Unlovable?
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Why even try to be it...
When you know your not...
When your are already,
completley and totally...
Unlovable
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Prolouge
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"Bells… I don't want to leave mom." I heard my twin sister Jenna whisper. The booming voices of those worried and excited echoed around the airport, and her soft and whispery voice was so low I could hardly hear her at all. I reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Be strong, Jen, it will all be alright… This will make mom happy." I reassured her as well as me myself. I glanced at her and saw a tears welling up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them, before mom, who was just ahead of us, wouldn't see. Mom was already weary that she wouldn't see us for months, if she saw us look too sad; she would immediately take us back home and suffer because she couldn't be with Phil.
Mom stopped and turned to us. I noticed that we had reached our destination, the plane, and with a glance Jenna and I shared wordless words. Good luck, we wished each other, and holding hands, and then whispering to our mother, we headed into the plane.
"Bells, Jen, how have you two been doing?" Charlie asked as we got out of the yellow cab at Forks entrance. We were quite grateful that mom had insisted on sending our stuff with a moving van, it would be difficult to carry all this way.
"Only Bells can call me Jen. It's Jenna to you, Charlie." Jen corrected, turning her back to Charlie.
"And only Jen can call me Bells, It's Bella to you. And maybe you could have known how we have been if you had actually bothered to talk to us at some point in our lives other than now, and before we were two!" I snapped, turning away from Charlie, too. I knew it wasn't Charlie's fault that we didn't want to talk to him, but in a way, it was. After all… who would ever want to see him again when he never even came to his own mother's funeral… or his siblings that were in her stomach at the time of her death.
"Get in the car, please." He begged in a quite voice, and I glanced at him, he was crying. What a wimp, I thought; slamming open the door of the car and slamming it back shut after Jen had crawled over me to her seat. I didn't pay attention to Charlie as he got in, and instead decided to stare at my window. Once I looked at Jenna, and saw she was doing the same. Our eyes met and we looked away. The ride proceeded in a deafening silence. Silence… peace.
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"You girls' room is in the basement, all your stuff is down there, too. I had the movers put it there… I didn't bother looking through anything, so… its still in the boxes and all. You brought a lot." Charlie said in a single breath, as he unlocked the house door.
"What about our old bedroom?" Jen asked. I felt her gaze on me. I turned and she looked rather annoyed, rolling her eyes at Charlie. I cracked a small smile.
"I remodeled it into a room where I keep three of those deep freezers. I hope you like fish… they all are full of 'em." He said, rather proudly. As soon as he finally wiggled the key out from the hole, we both shot into the house, and headed down the stairs toward the basement.
"I had you girls a bathroom built into the basement… It cost a lot to do!" Charlie hollered after us. I ignored him, and it seemed Jen did, too.
Our new room was an average basement, but luckily a pretty big one. Actually, it was huge; the size of four master bedrooms at least. The walls and floor were bare and cement, in one of the corners were all of our things. We silently walked towards the bathroom door and peered into it.
The bathroom had a puke green and orange tile arrangement, and everything else was in those two colors. We both looked at each other to see the others nose scrunched.
"Lucky we save up from babysitting since we were nine; we have a million dollars to totally redo the room." Jen said, smiling at me, a small, sad smile. I suddenly felt guilty; I had pushed her into this boring trip, I had given her the choice of with me or without me. And she had, as expected, chose with and with me to this… hell whole.
"Jen… tomorrow will be great, I promise. I said, climbing onto the only thing that was actually in place; out king sized mattress in the center of the room. It was without a sheet, but I didn't care… I was dead sleepy from the day's journey.
"I hope," She said, crawling in beside me. We both fell into a deep slumber, hoping tomorrow would come and go quickly. So much for hopes, though.
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How was it? My first fic with Bella having a twin. And there is a reason they are harsh... that you will find out soon enough.
