Author's Note:

I want to apologize for my error in the previous chapter. Thank you to LuxAngelFallen023 for pointing it out and correcting me. The impala is a 1967 not '63. I am a Supernatural fan, I just always mix the years up for some reason.

I also want to say congrats to LuxAngelFallen023 and i am mrs emmett cullen whom both get to put in an idea for any story that I am working on as long as it isn't so drastic to where it won't make sense. I would appreciate if ya'll would message me on my account and not review the idea and let me know so I can get started with figuring out what I can do with that idea. Again, thank you for pointing out my tragic error. I'm done ranting now, let's get to the second chapter of The Emo Princess and the Dark Angel.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea….unfortunately...the things I could do if I did...hehehe

Bella's P.O.V:

After dinner, we all hung out in the living room. Charlie and Billy were watching the game and screaming at the tv, while Jacob and I were talking and laughing about stories from when were growing up together. We sure were a pair, apparently not only did I make mud pies with him but one time when he made me mad, I shoved it into his face while his mouth was open and he tasted mud for two days. This felt nice, to just reminisce with old friends and not have to worry about it having any ulterior motives. At about 10 they left after the game had ended.

I said my goodbyes and then went up to my room. The closer I got, the more my chest hurt. I was alone, meaning I had all the time to myself along with all the painful thoughts, all the hurt. I didn't like being alone, it was physically crippling. I got into my room and closed the door sliding down along it till I was sitting on the floor. I was taking short gasping breaths and the tears were running down my cheeks and I couldn't get a breath. I just wanted to get the pain to stop, but there was no way to do that...or was there. My thoughts went back to the night I busted the mirror and how the pain receded as the blood flowed. That was the secret. Physical pain made the emotional one go away.

I ran to my desk in search for two objects. A small pencil sharpener and a screw driver. I found the first but I didn't seem to have a screw driver. I pulled at my hair as a whimper left my lips. I had to get it to stop, that's all I wanted. I heard Charlie's snores and decided I was going to get that screwdriver. I was just about at the door when I remembered something, something that would help.

I threw the sharpener on the desk and went to my matress. I lifted it up and found a Wilson Standard Pistol that I got as a birthday present from Dean on my 16th birthday and a couple knives that I lifted from the Winchesters last I saw them.) Now, you're probably wondering, Who are the Winchesters?" Well, they are John, Dean, and Sam. John and my dad served in the Marines together and they were best friends for life. Dean and Sam were always around and were basically my big brothers. Dean by now was 28 and Sammy was 24. They stopped by when they they could and had something near-by. The Winchesters were hunters, but instead of game...they hunted the supernatural. My father had no knowledge of this but I did because I saw some files while they were working on a case and I was hooked. From the time I was 13, I could shoot, track, hunt, kill, and lie with the best of them. I was good, almost great, but I gave it up when I was 16. More like Sam made me give it up. I was only 6 years younger than him and because of that and me being a girl, he made me leave the business and live a "normal" life. I remember that day so vividly

~Flashback~

It was my 16th birthday, and I just couldn't wait for the Winchesters to come they always did. As soon as I heard the engine of the Impala I took off like a bullet from the barrel of a gun, ignoring the fact that I had been in the middle of a conversation with some friends from school. I threw the door open and ran full speed at Dean, jumping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and hugged him for dear life. When he put me down, I hugged Sam next, but this time a normal kind of hug. While John and Sammy didn't understand it, Dean and I were as thick as thieves. We always had each others backs, and even though there was a big gap in age and we were totally two different personalities, we were best friends.

We all walked in and hung around, talking, laughing, and having a good time when Dean pulled me outside, telling Renee that we were going for a walk. We were just walking around until suddenly he pulled me to a stop. I noticed we were where no one would see what was going on.

"Is there a reason you dragged me out here...where no one can see…even though you know Renee doesn't particularly like that we're as close as we are." I asked him, raising my eyebrow and smirked playfully at him.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled. He reached into a hole in a tree and produced a case with a big blood red bow on it.

He handed it to me smiling, "Happy Sweet Sixteen babygirl."

I opened it and squealed, jumping up and down in true girly fashion. Although, if a actual girly girl received this they would probably freak. Inside the case was my first actual gun. It was a Wilson Standard Pistol with ammo and a pocket knife that was engraved with HB. I raised my eyebrow at him about that and he simply stated it was because I was Hells Bells from now on. I laughed and hugged him and told him I would have to think of a way to hide it from Renee because she would surely freak.

