A/N: A new story. This is an idea that popped into my head. Just a short preview for the rest. Would like to see if I should continue? Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
I stared at the mirror in front of me, Or, more importantly at the girl in the mirror. Pale with yellow, fading bruises marring my arms and flat stomach, deep brown eyes sunken and tired. Still looking sweaty from the workout in the gym five minutes before, I looked like I'd been in a war. Which in a way I suppose I was. A war against them. Against being taken back to my captors.
Maybe I'd better start from the beginning. My name is Bella Swan. I'm 17 years old and have just moved to Forks to live with my father Charlie. The captors I was talking about? They took me from my family when I was seven years old. I was just an innocent little girl. They changed me. Now I'm a killer. More a machine than a girl. More ruthless than innocent. Different.
The bruises? Left over from the fight a week ago. The fight that changed everything. It nearly killed my mom and step dad. I nearly killed them. So I left. Went to hide in this little town. They won't find me here. They cant find me.
A/N: Short I know…next one will be longer. Please review.