DON'T OWN TWILIGHT

Taylor Pov

"YOU WORTHLESS SON OF A BITCH" those are the words I walked into when I reached the shit hole I call home. I knew my brother was home when I saw his beat up black Chevy truck in the front yard. I prepared myself for what was to come. His truck was parked on a bush so I knew he was either Drunk, Mad or in a hurry. It turned out he was drunk. The smell of freshly open alcohol lingered around the house, I didn't hear him coming all I heard were the words "you worthless son of a bitch" and suddenly I felt the glass bottle make contact with the back of my head. The last thing I heard before unconscious pulled me under were the muffled laughter's of 3 other guys.

I woke up with pain all over my body the most significant pain was on the back of my head. I began to look around and found myself in Matthews's room. The walls were painted a dark grey he had beer bottles lying all around the room as well as old pizza boxes and rumpled clothing. I wasn't allowed to come in here, unless it was for his new 'businesses'. Matthew liked to sell my body; he would bring me in here when one of his repulsive friends wanted to feel me up. I wasn't a virgin; I was 8 when I lost my innocence to one of David's drunken friends. From that day on my mother looked down on me with disgust more then she had ever had before.

I push myself off the bed only to have a sudden jolt of pain shoot up my legs. I don't need to look down to know what happened I shuffle myself to my room climbing up the stairs, with each step there's a pain. Looks like imma have to deal with it. When I finally reach the attic I shuffled over to my long cracked mirror. I look like I belong in the walking dead. There's dried blood on the left side of my head, I have 4 hickys that I know won't go away by tomorrow. There's a small gash just above my right eye and I have bruises all over my arms leg and cheeks. They must have really been drunk, it's about midnight and I got home around 3…ide been passed out for 9 hours. I look in the box of clothes I have and pull out a pair of boxers and an undershirt. I can clean up in the morning before school. I carefully lay my head down flipping the pillow to the side that was facing the cold wall. I know I won't be able to sleep but being awake is worse, being alive is worse. Oh I almost forgot, I slowly get up and walk over to the drawer. I pull out the pocket knife that will wash away my pain. The pain of having to be alive, the pain in living in this household… the pain in which I know I will never be loved. The blade is pressed down on my whitish tannish skin causing it to slice open and causing a small stinging pain. The pain is followed by a sudden relief. I make my way back to the mattress I call bed and curl up, pocket knife still in hand. I deserve to die, heck the only reason why I haven't taken my own life yet is because I thought life could change for me…I guess it cant. The words my supposed mother and step father would say to me echo in my head. 'You useless bitch you're better off dead' 'do you actually think anyone loves you no one ever has or will!' 'who would ever want a slutty whore like you' 'no one wants used up pathetic little girls' 'never call me your mother' 'I have no daughter' 'pretend you don't know any of us and stay out of our way' 'when will my wish come true for you to disappear from my life' 'why don't you go die' 'no one wants ugly girls with scars' 'die already will you'

These words repeat in my head in till I slowly drift off into a world of darkness.

There is no beeping of my alarm today, I wake up on instinct and realize school started half an hour ago. Shit. I don't care for school but staying here in this house is much worse, at school there is no brother to beat me senseless or to sell my body. I hurry to the clothing box and pull out a black t-shirt and blue denim skinny jeans. I slip on my hoodie and the only pair of shoes I have when I remembered something. The dried blood, the hickeys shit I forgot to clean up I look in the mirror and grab a brush and a hair tie. Quickly brushing through my hair and tying it into a side pony tail. I'm about to go off searching for my mother's whore makeup to cover the hickeys when I hear a car pull up. David's home. I don't have time to cover everything up. I grab bottle water from the fridge and slip out the back door. If David sees me he'll probably make me stay home, then all hell will break loose.

I can't risk that. I jump off the back porch and circle the house, I watch my step dad enter the house no doubt drunk. I hear him scream my name from inside the house and I run off, down the road to school. I will pay for leaving him later today he doesn't like it when I go to school let alone leave the house. He doesn't want people to know that he has a step daughter that's a slutty ugly whore. I get to the school 10 minutes later; I didn't even get to enjoy the run here for my legs were still stiff and sore. I could feel the bruises on my face and arms as if they had their own heartbeat. I walk into the school and into the office for a late pass.

