I DON'T OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE PLOT!

ALL CREDIT GOES TO STEPHANIE MEYERS

Rating for this chapter: T

WARNING: Minor Charlie and Renee bashing

Please, allow me to properly introduce myself. My full name is Isabella Marie Swan. Born February 14, 1824 in Houston,Texas to parents Renee Dwyer and Charlie Swan.

When I was younger, I didn't necessarily have a terrible life... When you really think about it, it was probably my fault.

I was told repeatedly from a young age that I was just a mistake. An accident. A mishap, however you would phrase it. My parents had a heart-filled hate towards me for just being born...I should've been better...I could've been better.

My mother constantly told me I was too fat, ugly, and half-witted [mostly because of my accent, the one I was afraid to love] to be her daughter starting from, well, as long as I could remember...I believed her... She got angry when she thought I wasn't adequate enough...Broken glass carved into my skin, the I can still hear and feel the whips hitting my flesh...So, starved myself for her approval and fed on knowledge, getting my hands on any book I could possibly find. Which wasn't exactly a problem. My mother slept with all of the dukes, duchess, kings, queens, basically anybody with money so she could bait them into about a thousand dollars each with her "I'm just a poor little country girl that happens to be a freak in the sheets" attitude.

"I'm not a prostitute." She told me once, " I use my assets. I have no idea how you're going to make it in this world. Heed my words child, no one will ever want you.

Believe it or not, this all happened while Renee and Charlie were engaged. He simply chuckled at my mother's 'antics' ,turned a blind eye, and paid off all the people she fucked and then fucked over in order to maintain the family image. All that time, I stood there and took it knowing that they would only find satisfaction in my tears and be angered if I was even thought to have an opinion or voice anywhere in that household. It was my fault...I let it happen...I'm worthless.

Using the money from her various sexual escapades, Renee had absolutely no problem buying books for me, and I had absolutely no problem reading them if, it meant that me, her daughter would eventually be worthy of at least a fraction of her love. So, I read and I learned from experiences [mostly from problems that led to six on one showdowns with pesky boys in the neighborhood]. I developed theories about mathematics and physics that would make Albert Einstein confused. I understood and made poems that would make Edgar Allan Poe jealous. By the time I was 11 ,I could fight and fire a riffle better than most of the men going off to war. I knew calculus by the time I was twelve and even the private tutors *shudders* Renee and Charlie got for me said repeatedly to my parents that I didn't need them... I didn't believe them... nobody believed...I was never good enough... I will never be good enough.

My father however, *sigh* was a different story...one far, far, worse. He was a good man at some point in his life I'm sure, but somewhere along the line, the world had corrupted him. He was born into a rich family who spoiled him to death and he always got what he wanted. He knew it too. And one night... he finally realized that I truly meant nothing to him...and I had no power to stop it...

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I have no clue what I'm doing, so please tell me if I should continue or if I'm wasting my time!

If you think I'm not, then I shall end this cursed cliff hanger! *smiles*

P.S There is a reason that I didn't include the features of her parents and changed her birth date.