Chapter 1

Let the bodies hit the floor,

Let the bodies hit the floor,

Let the bodies hit the floor ,

Let the bodies hit the floor .

As his eyes got that familiar warning I cringed against the side of my bed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I started apologizing but his hand still swung forward, hitting me across the face. I didn't let the tears filling my eyes fall down my cheeks because I knew that made him madder.

Beaten why for?

Can't take much more

His fist pushed into my stomach and I fell onto the bed, sliding down to the floor then. My hair covered my eyes as I lay on the cool floor.

Here we go...Here we go...Here we go

He's just a little mad, in a few minutes he'll be better, I mentally soothe myself as he hits me again.

One - Nothing wrong with me

Two - Nothing wrong with me

Three - Nothing wrong with me

Four - Nothing wrong with me

Slowly he calms down and the hitting, and punching stops.

I peek my eyes open, my breathing ragged. He was walking out of the room already. "See you at school." he mutters as he shuts the door behind him.

I listen and hear his footsteps as he walks down the stairs, past my parents and out the door.

One - Something's got to give

Two - Something's got to give

Three - Something's got to give

Now

I hold my painful cheek as I stand up, and walk over to the mirror. I let go and see the familiar colors showing, telling me I'll have a bruise. I pulled the edge of my shirt up and the bruise is already there.

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

A single tear falls down my cheek, then onto my shirt. I shouldn't of gotten him mad, its not his fault. I remind myself as I crawl into my bed.

Push me again

This is the end

Here we go...Here we go...Here we go

One - Nothing wrong with me

Two - Nothing wrong with me

Three - Nothing wrong with me

Four - Nothing wrong with me

I stare up at the ceiling, put my ear buds in and hope I can forget what he did this time.

One - Something's got to give

Two - Something's got to give

Three - Something's got to give

Now Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Skin against skin blood and bone

You're all by yourself but you're not alone

You wanted in now you're here

Driven by hate consumed by fear Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

One - Nothing wrong with me

Two - Nothing wrong with me

Three - Nothing wrong with me

Four - Nothing wrong with me

One - Something's got to give

Two - Something's got to give

Three - Something's got to give

Now Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

Let the bodies hit the floor

The floor...The floor...The floor...The floor

I woke up to the normal ,rainy Forks day.

The first thing I did after my shower was cover the bruise on my cheek with makeup. I carefully apply what I called "Liar" it lied to the world around me, telling everyone I was a normal ,teenage girl, happy and loved.

I let a breath out, looking back at the girl in the mirror. Long, dark brown hair, almost pin straight. Three freckles, a pouty bottom lip, and dark blue eyes.

I wonder what people would think if they saw the bruises covering my face. I walked downstairs, hugged my parents and prepared myself for school. As I walked down the sidewalk to school a figure further down waved me and I saw him.

He had messy dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a soccer player's tan.

"Hey," he smiles warmly at me as he comes forward and slides his arm around my waist.

"Hi," I answer, smiling back. He ruffles my hair a little, grinning at me and we walk to school. As we reach the main entrance I happen to glance over at the parking lot. A big red jeep sits in one of the first parking spots. I examine it curiously. New kid maybe? I wonder but the rest of my thoughts are cut off when I hear a loud " Josh!"

Josh's friend calls him over from where he and the rest of their friends stand. "Bye," Josh says , giving me a quick kiss on the lips and he runs over to meet up with them. My eyes follow after him as he walks away.

I pull my sleeves down suddenly, feeling self conscious as I walk the crowded hall by myself. Where there any bruises left on my arms? I mentally freak out.

The whispers around me stay on the normal school topics though and I sigh in relief that no one saw my arms or any bruises on them. I walk to my first period class, English and my eyes notice the tall, slim guy sitting in my seat. I walk past him silently, staying clear of him, and find myself a new seat. I watch the guy a little longer.

He does nothing as he sit there, almost still, his only movements the shallow breathing. He has short ,dirty blonde hair, pale skin and he's wearing cowboy boots. Southerner?

The teacher walks in then, sufficiently ending any other conversations going on. "Hello class. We have a new student," he drones, gesturing to the Southerner.

"His name is Jasper Hale, please welcome him and if you notice him in the hall help him around. Okay, onto to today's lesson…" the teacher starts his rant.

Jasper Hale. Hm. That's an older name. I quickly put my focus back on the lesson. I have to keep my grades high. If they drop any my parents will wonder what's wrong.

The rest of the morning classes pass quick and I don't have any other class with Jasper. Just as I turn around from my locker I'm shoved into the metal lockers.

I wince slightly as Josh puts his hands on either side of me so I don't move.

"Hey, sorry bout last night." he apologizes as he slowly grips my arms.

