Authors Note: Omg. You people went crazy over Tanya getting punched in the face by Bella. This chapter is continuing right after the last one.

"Excuse me," said a voice from behind me, which I instantly recognized as Carlisle, "please take your hands off of Bella."

Leaving

I turned my head slightly, to see Carlisle standing behind me.

"I don't think that's necessary," my mother said, but sure enough, she took her hand off of me instantly. "My daughter is capable of fighting her own battles." I hated how daughter sounded coming from her mouth. How could she still consider me her daughter? A mother would LOVE her daughter. She obviously hadn't.

"Bella, would you like to go upstairs while I speak with your mother?" Carlisle asked me. At first I was reluctant to leave them, but than I realized that my mom couldn't do anything to hurt Carlisle physically. I was shocked to see how tall Carlisle actually was.

As I slowly lifted my legs up the stairs, one at a time, I realized how much I hated my life.

Sure, I could be distracted from that fact, like having Alice or Edward around, but when it came down to it, I could never and would never stop hating my life. When those distractions were gone, I just realized how much I hated my life. All they did to me was close my eyes momentarily, to make it so much worse when my eyes were opened once again.

This would be perfect. That thing I refer to as my mother would come ruin my life, never making me think there was a point of living. She would help create my own personal hell on earth. And I would just accept that. My eyes would always be open, to face the facts. The facts that would never change, never get better. Only possible get worse.

As I opened my bedroom door and walked in, I felt a pang of guilt. Esme and Carlisle had done so much for me, just to have it become..... nothing. I didn't think I could stand another minute of it.

I had to get out of here. Things couldn't continue going this good. I know, I would be out of foster care in a few months. But after that, what did I expect to happen? Obviously, my life wasn't going to continue being something I thought was 'perfect' for the rest of my eternity. Edward would probably find a girl, instantly fall in love with her, and drop me like the piece of crap I really was when it came down to it. Alice would get sick of me complaining about her dragging me out shopping, or trying to do something I didn't want to do. Nobody wanted to be around somebody like me.

I needed to get out fast. I couldn't wait, and ask foster care to relocate me. That could take days, weeks, or even months. I might as well just kill myself if I was going to do that.

Suicide. I didn't want to think about that. Sure, I do compare my life to a living hell at a bare minimum of once a day. But I couldn't let it end. I wouldn't. I had promised myself one thing. Well, more than one thing. But the only promise I would ever keep to myself – or anyone, for that matter- was not to commit suicide. I didn't want to become one of those people, who just committed suicide to leave their life behind. I didn't want to be a sheep, and follow their lead.

Maybe it wasn't being a sheep. More like being a shepherd. Actually, a bad shepherd. Most teens didn't kill themselves. Most had been blessed into a normal life, with normal days full of joyful events. But not me.

I had been the baby who instead of being pushed around the park in a frilly pink or blue stroller, had been pushed around the basement.

I vaguely remembered what somebody had told me when I was ten years old and had asked why I didn't live with my mother.

"Why don't I live with my mommy? How come I never get to see her? Who does everybody else get to see their mommies? I think I miss her. But I have never seen her, so there is nothing to miss. If I had seen her, I would miss her, that's for sure." I had been talking to the smiley secretary at the office I went to when I would be moved to a new home.

She chuckled nervously, still keeping a smile on her face. "Well, sweetie, your mother did some mean things to you." What type of mean things?, I wanted to ask. Did she not buy me the toys I wanted? Before I had a chance to ask those, the lady continued speaking. "I think you're old enough to know. You're twelve, right?" I was about to correct her, tell her I was only ten, but I was pretty sure she would change her mind if I informed her about my actual age. Instead, I nodded my head quickly.

"Well, your mother didn't exactly take proper care of you. She would punish you harshly for little actions, like slapping you when you spoke when you weren't supposed to. Very mean of her to do, especially considering you were only two or three, and didn't know any better." I could feel myself getting panicked. All I had ever heard was my mommy was unable to take care of me at the moment, so somebody else was going to help her with that. Never anything else, especially nothing about her hurting me in any way, shape or form.

I was so startled by this news. I didn't want to hear any more, ever.

Thinking back on that memory, I really am glad I hadn't none anymore than the facts. I didn't want to know the gory details, of my blood being splattered around the room. Of course, it hadn't been that bad. Else my mother would be in jail at the moment.

I didn't just want out now, I needed out. I needed it like I needed oxygen to breath, food to eat, water to drink. I had to get out now.

I grabbed a small duffel bag from the bottom of my closet. I threw half my belongings onto my bed in a hurry. While I crammed them into the limited space of my duffel bag, I realized there was no way I could fit all of this in here.

I put back half my clothes that I had gotten, leaving me with three shirts, two pairs of pants, and a pair of shorts, on the off chance I would get overheated. Or maybe I would go somewhere really hot. Anyways, it was best to be packed for anything if you were going to run away from home. Or somebody else's home, for that matter.

On top of my clothes, I packed a purple toothbrush, two tubes of toothpaste, a hair brush, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, my wallet, and, after everything else was packed, my laptop and iPod.

I decided to use the window, because I could easily fit through it and it went off the deck, so all I had to do was sneak around to the front unnoticed, and leave.

I sure as hell hoped this worked.

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