So, this is my first fanfic That I actually am truely excited about writing. I only started one once before, and got one chapter done before my old laptop was stolen. I hope you all like it! Please Read and Review!

Stephanie Meyer Owns everything. I just want to have fun times with them!

Preface

When darkness is all you see, how can you ever expect to see color?

This is how my life had been for the last 7 years. Since the night when everything was ripped away from me. My life, my perfect family was left as nothing more than the shattered bits of a once beautiful prism scattered on the dirty floor. How quickly one night could turn everything from heaven to something even hell would seem enviable to.

My name is Bella Swan, and I was the one who destroyed my own world.

Chapter 1

Wonderful... first day at Forks High, here I come..., I thought as I glared at my screeching alarm clock. Last night just did not offer the sufficient sleep I so desired, but had yet too receive in years.

I had just moved here a few days ago from Pheonix Arizona, with my father Charlie. We had been staying in the old house that had once occupied a full family. My mother, my father, my baby sister, and myself. When it happened, we thought we could just stay there and move on. This did not work out as hoped. It had only taken my father seven years to figure this out.

He promised with this move, everything would stop. He said he would stop drinking. He said we could try and be like a real family again. So far, he has held true to his word. My bruises from his last drunken night have gotten a chance to fade, and he is scheduled to start attending AA meetings.

How he came to this decision, I don't think I will ever know. It seemed very out of the blue. Maybe one morning he just woke up, and realized he didn't like what he saw. It certainly was nothing he saw in me that would cause this.

I slowly rolled out of bed, and walked over to the boxes at the end of my bed that I had yet to unpack. I grabbed a pair of baggy jeans, a plain black tank top, and my trusty black hoodie. I then stumbled my way to the bathroom to take my shower.

I took a glance in the mirror as I passed it, and scowled a little. I had palid white skin, and dark purple circles around my eyes from my consistant lack of sleep, and boring brown hair. Have you ever wished you could just remove all the mirrors, so you wouldn't have to see yourself every day?

I got into the warm shower, and washed my hair with my favorite strawberry scented shampoo. After I finished, I went back to my room, and put on the clothes that I had already laid out for myself, and brushed my wet hair. Then again, I don't know why I bother, it will never look much more than slightly presentable.

I made my way downstairs, and glanced at Charlie, who was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal. I was hoping to just sneak past, when he caught me off guard.

"Bella, you should have some breakfast before you go. Do you remember how to get there?" He said, never taking his eyes off the morning paper that was spread out next to his bowl of cereal.

"No thanks, not hungry. And I'm sure I can find it just fine." I said, not looking up at him myself. I started walking towards the door again, and had my hand on the handle when he spoke again.

"Bella, we talked about this. I was going to quit drinking, and you had to start eatin'." he said, gruffly.

"Yeah, sure, whatever Charlie. I eat fine." I muttered, only barely loud enough for him to hear. Great time for him to start taking an interest. When im seventeen years old, and hes already broken me more times than I care to count. Suddenly hes concerned with my nutritional habits? Fabulous fucking timing.

"Fine. Go to school." He said, sounding irritated. I didn't hesitate inside a moment longer before I walked out the door, and into the rain.

Rain was pretty much a constant here in forks. I wouldn't mind so much if I wasn't walking three miles to school, but I guess I would get used to it. Cold and wet, two of my least favorite things.

You may think I'm complaining a lot, and honestly, I think I am too. I should be greatful for everything I have. I don't deserve any of it. I deserve every hardship and trouble I have been given. I dont blame Charlie for his alcoholism, or for how he takes it out on me when hes drunk. I deserve it.

I made it to school about forty-five minutes later. It barely looked like a school, more like several small brick apartments spread out on a muddy overly green piece of land. There were no metal detectors, and no security officers. Just three hundred and something students who immediately started staring shamelessly as soon as they could see me. Three hundred and something bored, small town kids who just received their shiny new toy. Fabulous. I do not want to deal with this.

I went straight to the main office, where a round overly-friendly looking woman with messy red hair and large purple t-shirt with kittens on it sat behind the counter. She eyed me just as shamelessly as the kids outside, and I warily approached her desk.

"Hello, I'm Bella Swan... I just moved here." I said, fidgetting with the soaked sleeves of my hoddie, and staring at my feet.

"Why hello there! I'm Mrs. Cope. How do you like Forks so far? I bet your just loving it arent 'ya?" She said excitedly, beaming at me. I didnt particularly want to be the person to single handedly ruin this womans mood, so I put on the best smile I could and responded politely.

"Yes, its very nice here... Green. very green." green. smooth. Thats the best I could come up with?

"Yes it is." She continued to beam, not missing a beat, sharing enough enthusiasm for the two of us thankfully. "Well here is your class schedule, and your map with all the best routes highlighted. Also your locker number is on there, the handbook, and Theres a slip of paper there I just need you to get all your teachers to sign. Just turn that in at the end of the day, and good luck kiddo!" She said as if instructing a third grade class. I took the small pile of paperwork, and nodded to her, and left the office. I looked over the map quickly before making my way to my first class. AP english Lit, my favorite.

I got in to class and handed the slip of paper to my teacher who signed it, and introduced herself as Mrs. Berty.

It turned out we were studying Wuthering Heights, a book I had already read more than several times. Another plus, easy work. This class was turning out to be good, other than the unsolicited gawking the other students were doing. Hadn't their parents ever taught them that staring is rude?