"Ms. Mason" says the head principal Ms. Dunn while she straightens here glasses "late again I see"

I let my hair fall to the side of my face with the most bruises so she can't see the damage "old habits die hard" I reply smiling as if I don't have a care in the world

"Quite" she replies handing me a red slip that says 'not excused'

I turn to walk away when again the devil speaks

"Ms. Mason"

I turn my body around leaving my feet in place as if I'm drunk

"Hood off"

Ugh of course, can't go one day without someone demanding me to remove me hood. I turn around taking the hood off and continue my way down the hall. I reach Mr. Gardner's class and immediately remember Seth Clearwater, the boy who stared at me as if I were a freak yesterday. If he thought I were a freak now what will he do when he sees my face today? Laugh? Maybe make a joke? Personally I no longer care. I put my hood up once again and let my hair cover my face. Deep breathe and walk in. of course like all people the minute I walk in everyone's eyes are on me.

"Ms. Mason" I look over to Mr. Gardner who was writing something on the board "Late again"

Ugh how many times must we go through this? "Like I said before, Old habits die hard" I smile at him. I turn and walk down to the last seat not making eye contact with anyone. Once im seated my eyes drift off to the side. Again I find myself looking into the eyes of Seth Clearwater and his posy. Ugh go away!

"Ms. Mason!" I hear Mr. Gardner calls sounding pretty annoyed. He doesn't need to continue I pull off my hood and look down trying to hide the marks. I hear a small gasp from the side of the room and instinctively look to where it came from. Again it's Seth Clearwater, looks like I didn't hide the marks as well as I hoped. Man I must really look like a freak. He must be dying of laughter. For the entire period I face my desk not wanting to look up and see Seth Probably pointing and making fun of me. When the bell rings I'm the last one to get up and head towards the door when a very large and muscular arm comes down and blocks me from leaving.

I turn to the owner of this extremely muscular arm and end up being inches away from Seth Clearwater-even though he's a good 12 inches taller than me- I look up to see his beautiful light brown eyes boring into my ugly muddy brown eyes. There's an expression of pain in his eyes, pain, worry and pity.

Why does He keep on staring- oh right cuz it looks like your face has been used as a punching bag- I look down not wanting him to see the freak I am.

"Excuse me" I say a bit rudely and try to move past him but he quickly stands in front of me. What the fuck does he want? Would he like to beat me too? Try it out then laugh about it every time he sees me. I look up at him again and see so much pain in his eyes. It's so much pain it's as if I feel it too. NO, no it's not pain it's probably pity, and I certainly don't need to be pitied by him. I look down just as it looks like he's going to speak. Instead he remains quiet. I finally push past him and run down the hall before I can be late to class. Ugh the idiot pities me I don't need it, I freakin don't need him to pity me! I get to my class just as the bell rings. For the next two classes I don't see Clearwater. When the bell rings for lunch I make my way to the library. I never go to the cafeteria in fact I don't believe I've ever ate there, instead I spend my lunch looking through the library's books and picking out my favorites. I reach the two big doors reading Library and walk in

"Hello Taylor" Ms. Paley greets me with a smile

She is the only teacher I like in this hell hole, I guess you could consider her a friend. She's 31 with straight black hair which she always has in a ponytail and she's about 5'2 in height. She's one happy women, I find it surprising how she can always make a bad situation seem good

"Hey Ms. Paley" I greet "any new books today?" I ask

"Well these just came" she hands me a book with the title Warm Bodies. "It's an old book though and I'm sorry to say you can't read it here, Ms. Dunn is having the library Reorganized so well be moving everything around for the next week and no one's allowed to enter"

Damn Ms. Dunn she ruins everything "May I still read the book?" I ask

"Yes you May" she says smiling and hands me a copy "thanks" I reply still moody about not being able to be in here for the next week

She seems to notice because she snaps her fingers making me look up. "Now don't get all Moody on my Taylor, I promise you'll be the first one to know when were open again. Okay?"

"Yeah I guess"

I walk back to the exit "have a good lunch" she yells to me "okay and thanks for the book" I yell back

Where the fuck am I supposed to go now. I've never ate lunch here before, Ms. Paley usually Gives me half of hers when I stay at the library. I don't even know where the fuck the cafeteria is. I walk down the hall for a few minutes before I find it. I peer through the doors windows and see everyone is either eating lunch or using it as a launching game. To my very luck I spot an empty table way back into the cafeteria. Ok deep breaths just walk in sit down and don't make eye contact with ANYONE. Ok you can do this, now go!