"It's fine." I say immediately, smiling at him although his grip is getting too tight. I'm looking over Josh's shoulder just as a tall, well built guy walks by.

He has short, black hair and is pale just like Jasper. He glances over at me, just barely locking eyes with me.

He pauses in his steps, a concerned look washing over his face as I can't help but stare helplessly back at him. Josh's grip gets tighter again and then when he suddenly lets go the rush of blood going through my hurts.

"I have to sit with the guys at lunch, bye." Josh said, kissing me on the forehead quick then walking off. The muscle dude is still standing there, watching me.

I ignore his gaze and quickly walk to lunch. I find my normal seat in the back corner, at an empty table away from people. During all of this I'm careful to stay away from other students, always giving myself plenty of space.

I do it without thinking now, I guess I just get nervous when I'm too close to other people, especially guys. I get my lunch quick then sit down and pull out my drawing journal. I use my black pen as I start sketching something. I glance up occasionally as I eat and draw when my eyes fall onto a table that's normally empty now filled with teenagers.

Five of them, all pale skinned, with light purple circles under their eyes. Jasper and the muscle guy are sitting there along with a short girl with black spiky hair, she's holding Jasper's hand, a blonde beautiful girl who's holding another's guys, this guy has messy brown hair. The muscle man is sitting with them but he seems left out from their group. He's staring at me with gold, intense eyes.

I quickly look away, back down to my sketch which is turning out to be an eye. I finish my food then throw out the trash and sit in silence. I can feel the bruise on my stomach and new ones forming on my arms. The individual spots where his fingers held me throb.

I close my eyes tight. When I open my eyes I hear Josh laughing loudly with his friends across the room. His laugh twist my stomach ,making me feel sick but at the same time my mind goes warm with love.

He just gets a little mad, that's all. I can handle it. I'm not a baby, I won't go crying to my parents or the school. The bell rings loud and shrill and I wince again at the noise.

I stand up, gathering my things and head for Physics. The hall is already almost empty as I walk to close, clutching my stuff to my chest. The only other person is Jasper who's walking in my direction.

"Are you lost?" I ask quietly, meeting his eyes.

"No, I'm fine. Thanks anyways" he says. I nod and continued onto class. I open the door to find that a familiar body is sitting in the empty seat next to my normal spot. I slowly walk over, set my stuff down on the table, careful to keep it on my side and sit down.

"Hey," the guy greets, turning in his seat to face me. His handsome face twist ever so slightly in realization.

"Hi," I say brightly. He had seen Josh holding me like that, he's probably suspicious. I have to act like a normal teenage girl, bright and cheerful. Teenage girls do that right? I haven't been a normal teenage girl for while, so I'm rusty on how they act.

"I'm Emmett Cullen," he introduces, smiling slightly at me.

"I'm Nichole Reedley." I say, still keeping the plastered smile on my face. I can guess what Emmett wants to say but wont.

Hey, aren't you that girl that was getting assaulted by her boyfriend?

"I just moved here from Naples New York," he continues.

"Wow, that's far." I commented. He grinned, showing small dimples. I smile back, not even thinking. "Class! Lets get started on today's plan," the teacher begins and we turn in our seats to face him again.

"See you tomarow, Nichole," Emmett says after having maked me laugh hysterically for a minute straight. I was still smiling as I left class and ran right into Josh.

"Oh hey," I said, the smile disappearing immediately. "Lets go home," he says, putting a smile on his face a he slides his arm around my waist and we start walking home. Halfway there he turns on me.

He shoves me down to the concrete and I feel my knees bleeding.

"I saw you flirting with that guy. I thought you loved me?" he accuses, bending down and pulling me up roughly.

"I wasn't flirting! I do love you!" I said as he slams me back down to the ground.

My hand start bleeding from the small scratches in them. He rolls me over so my stomach faces up and punches me. I clutch my midsection, holding tears back.

"I love you too, it's just when you do things like that it makes me nervous, like your gonna leave me." he gently cradles my face as he said this.

"I won't do it again," I promise, my lips closed in a tight line.

"Good," he said, dropping me back to the ground. He walks away and I slowly stand back up. I wipe the dirt off of my clothes and hands, my head down.

I shuffle my way back to my house, hugging my stomach as I do. I hear a car pull up next to me and I turn, half terrified ,wondering if Josh is back.

Its not Josh and to my strange relief it's Emmett.

"Hey Nichole, you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I tell him over the roar of the engine. His eyebrows scrunch slightly as he gazes at me. "I just fell," I said as he glances at the scratches all over my arms. He slowly nods and I don't think he believes me.

"Okay then, see you tomorrow." he slowly drives off. I walk the rest of the way home, silently wishing Emmett had stayed.