My next few periods followed in similar fashion. Calculus just plain sucked. but then again, its calculus. Its to be expected. He is the only teacher who thus far made me introduce myself. and of course, I was so embarressed after that with my superior natural grace, fell flat on my face on my way back to my desk.

I made my way to lunch, and started towards an empty table when a short girl with crazy dark hair and too much make up came up beside me. I think her name was Jen? no, Jessica. She had been in my calculus class. She also talked enough during that period that my self-preservation instincts came into play, and blocked her out entirely.

"So, isabella, sit with me. You totally need to meet everyone." she said while flipping her hair back over her shoulder.

"Um... I.." I tried to think of an excuse to get out of what would surely be a table full of intelligent conversation revolving around who Biffy is Boffing. However, I couldn't think of one fast enough, and she had grabbed my arm, and was pulling me to the table.

Jessica stopped and grinned, like she had just won a trophy and adressed the various faces at the table, "Hey everyone, this is Isabella, the new girl."

"Um... Actually.. It's just Bella... ", I said, staring at my shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. Jessica barely acknowledged my correction before she started talking on my behalf again.

"Shes like.. from Arizona.." She turned to me, "right?" I gave a quick nod, and she continued like she never stopped. "This is Mike, " She pointed to a babyfaced boy who had neatly spiked blonde hair and blue eyes. He reminded me of a golden retreiver the way he already was looking at me. "Lauren," She pointed to another girl with long cornsilk blonde hair, and green eyes. She barely even looked up at me, just rolled her eyes, and continued talking with everyone else. "Tanya," A girl with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes who smelled like she had been spraying an ubundance overly sweet perfume all over herself, and dressed in clothes that would make anna nicole smith look conservative. "And Tyler." Jessica finished. He was a boy with black hair and brown eyes that stood up immediately, and took my hand kissing it.

"The pleasure is all mine." Tyler said what he must have thought was a seductive voice. I had to swallow back the bile that formed before I gingerly took my hand back.

"I'm sure it is..." I muttered to myself, and looked around one last time hoping for an escape. When I found none, I sat down reluctantly, and stared at my hands on the table.

"So, Like, What was Arizona like?" Jessica asked me, taking a bite of her salad.

"Hot...?" I replied, not really in the mood for twenty questions.

"But like... shouldn't you be Tan or something?" she asked, "'cause I mean, everyone from places like that are usually tan."

"Guess I am just a rebel." I said in as much of a monotone voice as I could muster, getting annoyed quickly. Jessica rolled her eyes, and immediately started into conversation with everyone else at the table. That was when I saw them. The most amazing shade of green I had ever seen.

He was sitting at a table in the corner of the cafeteria with four other people, all remarkably beautiful. One had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and a figure most models would kill for. The other girl looked more like she was straight out of the enchanted forest, having a face like a pixie, and being no taller than one either. She had short spiked black hair, and green eyes. then there was the big burley man with curly dark hair, brown eyes, and dimples. He was massive, not a guy I would want to mess with unless I was having a masochistic day. Then there was another male with neat blonde hair and blue eyes and a smaller build.

Then, There were the emerald green eyes. The face they were attatched to was just as breathtaking. He was nothing short of a greek god, with his pale skin, and copper colored hair, and lean body. He was the smallest of the guys at that table, but by far the most beautiful I had ever see.

I didn't realize I was staring until our gazes locked. I quickly turned away, and my face flushed as I did behind my curtain of hair. My stupid blush always betrays me.

A couple minutes later the bell rang for lunch to be over, and I stood up, and headed straight out of the cafeteria, having nothing to throw away, since I didn't eat. Next I had Biology.

When I arrived, the class was almost full already. It took me forever to get there after tripping a couple times. Again, my grace never fails.

The teacher pointed me to the only open desk in the classroom, and I sat down in it slowly. For a moment I thought I was going to get to have the table to myself. Until suddenly, the bronze haired adonis walked in.

He glanced at my table, and gave me a look that seemed far too cold for someone he never met, sending chills down my spine, and sat down at the other end of my table. He then scooted his chair a little bit away from me, as if he was afraid to be too close.

Of course, I wasn't at all suprised at this. This was me, of course. Why wouldn't he want to move away? I have a way of destroying people's lives once they get too close. I didn't even have the up side of being pretty. I was absolutely hideous as far as I was concerned.

He didn't look at me once for the rest of the period, even when we had been told that we would be lab partners. As soon as the bell rang, he was up, and out the door. I hesitated, watching him leave, a small ache forming at the bottom of my chest. Why, I didn't know.

I looked at my schedule and outwardly groaned. Gym. I absolutely loathed gym. I slowly got up and headed in the direction of it. When I got there, I went into the girls locker room, and went into a stall to change. I never liked anyone seeing my body. Too many scars, too many bruises, too many questions.

Gym went fantastic as I expected. I nailed Mike Newton in the back of the head with my tennis racket, as well as wacked jessica in the eye with the tennis ball. Then the coach decided maybe it wasnt a good idea to arm me with a racket for this class, so I got to sit on the sidelines for the rest of the class. Jessica kept shooting me glares.

And here I thought she was just plain keen on being slumber party buds! Guess I will have to save the manicures for another day.

After gym, I started home. It was raining harder than before, and by the time I reached the house, I was shivering hard, and soaked to the bone. And I could smell Whiskey.