BPOV, a week later….
Sometimes I wonder, if in realty I did deserve what Charlie does to me, or if I am just not supposed to be in this world. I mean, my mother had gotten pregnant with me by accident. Then flat out left when my father wanted to keep me. Then my father becomes a drunk and decides that if he hadn't of wanted to keep my mother and him would still be together.

But I knew the truth. My mother had left because she had never been in love with the abomination that was called my father. If I hadn't been conceived she would have left earlier. My father then would have started drinking, as he did when she left in real life. Then he would have found some even worse way to let out his grief, anger, and sadness.

I mean, I know that to have a constant reminder of his so-called one true love must be hard, but I couldn't understand why he would hate having that reminder so much. That he could beat me every day anyway he wanted to and get away with it. I know that he is the police chief and all, but still, there were many things that just didn't add up.
Like the fact that for the first 3 years of my beating I would scream for help, as loud as possible, knowing that the neighbors would hear me. I know they had, I just wondered why they hadn't helped. Then my teacher seeing me in the same outfit week after week, bruises everywhere, always limping, most of the time with tears down my face, how could they not notice that was out so much because of my abuse, that I was constantly hurt, because of my abuse, and that I was on the brink of committing suicide almost every day.

What goes through my head is very different from a normal teenager's thoughts. Normal teenagers think, 'well I wonder when Bill is going to ask me out!' or 'I need to re-do my lip-stick.', where as my thoughts were constantly the same. 'When is he going to be home? I don't have dinner ready yet!' this thought goes through my head almost 24/7 'why don't I just save him the trouble of killing me? I could just do the deed myself, and never again have to face this kind of pain.', or my favorite 'How in god's name does no one notice the constant agony in my eyes? How do they not see the limp, and pain in my walk? I know they all do notice it, but why in god's name, do they always have to make it worse?'

I felt my silent tears start up again for the thousandth time since Charlie left for work. It was Monday again, still not able to go back to school, espciaclily now that I no longer have my casts since Charlie decided that I didn't need them. And I had the worst bruises I have had in the history of all of my beatings. It seemed that Charlie no longer cared if he got caught, just as long as I was always there to be his constant punching bag.

The school had called many, many times wonder why I was out, but never once had Charlie, or I picked it up. I didn't because after these past few beatings I couldn't really move. I was stuck where I was, right in front of the door. To tell you the truth I had decided last night that from now my emotions would be put on lock down, none showing up, I had also decided the first time I get enough strength to get into the forest, I would grab a knife and run. I'd go to the clearing I normally write songs in, write a note saying sorry to my 

mother, saying sorry to Charlie, and saying sorry to whoever cared. I would also write a little note to be read aloud to the students at forks high. I already knew what it would be like,

Day dream about the teacher reading the letter. MR. BANER reading the letter.

MR.BPOV.

as I walked to the front of the class, I was sadden by the thought of what had happened to poor Isabella Swan. After suffering years and years of abuse she had finally given up, and saved herself the pain. Two days ago she had been found in a clearing in the forest. She had, had a knife buried into her stomach, blood all around her and a smile on her lips. She had also had 2 notes by her on a rock. One was her suicide letter the other, was a letter she had requested be read by all of the teachers to all of the students. She had also requested that we take a couple of days teaching and re-teaching the signs of abuse.

And after our bosses found out that she had suffered years and years of abuse, and it had been easy for us to tell if we had tried, had made us teach this to the children also.

I could hear my class gossiping about what had happened to Isabella Swan. The rumors were everywhere.

"I heard she was raped, and didn't like felling dirty so she killed herself." Some say.
Others like this one better, "I heard her father had kicked her out after hearing she had been doing cocaine." None of these rumors were true and the entire school would soon know that too.

"Class, today we are going to talk about something you will talk about in everyone of your classes. Today and the next couple of days we will be talking about abuse. I know this has nothing to do with our classes but it has something to do with a former class mate." I could feel that I had my students' attention drawn to me, as I talked about the one and only recently made 'former classmate.'

"Who here can tell me the signs of abuse?" I asked the class. I had to wait a minute before someone had the courage to answer my question. It was Angela Weber.
"The classic signs of abuse are bruises, limping, and depression, sadness, staying away from the group, bandages all over, pretending to be clumsy, and someone who seems to have problems to other people." Everyone in the class nodded, knowing the signs of abuse.