I head past my parents and up to my room where I take another shower to wash away the blood. I slowly go back downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Here ," my mom smiles at me as she hands me a plate with pizza.

"Thanks." I say quietly not meeting her eyes. I go back up to my room and eat my pizza quietly while I listen to music.

Emmett's Point Of View-

"Guys, do you think something's up with that Nichole girl?" I ask my adopted siblings as we're all sitting in the living , doing various task.

"Her mood is…it's very hard to describe but its like she always has this overwhelming doom." Jasper quietly said.

" I cant tell you anything because I can not read any thoughts from her." Edward said, slightly irritated. He was pissed at lunch when he tried reading her thoughts but came up blank. I had laughed at him then, but now I wish he could read her mind, just so I could know what was going on with her.

"Why do you care?" Rosalie, Edward's wife, asked me. She was just jealous I was interested more in a human girl than her. "None of your beeswax, Queen Bee." I said, my focus going back to the TV.

She hissed at me and I glared ."Be nice to each other." Esme called into the room from upstairs.

"Fine," I muttered standing up and leaving the room. I jumped over the river and ran through the forest, not exactly having a destination in mind. Suddenly I cam upon a familiar scent. Human girl.

But this time, there was blood mixed in. Nichole?

Why's her blood out here? I followed the old trail, that only had occasional drops in it. I came upon a small house.

A tree that was close to a second story window had blood on it too. It was smeared a little. I silently jumped up into the tree and glanced in the darkened window once. I didn't want to seem like peeping tom though so my glance was only a millisecond long.

That was long enough for me though. I could barely hear Nichole crying into her pillow on the other side. Concern filled me and hate. Who would make her cry? What did she do wrong?

Nichole's Point Of View-

On the way to school he hit me again. I was lucky though, because it was just in the stomach. My t-shirt would cover the bruises.

As he walked away, saying he was really busy today I felt the tears start to fall. My stomach ached with pain as I slowly got off the ground. When I got to the school although there were hundreds of people around me I felt alone somehow.

It felt like I was listening to the world around me through a pillow and looking at it through opaque glass. Like everyone could see and understand each other except me. That I wasn't even there, like a ghost floating past.

I was on edge in the morning, flinching at the slightest noises, twitching my hand back when people passed papers to me. I didn't stop at my locker , instead going straight to the lunch room. I glanced over my shoulder as I sat down and started drawing.

As I realized what I was drawing I almost tore it apart, but then stopped myself and just shoved it back into my binder. I held my head low as I sat alone at my table, my hair dropping around my face to hide me.

"Hey Nichole?" a familiar voice said, careful not to scare me. I still jumped slightly though then turned a little to face Emmett.

"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

"No," I said, biting my lips a little.

"I'll be fine," I assured, a little surprised by his kindness. He pursed his lips slightly but then walked off.

Emmett's Point Of View-

She seem so small. Frail, delicate. Like she's about to pull a knife out and kill herself. I glanced back over at her, worried slightly.

She was still sitting alone, her head down low as she drew again, with her black pen. She didn't use a pencil because she didn't make mistakes.

Her skin was paler than the normal humans and she looked sick, like she was slowly dying. She wiped her face once and what I thought was just my mind playing a trick on me earlier I now realized was really there.

A fading bruise on the side of her cheek and one that was yellowing around her left eye. As soon as she finished wiping her face her eyes widened slightly. She got up quickly and almost ran from the cafeteria. A few minutes later after staring at the door ,waiting for her, she came back in.

She glanced around the cafeteria once, then looked down as she walked back to her seat. Her face now had no bruises. They were covered up with makeup.

The back of my mind started telling me what was wrong but I shut it up, not wanting to face the truth of what was happening to Nichole.

Just coincidences, nothing more. Maybe she just fell again like she said yesterday.

Nichole's Point Of View-

There's a moment in time

And it's stuck in my mind

Way back, when we were just kids

I stared at the desk ,my homework scattered all over it. The sudden ring of the bell made me jump in my seat again. I took a deep breath, getting up and gathering my stuff.

"Bye Emmett," I whispered. I had remembered not to talk to him just in case Josh was looking in through the door. "Hey," Emmett said, gently grabbing my shoulder. I flinched under his touch and took steps back.

Cause your eyes told the tale

Of an act of betrayal

I knew that somebody did

"Sorry," he apologized quickly, letting go.

"It's fine, my fault." I said.

"Nichole, are you doing okay?" he asked, staring at my face. I felt like he could see through the makeup, like he knew the bruises were there, betraying me.

"I'm okay. I'm fine," I lied ,in a slight rush. I walked away from him, clutching my stuff to me as Josh slid his arm around my shoulders and we started walking.

Oh, waves of time

Seem to wash away

The scenes of our crimes

For you this never ends

Five minutes from my house he threw me to the ground. My objects went scattering everywhere.

