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'Disturbed Memories' – A Twilight Fanfic

By No Ordinary Cinderella

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Bella's POV

Chapter Three

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Over the next ten years I grew more detached from my 'peers.' I grew more withdrawn, with the repeated question always asked and always the same response given, the physiatrist had given up on me. He always tried to persuade me that vampires didn't exist, and that their were no monsters out there, they were just people who happened to have red contacts and blood smudged on their lips.

Only I knew he was wrong. Everyone else thought I was delusional, traumatised, crazy.

At seven years of age, the guards started to beat me.

At eight years of age, I had permanent scars on my skin, raw and refined. I hated my looks so much.

At nine years of age, they began to bruise me harder, since then, I've had three cracked ribs, two disks dislodged, my shoulder blade dislocated and my wrist broken. Not to mention the multiple burnt marks on my legs and arms.

At ten years of age they began to pull my food away, and tease me, and shout at me, and snarl at me.

At eleven years of age I lost my voice willingly. They punched, kicked, hit, struck me harder to try and get emotion out, no screams, no cries for help, no pleas from a small tiny girl any more, the most they got was silent tears with void emotion.

At twelve years of age, the male guards started to strip me and grope me. I felt disgusting and I scrubbed my skin so hard that many layers turned red and the skin turned raw. It was the first time that I made self-inflicted wounds.

At fourteen years of age, I lost my virginity to a night guard and his cronies. They came back every seven nights after that and they used me, it was the first time I tried to commit suicide.

Finally, at my present age of sixteen, my skin was disfigured and had so many scars, bruises and marks that my whole skin was of varying shades of colour. The guards just laughed in my face every time they saw me.

I had become more independent over the years. I became almost zombie-like, devoid of emotions. It was only when night came did the tears begin to start, the rocking of my body, the sobs echoing off the cell walls.

I felt disgusting, betrayed, horrified, stupid, grotesque but most of all, I was ashamed. I was ashamed of myself for letting them into a secret that I should have never foretold. I should have never trusted those 'nice' guards and physiatrists and police and then I wouldn't ever have been here.

To think, I could have had a normal life. I could have had a future; I could have had my first kiss of a boy I actually liked instead of from some pervy guards. I could have had crushes, I could have gone to school, I could have had a job, I could have gone to a prom, I could have laughed at memories, smiled at people, I could have been married in a few years, I could have had a kid or two, settled down, had friends, had people who loved me, I could have even had a Christmas, but most of all, I could have seen the sunshine.

I never did see the sunshine. No matter how much I begged and pleaded for it to come through the small thin window. It never shined its rays upon me; I never saw the sunshine, the sparkling of the rays as they descended. Oh how I would love to see the sunshine.

All I ever saw when I looked out that tiny slot for a window was the cold rain, pounding on the pavements.

I wanted to be free, but I would never be.

It was just a pretty average day for me today. The guards had left me alone now that I was silent and impassive. They just passed me and smirked, probably thinking about the 'good ole days' when I used to squirm and scream.

I never ate the breakfast in front of me, neither did I eat the lunch that was brought to me, all I did was trace the walls with invisible patterns and stare out the window longingly, waiting for the cloud cover to lighten up so that for once in ten years, I could see the happiness that the sunshine brings.

It rained all day.

I soon fell in a dreamless sleep on my scratchy and wooden bed that was more of two thin blankets, one on top of the other with wood underneath them and a human sandwiched in between.

I awoke to a figure bending over my bed.

She was smaller then me which was nearly impossible, and she was beautiful. She had snowy skin and golden eyes and black spiky hair. She gracefully lifted her finger to her lips and looked meaningful at me.

I climbed out of bed and that was truly when the moonlight hit her beautiful form.

I soon recognised who she was, the one everyone always talked about, the one which rumours spread like wildfire, the last words spun by Miss Graham was that of her tale.

She was the ghost of young miss Mary Alice.

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Authoress' Note:

Merry Christmas!

p.s. This is no ordinary cinderella's cousin postin' for ya'll. She texted me n said to post this or somethin', I don't really know if I did it right so…if she kills me or doesn't update in a while, it's not her fault.

She said she finished this five mins before she had two ago.

Merry Christmas?

And she said to review…what eva that means.