"Now class, raise your hand if you had ever noticed anyone of those signs on Isabella Swan?" at first only two or three kids raised their hands but as the students thought about it more brought their hands up. Soon everyone had their hands in the air. I then said, keep your hand raised if you had ever made fun of, pushed, punched, kicked, hurt, or Bullied Isabella Swan?" only Angela Weber put her hand down, of course I could trust her. She was to kind to do something like this. I shook my head before continuing. "Last but not least, keep your hand raised if you ever once thought that Isabella Swan was in fact abused, but still kept on messing with her." Only 2 were able to put their hands down, and as I looked to see who it was I could tell by the look on their faces they were telling the truth. "Ok, then put your hands down." Everyone did as I said.



"Now class, I want to go ahead and set these rumors straight. Isabella Swan Committed Suicide because she had suffered years and years of constant abuse from her father, our own Chief Swan. She had decided she would take the pain away herself rather than wait for him to kill her. Class, Isabella Swan left us a note, written to the teachers and students of Forks High." I saw the number of eyes widen when told them the real story behind Isabella Swans suicide.

I then grabbed the letter and began reading,

"Dear teachers and students of Forks high,
first of all I like to thank you all of the teachers for giving me a place I could get away from my father's abuse. Yes I have been abuse for the past 16 years of my life. And every single day I prayed my teachers, or maybe a nice student, or my neighbors, would notice I was being abuse, but no one ever really cared. I knew no one would ever possibly believe a 17 year-old girl over the police chief, so I never told; also know if I ever did tell it would only be worse.

To all of the students, I hope you have learned your lesson. Just because someone is different doesn't mean you can go and beat them up. School was my only get away and soon that ended up just as badly. I hope you pray to god for you forgiveness.
When and if I go to heaven I will personally put in a good word for the few people who actually pray for forgiveness and feel sorry.

I do want to thank you all though, because without you showing me I don't belong on this earth or in this world, I was able to find a way out. And I am happy, for once.
I want you all to learn about abuse and what it does to a person. My abuse was not even the worst kind. Just imagine all of the people you could help if you knew all of the possible signs of all kinds of abuse.

Also, I would like those who wish to be forgiven by god, for the sin you have done to me to speak at my funeral, even my teachers. I will have no one there for my funeral if I don't have the students and teachers there, and I'd really love the company as I go in my final resting place.

I wish you all good luck with your lives and god's forgiveness, for you had not known the pain I received. I hope to see you all one day in heaven; I will hopefully greet you, singing with the angels.

Have good lives and live happily,

Bella Swan."

My class was crying. I was crying. The girls in the class were sobbing, while the boys were silently letting their tears slide down their cheeks.

Angela Weber was the first to speak after I finished. She still had many tears in her eyes and was sobbing, but she had something that needed to be said. "My father is paying for her burial, and right now we don't have a lot of money, so if anyone could make donations we would love them. I personally want to get her the best headstone and engrave the mot caring words on it, and also get her the finest coffin. But I and my family don't have the money to, so please donate." She paused to let out a small sob. "Also, my father will be doing confessions this week end, if you feel like going to be forgiven for you sins." She sat back down into her seat and dropped her head into her hands, and continued to sob.

For the rest of the class everyone told what harm they had done to Isabella Swan and begged to her forgiveness.



End day dream.
Imagining that made me feel loved but I knew not many people will care, none will cry.
The one thing that had me stumped was that I was thinking, 'What would Edward Cullen think?'

I was about to day dream about what my teachers and fellow students would say when I heard, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, and my father's voice. They were talking.

"Chief Swan we just want to drop Bella's work off and wish her a 'feel better.'" Alice was saying.

"I'm sorry honey but the doctor said no visitors. I pass along the message though." My father said.

"Listen Chief Swan. Our father Dr. Cullen knows you beat your daughter. And she didn't tell him, but lord did he knows. He told us to get her and her things then bring her back to our home, because social services is coming tomorrow, and we need to make sure Bella is healthy to testify against you. Now let us in that house right now before we call your own force to get you to open it." Rosalie growled at him. My father's eyes must have widened because Rosalie let of a chuckle, and said, "Oh ya, we already told the entire force. And our brothers are right around the corner id we need them to. So just let us in and you won't get hurt."

"Fine fine." He grumbled then shouted, "Bella, Honey we have guests." Then the door slowly opened.