"I saw you talking to him at lunch." Josh said as he pulled me back up by my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing back the screams of pain.

"I thought you loved me," he fiercely said, turning me around and punching me. The sound of a car coming from down the road paused him in his next strike.

"Lets go to your home," he said, glancing back at the vehicle coming. I bent down and quickly picked up everything, then stood up straight again.

He grabbed my hand, squeezing really hard.

My lips trembled as Emmett passed by in a red jeep. We continued walking the rest of the way to my house. We entered and I said a weak "Hi" to my parents.

"We're just going to do homework, I said, forcing myself to smile at them. They nodded.

"Don't you two do anything else," dad said. I nodded now and Josh stayed at my side as we walked up the stairs to my room. He shut the door behind us then grabbed my shoulders.

"You said you loved me," he said, slamming me into the hard wall. He held me straight as he punched me repeatedly.

Can you stay strong?

Can you go on?

Kristy are you doing okay?

A rose that won't bloom

Winter's kept you

I fell forward after he let go of me, my head hitting the floor. I tried to stand up but my effort was wasted when he kicked me in the side.

Don't waste your whole life trying

To get back what was taken away

Though the marks on your dress

Had been neatly repressed

I knew that something was wrong

And I should have spoke out

And I'm so sorry now

I didn't know

Cause we were so young

He kept going, hitting me and punching me silently.

Time passed slowly and by the time he was finished I could barely move.

"Remember, Nichole. We love each other." he said as he walked out, shutting the door behind him, leaving me beaten, bleeding and bruised on the floor.

My breath came in shallow gasp, my eyes staring across the floor, beneath the tiny opening under my door.

Oh, clouds of time

Seem to rain on

Innocence left behind

And it never goes away

Can you stay strong?

Can you go on?

Kristy are you doing okay?

A rose that won't bloom

Winter's kept you

Don't waste your whole life trying

To get back what was taken away

Oh, clouds of time

Seem to rain on

Innocence left behind

And it never goes away

It never goes away

Can you stay strong?

Can you go on?

Kristy are you doing okay?

A rose that won't bloom

Winter's kept you

Don't waste your whole life trying

To get back what was taken away

Don't waste your whole life trying

To get back what was taken away

Two hours later I slowly pulled my tired, pained body up.

I stumbled my way into my bathroom and held myself up with two hands clutching the sides of the white sink. I looked in the mirror while tears rolled down my cheeks, mixing with blood.

My lips kept trembling even while some of the blood and salty tears slid into it.

Emmett's Point Of View-

I had told Esme about Nichole. Today when I came into her crafting room I said, "Nichole lies."

She turned, worry clear in her caring golden eyes. She stood up and gracefully walked over to me. "What happened?" she asked.

"She told me she was okay but I know she isn't." I said.

"What do you think happened to her?' she asked me, taking me very seriously.

"Something with some kid named Josh. I think he's…." I couldn't get the stupid ,dreadful words to come out. She nodded in understanding.

"We shouldn't be interfering with human lives, but if by the end of tomorrow you're positive its true, well ask Carlisle." she said. I nodded.

"Thanks, Esme." I said, giving her a quick hug. She smiled a little at me.

"Emmett, if I may ask, why are you very interested in what's happens to this girl? I know it would be wrong to just let it continue, but…" she trailed off.

"She's… You'd have to meet her." I said, shaking my head. She nodded, smiling then turned back to her crafting.

I left the room, walked past Edward and Alice who were playing a game chess that had been going on for three hours. "Just give up, bro. You know she'll win," I gave Edward advice as I walked out of the house. "I will not accept defeat." He said.

I shook my head, laughing a little. I started running for Nichole's house.

When I got there and had climbed up the old tree I could hear her crying again. I peaked in the window. She wasn't on her bed.

I could see her through the open bathroom door. She was curled up in on herself, her whole body shuddering. I caught a glimpse of her face and almost swore.

Her whole face was bleeding , there was so much blood I couldn't tell from where on her face she was injured.

I stopped breathing even though I had just gone hunting a few days ago. The rest of her body was bruised up, with some scratches.

Hatred poured through me again. Who ever in hell did this I will murder them.

My violent thoughts surprised me a little but at the moment I didn't exactly care I was being irrational. I wanted to go in and tell her it would be alright, which was also irrational.

What else would I say?

"Oh, hey Nichole. I was just passing by and thought I'd climb up a tree to come in through your window to visit you. "

I don't think that'd go over too well with the police or her. I barley heard the whispers coming from her and as soon as I realized what she was saying I regretted wanting to know.

"I want to die. I just want to die. I don't want to wake up tomorrow. I never want to wake up." she whispered through her tears.