AN: Okay, here's the first official chapter of The Throw Away. Please review, whether the review be nice or mean it tells me if I should continue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything to do with it.
"Great, I'm already late" I said to myself while driving to work. My phone went off twenty minutes late leaving me thirty minutes to drive down to the YMCA to grab a shower and get dressed for the day. This is the third time this week I've been late to work. Of course, it hasn't been at the same place all three times. The first one was Wednesday on my way to Long Horn, which I work at full time seven days a week, and the second one was last night on my way to Eternally Awake, the late night coffee shop I work at on Friday and Saturday nights from nine to two. 'Well, Bella, if you'd actually check you're pockets before washing you're jeans, the out of service piece of crap might actually be able to compute the correct time.' I thought to myself.
" Hey, it didn't screw up last time, and it was in there longer." I said back to the annoying voice in my head. Yeah, I talk back to my thoughts sometimes, I never really talked back to them that much until a few months ago. After the wreck, I've ever so slowly been losing what little sanity I had. Which is fine by me, I accepted the fact I'd eventually go crazy long ago, it just gets a little annoying when people stare or ask if I'm alright.
Well, while I'm here I might as well tell you a little bit about me. My name is Bella Swan and I'm a seventeen year old "run-away". I have light brown hair that goes down to my shoulders and is slightly layered and I have brown eyes. I'm really pale. I'm also quite short, a nice five feet four inches, but I'm not complaining, I like being short. I used to always be told I look a lot like my mother. Thinking of her, as always, brought on a flash back.
(Flash back)
I was up in my room listening to music when my father and little brother, only about two years my junior, started yelling at each other down-stairs. I paused my CD and started listening for my cue to go help out. Not two minutes into my listening I heard a loud "Bang" downstairs. I got up and ran as fast as possible to the living room. Just as I got there my father started slapping my little brother, Cole. I ran to my father to get him to stop hitting Cole, and as soon as I got there, he froze. I froze too, I knew what was going to happen, so I slowly started tensing every muscle in my body. Right as I clenched my jaw his fist connected with the side of my face.
(End of flash back)
That was the day my life changed forever. That was the day I started to hate my family yet still somehow love them. That was the fateful day that happened nearly two years ago.