A/N: Yeahhh; I'm sorry for that authors note guys. They always seem to mess of the mojo of a fan fic, don't they? And I hope I didn't do that to mine. XD I forgot to mention, but theirs going to be about fourteen chapters to this fan fic, well roughly that many. Also, I'm grounded from the computer, so it may take me a while to update, but I'll find a way! (I promise okay guys?) So enjoy you guys, and remember to review! :D


Amazing!

It's another school day in my sucky life.

And somehow I'm still living, you would think that all the harm I've done to myself I'd be dead by now…

Walking through the empty halls of Forks high school, I realize that class will be over soon. I feel the loneliness overwhelm me, and I suddenly realize that I wish I had a friend. It's just so hard to go through life a lone.

Closing my eyes I keep walking, and notice that I'm finally visually in the dark.

Sighing I run the palms of my hands down my sides. Wincing I feel the cuts on my hip bones. Here's the thing when I was 15-years-old I starved myself. Basically I lost 30lbs. the unhealthy way. Now since that baby fat is gone I've got a 110lbs. body frame.

Most of the weight sat on my stomach and hips.

After loosing that weight my hips began to become pointy and wide-the bones of course-and I noticed that I looked even more awkward.

So mainly out of anger and pain I began carving a piece of a broken heart on each of my hip bones. Basically, I've got an outline-or scar-on each side, almost like a tattoo I guess.

So last night I was up until 1:00am thinking about the other day when that kid Jacob came by.

My addiction to ectasy has been held so deep inside me and it was released three days ago when he offered me drugs.

So, to attempt to kill my addiction I created the pain on my hips again.

You see ectasy makes you feel the pain as I joyful thing I guess. You get the giggles like crazy, even when you know you're not supposed to be happy.

Like just cutting your wrist feels like a sweet sensation when you're on it.

So, by cutting myself I wanted to achieve that…or make myself delusional.

Wincing I press down on my hips to ease the burning sensation.

Pulling my finger tips off of my cut up bones I rube them together.

Feeling a liquid on my finger tips I yank my eyes open. Staring at my red coated finger tips I groan.

Lifting up my purple t-shirt I see my gray skinny jeans have two red blots on the waste band.

Groaning I drop my t-shirt, and turn the corner of the hall way sharply.

Hitting an ice cold surface I throw my hands forward to grasp something so that I don't fall.

Closing my eyes I wait for some type of impact.

Hearing a hissing sound I pull my eyes open and stare up at dark butter scotch eyes.

What I hit wasn't a wall, it was a guy.

Well, okay more like a Greek God.

This guy has messy bronze hair, deathly white skin, a narrow face, narrow butter scotch eyes with deep purple rings underneath his eyes, a sharp nose, a strong jaw, broad shoulders, a muscular body but it's somehow boyish, and he looks to be 6'1.

Letting go of his plaid button up shirt, I notice he has on black skinny jeans, and dirty black Converses.

Quickly getting out of his way I move around him and quickly get to the end of the hall way.

Looking at my hands I see smeared blood on my finger tips.

Arriving at the closed doors I reach out to push it open.

Its crazy how these doors are the only things keeping me from getting to my personal safety.

Pushing down on the medal, the door creaks open when I hear a musical masculine voice say, "You're bleeding."

Turning around I come face to face with the guy that I literally ran into.

"You left blood on my shirt," the way he says blood it's like his voice became strained.

My eyes widen when he grabs my hand. A spark shoots through my hand when our skin touches.

Glaring his nostrils flare and I watch his eyes literally change to deep black pools.

Terror runs through my body as I try to jerk away.

"Stop moving," he growls.

Gasping I watch him pull my hands up to his face.

His eyes roll back and his body shudders.

"Edward!" a soft voice yells at the end of the hall way.

The girl has midnight blue cropped hair with emo bangs, snow white skin, a narrow face, almond shaped butterscotch eyes with thick black lashes, a sharp nose, wide light pink lips, a small slender body, and she looks to be 4'8.

She's almost like a pixie…

She's wearing a long sleeve white t-shirt, a violet dress that sits over it, white panty hose, and black flats. She has on eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss, and violet button ear rings.

Can you pass out by someone squeezing your hands so tightly?

…well I think I just did.


CLIFFIE! :)

A/N: So that's chapter three! I hope it makes up for that sucky authors note. And I hope it was good, and I'll try working on making these things freakin longer! Sorry about any bad grammar, but I'm trying okay? So what do we need to do guys?

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