Chapter 2

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The alarm clock rang, jolting me awake. I rolled over in my bed to look at it. Its red lights glared at me, telling me to wake up. Why do I even have that thing on anyway? I bashed on the alarm, making it shut up. It's Saturday and it's not like I have anywhere to go. Hmm, I'm lucky that Charlie didn't want to eat breakfast. If he had, he would have literally kicked me out of bed and dragged me downstairs to make breakfast.

Wait! Today is yesterday's tomorrow. And yesterday I made my decision.

I'm leaving today! I'm escaping this hellhole I will no longer call home. Okay, so its 7:00 right now. Charlie a.k.a Dad must be at work already; his cruiser isn't in the driver. He'll be home at around 10pm. I've got time.

I stayed in my bed trying to sleep a little longer. I did until my stomach grumbled, a signal that meant 'I want food'. I got up stretching, my joints protesting.

I went to the closet to pick an outfit. I chose my cut-up jeans and a plain black shirt along with my undergarments. I shuffled to the bathroom, and turned the shower on as I yawned. I undressed myself and entered the shower when it was hot enough. I washed my hair with my strawberry scented shampoo and washed my body with my freesia body wash. I stood in the shower, wondering if I could really run away.

"No, I've decided. You can do this, Bella. You're a big girl now and you know this is right." I convinced myself.

I exited the shower when it went cool. I wrapped my hair in the towel and dressed up in my plain outfit. I attempted to brush my hair when it dried, but I just ended up putting it up into a ponytail. I jogged to the kitchen now that I was starving. I made a marvelous meal of cereal with milk. I thought of a plan whilst eating.

Ok, so I'll jog to the train station (I don't have a car) and hitch a ride on the train, which leaves at 5. Then I'll worry on the train for about an hour or so. Once I got to my destination I'll try to find a motel or something and then find a job somewhere. Then once I got enough money, I might be able to go back to school. Maybe. Could I do this? I know I'm going to keep doubting myself, but I'll end up doing this anyway.

I washed my bowl and dried it when I finished eating. I ran upstairs to pack the necessities I would need for the trip. (Hey, I haven't tripped yet!) I reached my room and retrieved my old backpack. I packed my toiletries and some clothes from my almost empty closet. The wad of cash I stashed from Charlie was stuffed in to the pack. I used to work at this convenience store, but I quit when working overtime was followed by beatings. I had worked enough to earn at least couple of thousands. I also grabbed my Ipod and charger that Charlie didn't know of. I searched my room for anything that I might need.

As I rummaged around, I found a picture frame coated with dust under my dresser. I blew the grime off and discovered it was a family picture taken before the crash. I remember this picture; it was taken at the carnival that came once a year. I noticed something in the picture that I never took note of before. All of our eyes; my dad's, my mom's and mine; were sparkling with love and happiness for one another.

It's not like that anymore. My dad doesn't have those feeling anymore and neither do I. Who would my positive feelings be addressed to? There's no one I know that I love and care with all my heart. My father stopped receiving those feeling from me when he first pummeled me to a pulp. My mom, she will never have any sort of emotion shown in her eyes. She's lying six feet beneath the earth in a coffin. She's dead. She's not here and she never will be again.

I felt water on my fingers and face, zapping me out of my trance. I realized that the water drops were my tears. I wiped the falling tears away. I can't cry now, of all times. I've got to be strong and brave for future I decided.

I stole a glance at the clock. It was 10. I plan on leaving at around four since the train station is about 4 miles away.

I stowed the picture in my bag and then snatched my favorite book, Wuthering Heights, from my nightstand. I mine as well occupy myself

After a couple of hours I was already halfway through the book. I took a quick look at the clock and noticed it was already ten till four! I better get going if I'm to catch the train. I grabbed my bag and went downstairs. My foot was halfway out the door when my stomach rumbled.. I groaned while turning around and heading to the kitchen. I took a pop tart and stuffed some other snacks for the trip to Forks.

I rushed out the door and began my journey that would change my life.

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