"Look at her cry! Such a baby!"
I didn't look up to see which boy had yelled this. It didn't matter. There were four boys- high school boys maybe- and they decided it would be fun to beat me up.
My name is Isabella Swan…and I want to die so I can't feel the pain anymore..
Well, if I'm looking at it realistically, maybe not. But I don't want to feel the pain anymore. Currently, I was being beat up by some guys. I was only eight for crying out loud! Why me?
I was in pain; too much pain. I was in a ball on the ground; even that couldn't take away from the extreme pain that coursed through my body. I don't know why these boys decided to pick on me; I just knew I was going to lose my fight with unconsciousness soon.
I felt another kick land on my leg; I was pretty sure it was broken now. I couldn't keep back my scream of pain as I reached down to clutch at my leg- which was the worst thing I could have ever done. When I had grabbed my leg it had opened up my chest. I screamed again when 3 kicks landed on my chest. It was hard to do- I barley managed to- but I pulled myself back into a curled up ball. After I was back in my ball, I forced myself to pull myself even tighter. I screamed again as they continued to kick me-including my now broken leg.
"I suggest you boys leaver her alone."
That definitely didn't belong to any of the boys. I didn't recognize the voice as any friend I knew or any adult that my parents talked too.
The kicking had stopped so I risked opening my eyes to look at the newcomer. Of course, when I tried I found I had to reach my hands up to scrape the blood from my eyes. He was an adult, and the expression on his face was livid and dangerous.
Although the boys weren't looking at him, so I really didn't have much hope of them stopping.
"Why do we care what you suggest?" One boy sneered.
There was a long enough pause from the stranger, the all four boys turned to look at him. When they saw his face, they all stumbled back a few steps. His eyes were flat black and looked like he was about to kill them.
"Because if you don't listen, there were will be four less kids in this town tonight." His voice was as cold as his eyes.
I was starring at the wall next to me, fighting the pain, but in my peripheral vision I saw the boys exchange looks. Then to my relief-and fear- they turned as one and fled.
Relief- The boys and the kicking were gone.
Fear- I had no idea who the stranger was or if he was here to help.
I closed my eyes and waited for the worst- and hoped for the best.
There was no sound signaling his approach; yet suddenly he was there, pressing his fingers- ice cold- to my wrist. I gasped at the coldness of his touch, but I didn't open my eyes. His fingers and something soft- a rag maybe- started to clean my wounds. I jumped when I heard his voice again.
"You okay kid? You took quite a beating there."
I tried to open my eyes, but it felted like they were welded shut. I reached up to claw what I guessed was blood from my eyes when a cold hand caught my wrist.
"Don't. You'll make it bleed more." Then his nimble fingers were carefully removing the dried blood. After a moment, I was able to open my eyes.
I was in a dark alleyway; how I got here I'll never know. I had been at the school several blocks down.
But that was of little importance at the moment; for my vision was being taken over my darkness.
The stranger must have seen I was losing it for I was suddenly in his arms and he was talking to me urgently.
"Just hang in there kid, okay? I'm gonna take you to the hospital. Just stay with me girl."
And then we were flying. Well, running. It was just so fast.
I had to be dead. There was just no other explanation for the speed at which he moved.
As I slipped towards the darkness, I heard his voice calling out to me, "Stay with me Bella. Bella, stay with me girl."
My last thought as I slipped towards the darkness was, How did he know my name?
And then the darkness claimed me.
