Author's Note:

Hey guys its been a while, and things have been really hectic. Sorry for neglecting the story. This is the last chapter of THIS installment, do not worry, the next fanfic will be the summer, as in Bella's summer before sophomore year. This last chapter takes place at the end of Freshman year. The reason I skipped so much is cuz the story isn't moving along time wise; its probably only been a month within like seventeen chapters, not even. So Yah. Let's get to the ads then on with the story!

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Prologue

You're a marionette in the center of all the twisting strings coming from above.—Silversun Pickups.

Final Chapter: Substitution

Bella's Point of View

I'm so alone. The world frowns upon my existence like an endless night, trying to suffocate what is left. Emmett, gone. Rosalie, Alice, everyone, they all hate me. Jacob hates me. I don't know what to do anymore. Since the weeks after my birthday, you know, at the beginning of the year, things all went downhill. My life has been nothing but one catastrophe after another, and I can barely keep myself together to pretend I don't give a fuck. But I deserve all of the hate, all of the anger, for what I did to the ones I love…

Flashback to December, Christmas Vacation…

Emmett and I were coming home from a party, and he had had a lot to drink. Even though I was only fifteen and had no license, I offered to drive because Emmett was in no shape to even walk. What I should have done was stayed there, or called someone, but he convinced me that it was okay.

I was driving slow, and good, too, even though I had no idea what I was doing, until out of the snow and the fog came a huge truck. At that moment, we also happened to hit a patch of ice, and, panicking, I swerved. Then, nothing.

End of Flashback…

I had crashed Emmett's truck into a tree. Because he had been in the passenger seat, he sustained severe lacerations to the torso and the head, with too many fractures to count, as well as being impaled all the way through his left shoulder and under his shoulder bone by a fallen tree branch.

He is in a coma. He has been since that night, and now its May. Everyone hates me for it. And they should. I almost killed my brother. I sustained severe injury too, but that's not important. The only thing that really loved me and cared about me is gone. And now I have no one. All I have are the scars from my cutting and the scars from that night. Since then, I have found myself praying, begging him to awaken. But it never happens.

Jacob treated me badly after the crash. I never expected it, he was so sweet to me before. Now he just hits me and even tried to rape me. Good thing I got a good sucker punch.

"Hey slut, go fuck yourself!" I turned around to see Edward and Rosalie, laughing at me and taunting me, they're eyes filled with a cruel amusment.

"Just leave me alone, please." I mumbled, but they ignored me. "We heard about you and Mike, you really are a total whore." Edward remarked. I tried desperately to blink nack the tears that filled my ugly eyes, as I just stood there limply, waiting for more jests. Then, the beautiful, shrill sound of the bell resounded throughout the campus. I had been saved.

I ran to class, getting called names and being tripped almost the entire way there.

Life, as I said, is hell. But what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

Then why do I feel so weak?

Edward's Point of View

What a disgusting excuse for a human being. That slut was just gross. Isabella Swan was known by the end of freshman year for fucking every guy she laid her whorish eyes on. The girl who had put her brother in a coma, the girl that once made my heart beat faster with even the thought of her, turned out to be an easy, not to mention ugly, fuck.

Of course, Alice, being Alice, was always trying to tell us to stop, and that it was all just rumors, but we ignored her, and so she ignored Bella, missing our company. I could honestly care less. My life is awesome. Got three girls right now, gonna have four new ones tomorrow. I own at football and track, not to mention I get straight A's. What more could I want? People are such idiots when they say that love is the only thing that can make you happy—they are wrong. It only causes pain and heartache. Who wants that? Psshh. Not me.

Rosalie and I were waiting for the morning bell to ring and signify the start of another school day when the walking STD arrived, carrying her books in her defiled hands like they were life preservers. I poked Rose and nodded my head towards the ugly thing, and she smiled a mischievous smile.

"Hey slut, go fuck yourself!" Rosalie yelled. Swan snapped her head around and glanced at us for a millisecond before ducking her head down again and mumbling something about leaving her alone. Ya right, not happening hun.

"We heard about you and Mike, you really are a total whore." I sniggered. We all knew that they had fucked in the janitor closet yesterday, Lauren said so herself. Her eyes looked up at mine, and I almost felt bad for a moment, until I remembered who I was talking to. I smirked at her tears.

Why should I feel bad for the slut who basically killed her brother?

Author's Note

Hey sorry that chapter really sucked. But I wanna start the summer installment and really get things moving along with this thing. Sorry I haven't updated in forever. I didn't mean to disappear.

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Norah The Poet