We went back to the party after I successfully hid the case till I could properly hide it so my mom wouldn't find it.

The party lasted till about 8:30 or 9:00 and everyone had gone home. I couldn't stop thinking about my handgun that I would love to go shooting with Dean and Sam at a range before they left. Unfortunately, they were just going to crash here and be on their way before the sun came up.

I went to bed and fell asleep quite quickly that night, when I was woken up by someone shaking me lightly.

I looked up through sleep clouded eyes and saw Sam.

"Sammy, what are you doing? It's only," I looked at the alarm clock and saw it glaring 2:30 at me,"2:30 in the morning. What's going on?"

He threw a robe at me and asked me to take a walk with him. I agreed and went with him curious as to if they needed help. I would help the boys out when they needed it from time to time, whether it be sneaking out to go help them or purely getting intel and information for them when they were out of leads.

We got to about where Dean and I were when he gave me the pistol when he stopped me and turned me to face him.

"Bells, we're leaving." He said.

I looked at him confused, "You woke me up for something that I already knew? You're lucky I love you Sammy or I'd kick your ass."

He shook his head at me, "Dean and I are leaving Isabella. We're leaving your life, for good this time. You only weigh us down." He looked so cold in that moment. He was no longer the goofy guy whom I thought of a older brother, as a protector. In front of me was a guy who couldn't care less what happened to me, they couldn't care if I lived or died.

"Dean.." I started to tell him, but he cut me off.

"Dean agrees with me Isabella. He thinks you slow us down and that you just need to leave the business." He growled, glaring at me.

I searched his eyes and there was nothing to dispute it. I fought back the tears and did the only thing I could think of. I slapped him across the face, there was a satisfying crack as my hand made contact with his cheek.

"Then you two best just leave. Just go" My voice tried to sound angry, but it came out so forced and weak it wasn't more than a whisper.

He tried to comfort me but I just simply pushed him away. I screamed at the top of my lungs for him to just go and that I didn't need them and then I bolted for the house.

As I was coming in, I saw Dean. When he saw me he actually managed to look concerned.

"Hells, what's wrong? Why aren't you in bed. babygirl?" He asked.

I laughed sarcastically, "You know Dean you don't have to keep the charade up! I get it, message received. Just take your crap, your car, and your damn brother and get the hell out of dodge. That's what you're best at!" I ran to my room before he could answer and as soon as the door closed the sobs managed to escape.

I cried, I didn't leave my room for days. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I just sat looking out the window. Renee got so worried, she called doctors, therapists, and my father.

He took time off and came down and just held me as I cried telling him that I had no one left to protect me. My older brothers were gone.

I never did hear from them again. They kept their promises.

I grabbed the pocket knife that Dean personalized for me and went into the bathroom.

That night was the first night I made the pain stop for a little bit, that was the first night that I harmed myself to take the pain away. It was like losing both Ed..him again and the Winchester's all over again and it hurt. That would soon change.

~Next day~

I woke up in the bathroom with dried blood on the floor and on my wrists and hands and listened for Charlie. He wasn't up so I made quick work to cover up what I did. When I was done you wouldn't know that it ever happened.

I went to my room and got dressed for school wearing a long sleeved shirt and pants with a pair of converse. I made my way downstairs and started breakfast.

~time skip about a month and a half~

It was getting worse and worse. It was occurring more than before. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched. It was harder to get by and pretend I'm okay. I'm just glad that Charlie still thinks everything is okay.

Charlie's P.O.V:

Everything was not okay. Bella's personality has done a total 360. She was sweet, caring, not a violent or angry bone in her body. Now, she's angry, hostile, I found a pack of cigarettes in her purse the other day and a flask full of what smelled like whiskey or bourbon or something. She was skipping school, her grades were suffering. I know she has tattoos now and piercings and she's just so...bitter. I knew that Renee wasn't going to do a damn thing, she'd never talk to me. I had one option...it was the only thing I knew to do that might help.

I grabbed the phone and dialed the number of my last hope to get my daughter back and hopefully she could forgive me for this.

Dean's P.O.V:

I was in Seattle, Washington. (I'm making it to where Sam goes back to school for a little bit just to honor Bella and her ideals.) I had just finished up a case and was packing up Baby, when my phone started ringing Back in Black.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Dean, I know that whatever happened with the two of you happened, but son...I need your help." The gruff voice of Charlie Swan said.

"Charlie?" I hadn't heard from him in two years.

