I woke up early this morning. Nightmare. My throat is really dry. I sit up and hiss in pain. Shit. I look down and see that my arm and bed are plastered with blood. Man, not tight enough. I slowly get out of bed, avoiding any contact to my injured arm, and go to the bathroom. Locking the door for good measure. Never know when Charlie's going to wake up. I run my arm under the water to get rid of the blood. The blood clears away long enough to see the word, STUPID, cut into my arm in big crude letters, before the blood flows up again. After tightly wrapping the wound with some gauze, I tiptoe downstairs to get a glass of water. But while passing by Charlie's room I hear him having a hushed conversation, on a phone I presume. Of course I listen in. "She is a nuisance, I can't stand her", Charlie whisper-shouts into the phone. He stays silent for a while, the other person is probably talking. Wait, who is he talking to? "No, Renee, please." Renee? "Please, don't leave her with me, you can't do this". Good to know that I'm wanted. Heartbroken, I run to the bathroom and lock myself in. I look into the mirror, tears blurring my vision, sobs shaking my entire frame. I grab a blade from my hidden stash and look back into the mirror, bringing the blade to the flesh on my right arm. I whisper to myself "You're nothing, Bell" SLICE. "You're worthless, Bell" SLASH. "You're not wanted, Bell" RIP. "No one loves you, Bell" TEAR…..

Five minutes of cutting later my once spotless right arm is now home to 35 new cuts. Much better. I clean myself up, wrap my right arm in gauze and go back to my room where I slip into my still bloody bed and fall into an uneasy slumber.

I groggily get up and look at my clock. 7:50. Oh shit, I'm late again. Jumping up out of bed I get ready for school. Skip a shower because of my injuries. Soap and cuts don't mix well. I get dressed into a black and white stripped long sleeved shirt with gray skinny jeans and black Nike dunk ski highs. Throwing a black leather jacket over my top, I run downstairs and leave, not bothering with breakfast. I jump onto my motorcycle and hail ass to school.

I get there 30 minutes later. Damn traffic. Parking next to a red BMW M3 I jump off my bike and run into school just as the second class bell rings. I run past math and run right into Lauren Mallory, who pushes me down to the floor. "Watch were you're going freak." She says in her ultra-nasally voice. She spits on me and leaves with her posse, all laughing at my pain. Feeling tears at the brim of my eyes I run to the girls' room. First, I make sure no ones in there, no one is. I lock the bathroom door so no one can get in, then lock myself into the handicapped stall. I plop down onto the toilet seat and cry, wiping off that slut's spit from my cheek. I take out my emergency blade from my bag and carve the word FREAK into my left arm. After I'm done and calmed down I wrap my arm back up tightly and leave the stall. I pause at the mirror and look into it, I see myself with a lazy grin on my tear stained face and my dull brown hair in curl down my back. Shrugging, I leave the girls' bathroom.

Upon leaving the girls' bathroom I bump into something. It felt like I had just run into a brick wall. I look up, angry and am about to tell the person off but what I see stuns me into silence. Standing before me is what has to be the most beautiful creature in existence. Her waist length blonde hair, prefect angelic feature and gorgeous molten gold eyes. She's perfect. She glares at me for a second and I flinch away from her hard glance, but then her eyes soften and she smiles the most beautiful smile. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" she asks in a voice like wind chimes. I just nod my head lost for words at her infinite beauty. She smiles again. I'm beginning to love that smile, I'll give anything to see it all day. "Hey aren't you Isabella Swan?" she questions. "Y-yes" I stutter. She grins "We have math together. I sit right next to you actually". My eyes pop out of my head, I've been sitting next to the epitome of beauty all this time and I haven't noticed? "Oh sorry, let me help you up." She grabs my hand and pulls me up. A light tingle shoots up my arm, gasping I let go. "I have to head to class now, but, do you maybe want to sit with me and my family during lunch?" She asks. I nod my head still potentially mute. She smiles "Okay, I'll see you then" she starts to walk away and I panic. "Wait!" I scream, I run up to her, "I didn't catch your name" I say. She smiles softly at me and says "I'm Rosalie, Rosalie Hale". Then she walks away again. I turn the opposite direction, smiling brightly and head to my next class. Rosalie Hale. I think I have a crush.