So tempted to end it right there but I promised a long chapter. So here you go.

Alice POV

Bella swan still hadn't been at school. It has been about a week since the hospital incident, and ever since then she hadn't been at school. No one at school really cared, I wondered how none of these students noticed the abuse she was getting. Then the fact that they made it ten times worse by giving their own beatings to her.
Edward was grimacing in the driver's seat of his Volvo, probably listening to my thoughts. Rose, was still recovering from what had happened at the hospital. She was so sad, and mad, at the bastard that did this to poor Isabella Swan.

It was her father, and he was making sure, now that she wasn't in school that the beatings were worse and more frequent. I had watched this morning's, and god, I don't know how she lives like that. He had re-broken her bad leg, cracked her ribs, and possibly broken part of her back, I didn't know about the last one because she was unable to stand up. She just took the beating and didn't once scream, which only made it worse.

It had taken at least two hours for me to get calmed down enough, to tell them what had happened. And Edward had been out hunting when I had the vision, coming home to find everyone trying to calm me. Once he had heard what happened it took Carlisle, Emmett, Jasper, and Rose to hold him back from going to kill Charlie Swan.
Carlisle had said, 'no wonder. She had seemed so bad when I examined her, I can't imagine how bad she is now…' by then his face had fallen and his eyes had gotten bigger as he thought about something. He then said to me, 'Alice if you have any other visions regarding Bella I need you to tell me right away ok?" I just nodded and he turned around and walked quickly out of the room.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a vision.

I see Bella Swan. And she is in Edward's newly found meadow. She had a large butcher's knife she slowly put it down on a rock. She then brought out two notes. One said, 'for whom ever it concerns.' The other said, 'to the un-seeing students and teachers of Forks High School.'

I didn't get what she was doing until she put both the notes down on the same rock the knife was on. I slowly realized it was a suicide.



Then Bella, said, four words that broke my heart, "I am sorry Edward." She then proceeded to stab herself in the stomach. She slowly fell to the ground, and let out a whimper then a sigh of relief. Her eyes slowly started to close, and her heart was slowing as her breathing did the same.

I just watched as my 'brothers' soul mate killed herself. She died right there.
I hadn't noticed we had arrived at our home, or the fact that Jasper had carried me into the house. I was crying so hard I hardly felt the missing tears. I suddenly felt a wave of calm come over me slowly. I gave a small smile to Jasper.

"Alice? Honey what did you see?" Carlisle, I realized he was home, asked me. I looked at him and somehow he knew, like we were communicating through our minds like Edward and I did all of the time, well more like my saying what I need in my head and having Edward answer, but whatever. Carlisle just stared at me, his eyes begging me to tell him what he thought was untrue.

"Bella has finally found her own way out." was all I said. Carlisle stiffened and so did Rosalie. While the rest of the family sighed in relief. Edward was the first to pick up on our stiffness.

"Alice, please tell me what Rose and Carlisle are thinking she did isn't true." He begged me. He was pleading and you could see the horrible pain in his eyes at our thoughts.

"It is." Was all I could choke out before I again collapsed into sobs. Everyone in the room was sobbing, either at the thought of the poor girl or the thought of Edward after he loses his true love.

We all sobbed for about two hours. Edward had gone into his room and cried silently and wouldn't come out. We were all trying to figure out how to stop this from happening, when suddenly I had another vision;

Rose and I were outside of Chief Swan's house. We were waiting for him to get home.
"I just want to get in there, grab her, and get her to Carlisle, fast. I really can't handle that we have to wait." Rose was practically growling at me.

"Clam down he is right around the corner and isn't drunk, so it shouldn't be that bad. Emmett, Jasper, and Edward are just a street away, and can hear us if we call Edward in our mind. This will go perfectly. Carlisle was really smart about this." I told her.

"I know. I just want to get her out of there and with us and fast." She said, and then she growled as Charlie's police cruiser pulled up on the street. "I can't wait to put him in jail. I hope he rots away in hell after he dies."

"Me too, Rose, me too." I told her as I got out of my car, she did the same. We then started across the street to confront Charlie and get Bella help.

"Carlisle your idea will work. I see it working. We follow yours. Explain to everyone else while I go and get ready. He should be home in about an hour." I said to my 'father' before I ran, at vampire speed to my room. This will work, I know it will. I told myself over and over again