"Dean, it's Bella." He said. His voice sounded like a man who feels defeated and he just lost everything.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"She's not herself. She's drinking, smoking, skipping school, her grades are falling, she got tattoos and she has piercings. She is always wearing long sleeves and she's just….not her anymore. I'm worried and she won't talk to me and Renee would make it worse. I would love if you came and sorted this out. Please, I don't know what to do to save my daughter from herself." His voice cracked and it sounded like he was crying and I knew it was serious because Charlie was just like John. Show no emotion for your enemy to use against you kind of ideals.

This just left me speechless. Piercings and tattoos that didn't surprise me. She was always fascinated with the idea of getting them, but the drinking, smoking, the skipping school, the failing, that wasn't her. She was always getting onto Sam about him being smart and that he should use that and go to college. Why was it she was skipping school? She always, ALWAYS got onto me for my drinking and look at her now? Something was wrong.

"I'm in Seattle. I'll be there." I said. I hung up the phone, got in the car, and left the hotel making my way for Forks.

I stepped on it and tried to work out in my mind what could honestly make her act like that. Sure, she had a mouth on her when it came to smart ass comments but she wasn't the type of person that she is acting like.

It was about 4 hours later that I got there. She would be just getting out of school ,if she went today that is. I put Baby into the drive and went up and knocked on the door. Charlie opened the door and the look on his face matched his voice when he was talking to me on the phone.

"Thank god you're here Dean. You are a godsend." He said.

That really made me worried. I nodded and went inside.

"Do you know what could have started this behavior? I don't believe that she just got it into her head that she was going to change that drastically." I asked.

"A couple of months ago her boyfriend broke up with her in the woods and left her there by herself. She was in there for hours before she found her way out. She was silent and upset for a little while before she finally snapped out of it. She accidentally busted her hand in a mirror. Then, she got her tattoos and her piercings done. She got new clothes. new hair, but she was still...well her. Then, about a month ago or something it all turned south." He said.

I nodded. Hearing that she didn't call me when her boyfriend broke up with her hurt, about the same amount when she screamed at me to get out of her mothers house. I still to this day don't understand what cause her to blow up like that when not even a couple hours earlier we were laughing.

I went upstairs and into her room. It was a normal looking girls bedroom. The closet was filled with a edgy wardrobe that I was kind of iffy on. I picked up the mattress and saw that she still had the knife and gun I gave her the night she threw me out of her house. That made me smile. I took the knife and opened it, trying to check to see if the blade was still sharp. I was about to close it and put it away but then I notice there was dried blood near the handle. It was an unusual amount for it being a simple pricked finger. I went into the bathroom and saw the white floor spotless. I got to the ground and smelled bleach. I then saw a small speck of dried blood in the grout. I ran downstairs.

"Charlie, you've said that Bella all of a sudden started wearing long sleeves?" I asked.

"Um...yeah. In the last month and a half. Right about the same time she busted her hand." Charlie said.

My stomach felt as if I was going to barf. She wouldn't, would she?

"Charlie, I want you to go somewhere and i'll call you when I am done talking to her. I want it to be just the two of us so she can speak freely." I said, my voice hard. I was angry. No guy is worth what she is doing to herself.

He looked at me, sizing me and my intentions, and then nodded.

"I got to be getting to work anyway." He said.

I nodded then had an errant thought, "Oh Charlie, if anything gets broken, I'm sorry."

He looked at me with a concerned expression, opened his mouth to say something, then closed it shaking his head and walking out.

I growled. "Fuck, baby girl, What have you done?"

I heard the door being unlocked.

"Dad?" Hells Bells yelled.

I stepped out from where I was.

"Nope, but I am." I said crossing my arms against my chest.

She glared at me, "What the fuck do you want?"

I smirked at her looking at the floor then looked at her, "Well, you sure have changed. Cursing, skipping school, smoking. Charlie called me sweetheart," She got this pissed look on her face and I figured that I would defuse that right there, "Don't you even get mad at him about this, he is just worried about you!"

She got a slightly guilty look and then hid it.

"I mean, come on baby girl, what is going on? Talk to me!" I said throwing my hands up.

She rushed at me and started pounding on my chest. I held her and just let her. It took a while but she finally stopped and went slack and she was crying.

"Sh, baby girl. It's okay, being hurt by what he did is understandable. You could have called me sweetie. I would have been here in no time."

"I'm mad at you. You could of had the decency to call and tell me that Uncle John died to save your ass" She screamed.

My eyes widened. How in the hell did she know that….