone to know, not because I am embarrassed or something, it's because I don't want anyone to see how much that day affected me.
It was just like any other day. I woke up, brushed my teeth, got dressed, ate breakfast and went to school. I never knew how this ordinary day would turn so horrible. I had to endure the most boring school day ever. Once I got home I saw that the door was open. I went inside to look for my mum, dad and brother but when I called for them no one answered. I looked everywhere for them except one last room; mum and dad's room. When I opened the door I saw something that I wished I didn't. My mum was tied to a chair, my brother tied to one right behind her, so they were back-to-back and I saw my dad on the floor covered in blood.
I ran over to him, my mum and brother shaking their heads in protest, but before I could reach him, two huge hands grabbed me and pulled me back. "Let go of me!" I screamed. I kept screaming and screaming but the stranger never let go instead he pulled me into another room, which I could tell was mine, and tied me to my bed. After he was done, he left the room.
I waited for hours, listening to screams, trying to break free from my restraints. Finally he came back but this time he wasn't alone. There were two other men with him. I gulped, I know what was going to happen, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My family was dead. I was bound, helpless. Afraid.
So what do you think? Bad, good? Horrible? Amazing? I hope it was okay enough for you too leave a review :D Just a tiny one or you could critic my work, I love all reviews, hateful or nice, either way it's good :D x