Here's the second chapter. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight!
All violent feelings have the same effect. They produce in us a falseness in all our impressions of external things, which I would generally characterize as the pathetic fallacy.
-John Ruskin
NPOV
My Life
I live here. Pretend to be something I'm not. Everyday I'm filled with hurt and I can't get out. The one person that is suppose to love and fill my life with hope and happiness, beats and rips the shred of hope I have within myself.
People say I look like my mom. Which is true, until my dad has a few shoots and thinks I'm the worst child ever. The bruises turn black and blue after a day. I learned that if I don't fight back the pain is more bearable. But the pain is still there. The pain that my mom left, the pain that my father put on me and in me, and the pain that comes when I realized that all that is left in me is dead hope.
Nelia Jasmine Hall. My Mother's idea was to have a flower in my name because of the meaning, Beauty and elegant, well in Spanish. See my mom was a Mexican immigrant when she met my dad, he was half Quileute half Chippewa. Apparently when they met it was love at first sight. I always begged me mom to tell the story.
My mom was lovely. Long brown hair, dark skin, high cheekbones, and dark brown eyes. That's almost what I see in the mirror at home. Except my hair is a lighter brown then her's was and my eyes are more of a caramel color.
Everything in my life was good until I got sick one day and I had to stay home. We didn't have any apple juice so my mom went out to get some.
Who would have thought that would be the last time I would see her.
After her funeral Dad didn't do anything. We were both depressed, and I also had to learn to raise myself .
After about a year or so, the year I turned eleven, dad started to get better. Better for him worse for me. He did go back to work, but never really came home. Until one day I come home after school and he was there. I walked in our living room to find him sitting on the green recliner. He was just sitting and staring. I went up to him, and touched his arm. Slowly his head moved to look at me. I could see the pain, anger, and hatred all pointed at me. Then I had no idea what was coming , one minute I'm looking at him the next I'm on the ground holding my face.
Before that day I've never been hit. I think it was the shock than anything else. Later that night the bruise was small, but still noticeable. I just told my teachers that I fell while I was running. Apparently they didn't believe me because they called my dad. After that he was wiser not to leave the bruises on my face.
It's been five years since that first time, and it just keeps getting worse. First it was every couple of mouths, next came once a month, after that every couple of weeks, then once a week, and now almost every day. It's not like he hits me hard, just hard enough that I start to cry. Okay it is hard, sometimes it doesn't leave a bruise, but usually it dose.
I don't know if I can survive another two years.
Right now where on our way to the rainiest place in the world. Forks, Washington. Okay were moving to La push, the Quileute reservation that's right outside of Forks or something.
The reason we're moving is that my dad got a new job in Seattle. He works in construction and there building a big complex so the company my dad works for transferred him.
We're moving to La push because my Dad's dad (my grandfather) use to live there and he thinks that would be a good place to start over. I already know that I'm going to hate it.
In school I'm not the smartest, but I do make pretty good grades and I was never the prettiest. And I really shy. I really don't like meeting new people, most of the time I think they judge me based on my cloths, how I act, or sometimes they just don't like me.
I was startled when I heard a knock at the window. We stopped at a gas station, in a city called Port Angles. Dad said this was only a little from La Push.
I rolled down the window to see my Dad standing in the rain looking pissed off. I could tell this is going to go well.
"Get me something to drink." He sneers at me. I don't bother to argue because in the end I'll get hurt.
He throws a twenty at me and adds "There better not be missing money." Once I thought if I took a dollar here and there he wouldn't notice. Oh, how I was wrong. After that I had no money and a bruise that covered my whole hip.
I walk into the gas station, and it's really small. I walk back to where the drinks are and pick up a Dr. Pepper. I walk back to the check out and grab a bag of chips because when he says dinks he means something to eat to.
I walk up to the check out and the girl behind it is only a few years older than me. The tag she's wearing says "Misty" and she has pricings all over her face. I always wondered about pricings and tattoos. I would never get a pricing on my face, I think it looks to painful, but I've always wanted a tattoo. Maybe of a flower or something like that.
Misty still hasn't took notice that I'm here, she's looking out the window at something. I turn to see what she's looking at and I think I vomited in my mouth a little.
Ewww. She was looking at my Dad. I know that he's not a bad looking guy, but he's still my dad, and I wanted to scream at her, YOU DON'T WANT HIM, YOU'LL END UP LIKE ME! I don't think I could take it if another girl had to suffer though what I've went though.
I cough to get her attention and it works. She has this little dazed look in her eyes. Again ewww. " Will that be all?" She asks. She has a nice voice, like what mom used to have. Stop thinking like that. That won't bring her back.
I just nod my head. She rings up the order and sighs looking out the window again. "You know if I could get a piece of that" She tilts her head the way of my dad, "I could die I happy women, you know?" I just nod my head again.
I really don't. I never had a boyfriend before; I've never had a date before. And even if I did I wouldn't have time because I was always working, on school work at my job, or keeping the house clean. Furthermore I've never really wanted a boyfriend, I don't think I've even like a guy before. I really can't trust them because of everything that has happened to me. I think it would send me over the edge if the person I was suppose to give my heart to heart me in return.
I pay for the drink and chips and leave seeing that Misty was still watching my dad. I walk to the truck that's piled with all our stuff in the back (we don't own that much and left the furniture at the house) and got in. I set the food in the middle of the seats and went back to day dreaming, that's the only way I can get away.
Next my dad got in and didn't say anything. Good. I don't want to hear the voice of my torturer.
We drive for a good hour before I see a sign that says "Welcome to Forks". The sign it's self looks really rusty and old. I guess not a lot of people come here.
We drive though the little town. I see a café that I could go work at. I might to see about that tomorrow. Dad's going to Seattle, for Friday and won't be back until Sunday, which for me I'm thankful for.
After we drive for another ten minutes I see an even smaller sign that says "La Push" Not even a welcome.
We keep driving at first the houses are close together, but then down the road, they keep getting further and further apart until I think there's no more we pull up in front of a small cabin type house. It already has tables out front and I like it, if only I didn't have to move in with him . (Cabin on profile).
It doesn't take long to get everything in the house. I only have two suit cases, and the rest is dad's. I take the smaller room that already has a bed in it. It smells like a rat hole in there so I open the window. The smell of rain assaults me. I love that smell. During and after. It calms me. The wind is also cold, but my numb soul I can't feel it.
I unpack everything. Which takes about ten minutes give or take a few. The people that lived here before left the beds and dressers so we really didn't need anything.
I go out and search the rest of the house to see what there, but not much is left. Some old chairs, a table, No food and I'm starving. I should have bought something with my own money (what little I had left) at the gas station, but that never occur to me. Oh well, dad will be gone in the morning and I'll have money to buy grocers with then. I think I can wait. It wouldn't be the first time I gone without dinner.
Dad already went to bed so I go and make mine and change into my PJ's and lay down on the lumpy mattress. It could be worse. Yeah right. Shut up! I'm not going to cry I stronger than that.
As I lay there listening to the little rain drops pound on the roof, I swear I could hear a wolf howl. I'm not a big nature fan, but I've always liked the wolf for some reason. The gracefulness, speed, strength.
The last thing I remember before falling asleep is another wolf howl, and this one sounded closer.
AN- I hoped you liked Nelia's Point of view. The next chapter will be Seth's. I'm thinking about going back and forth between the two every chapter. Seth will also see her in the next chapter! Please Review.
-Sethswolfgirl