I push the doors open and look down so I don't need to make eye contact. The people closest to the entrance go quiet. Great more unwanted attention. I've finally made it to the table and I quickly sit down and open my book (do not own warm bodies I just thinks it's a good Book/Movie book is by Isaac Marion…I think)

I am dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it. I'm sorry I can't properly introduce myself, but I don't have a name anymore. Hardly any of us do. We lose them like car keys or forget them like anniversaries. Mine might have started with an 'R' but that's all I have left.

The 'R' guy must be one of the zombies

It's funny because back when I was alive, I was always forgetting other people's names. My friend 'M' says the irony of being a zombie is everything's funny.

"Hello" I'm interrupted when a sweet voice speaks in front of me. I look up to again be staring into Seth Clearwater's eyes.

"Uh can I uh maybe sit with you?" he seems nerves why the fuck would he want to sit with me? Just like in gym yesterday I know I'm going to regret what I say "sure" he sits down in front of me with his tray of food in hand. Man this boy can eat it looks like the foods going to flow over the small plastic tray.

I'm about to start reading again and just ignore him when he speaks up. "What you reading?" he asks I sigh "warm bodies" he raises an eyebrow at this, ugh of course he wouldn't know I doubt he's ever read. "It's about Zombies" I continue.

"Oh… you like that kind of stuff?" what is he judging me now?

"Yup" I say popping the 'P' at the end. "I'm intrigued by the living dead" which wasn't a lie. I've always been a fan of horror movies I just never got to watch them.

"That's cool" he comments

We stay in an awkward silence for a few seconds when he finally asks something I knew he must have been dying to ask

"What happened?" at first I don't know what he means but it starts to sink in I know what he meant to say was 'what happened to your face'

"Why do you care" I spit back at him. He tenses at my tone but then he gets this sad look in his eyes.

"Look why are you even here? You know were in public right? People can see." My words seem to make him even sadder

"Why do you want to be seen with a freak like me? People can see. Shouldn't you be embarrassed to be seen with someone as pathetic and ugly as me" I was about to continue on my rant when he grips the sides of my face with both his extremely hot hands.

I look into his eyes and see a mix of pain and anger "NEVER say that EVER again. Ok just don't, never talk bad about yourself" he sounds so stern yet there's a hint of pain. Why does he care? It true isn't it, why the fuck does he care! I pull away from his grasp and I can see we've drawn an audience. This audience includes Brookes Posy of Bitches. She gives me the evil eye and I look down. Why?! Seth seems to notice too but he doesn't show his discomfort instead he casually leans back in his chair. I open my book again and continue my reading. Seth doesn't say anything else but he doesn't leave either instead I can feel him watching me. When the bell finally rings I get up hopefully to go unnoticed by Seth but of course that doesn't happen.

"What class you got next?" was he going to stalk me now too?

"History"

"Great my class is right by there, I'll walk you" he says smiling, why would the thought of walking me to class make him happy?

"Great" I mumble sarcastically. We continue out of the cafeteria and 3 minutes later were at Ms. Popes History class

"I'll see you later" he says trying to get me to look at him. Instead I turn around and walk into class.

"Not likely" I whisper to myself

Class goes by fast considering I wasn't paying attention to a word Ms. Pope said, I ended up watching the bees and the birds roam around outside. We were on the first floor so the window was close to the ground. I was always fascinated by nature and wild life. I loved animals, even though when I had asked for a dog I was beat senseless for 2 days by David. When the bell rang I was the first one out the door hopeing that if I was fast enough Seth wouldn't be out there waiting. I was wrong. Seth was already casually leaning against the wall. He ended up walking me to my next class as well. Couldn't he just leave me alone? When the bell finally rung announcing the school was over, I hurried out of the school before I was run over by people. We had a 3 day weekend since Monday was some sort of holiday and I was sure everyone would start screaming as if it were summer break. Everyone had a reason to be happy, everyone except me. No school on Monday just meant one more day were my family could beat me.

Sigh. I again waited for the parking lot to clear a bit before jogging down the road 2 mile road that leads to hell.