*I don't own twilight*
Okay so I am sure that you are as glad that I am that we are finally off of the letters and are going to get into some kind of story line. Sorry that it has taken so long btw, though I have no excuse, I just couldn't be bothered, that and I had the worlds biggest writers block, On with the chapter…
Life had changed quite drastically since the start of the school year. Back then I was wandering around, linking arms with my two best friends and surrounded by the guys that I loved and would love. But now? Now I wander around by myself, with no one wandering within a 5 metre radius of me.
It was like I had some kind of plague that they didn't want to go near.
I would wander into the cafeteria and be happy to see my friends hands waving at me, to come and share a table. Now? I walked in with a hard mask on my face, acting as best that I could to seem quite happy and strong during this situation.
I don't know why my friends had suddenly decided to ditch me. I hadn't known them long, but I had even heard Alice refer to me as her best friend, and now they all go off and pretend like I don't matter, or like I am nothing, that I don't deserve to live?
This life is getting harder and harder to live, having no one around to support you? Not even my own father Charlie, who had decided to just disappear and never return.
It was eating me up, the anti-socialisation of the teenagers around me when it concerned me in particular, was devastating, not being able to control the world around you when it came to who you were aloud to talk to, it was getting to me in ways that I thought could never be effected.
I was trying not to show how much the abandonment was really killing me, because seeing the look on their faces to see me hurting was too much.
It was hard now even to sit at a lonely table in the cafeteria alone, by yourself on a table and still look happy, but then there are their faces.
Edward looking as if he is going to throw up, he doesn't even stay in the cafeteria for long, I must repulse him that much.
Alice constantly looking as if she is going to cry. Emmett holding a similar facial position as mine, it's a swan characteristic when everything gets too hard, though you can tell the difference between the real emotion and the cover up, well I can.
Rosalie, she was just… not. It was like she was not really there, just kind of there in body but not in mind. Expressionless. Emotionless.
Then there was Jasper… he looked like he was about to burst, he had always been very charismatic, and he always felt a similar way to the people around him, but now it looks like everyone's gloomy moods were getting to him a bit. It doesn't surprise me at all.
Seeing these faces everyday hurts, because it is then that I realise that their abandonment wasn't intentional, or for lack of a better word their decision. Its just the way things had to be.
Edward and Emmett leaving were the ones that hurt the most, Edward and I just reuniting, getting into a relationship that I felt comfortable in, yet me finally deciding that I WAS in fact good enough for him. But when he left, my whole word crumbled down.
Charlie had bee great through all of that, saying it was just a faze, yet two days later he was the one to go as well, I personally don't think it made any sense.
But I will get over it. Maybe ill move back in with Phil, im not sure, im sure that he is still grieving over my mothers death, I could go there.
That's what I would have done, if I knew where Charlie was. If he came back and found me gone, he would be devastated and not just in the way that I had left to go back to Florida after just getting here, but because I didn't tell him, that I just left… without a word of good bye, I couldn't do that to him.
So I will push through the pain and get on with my life, maybe I will even find someone that will want me for who I am.
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It was Friday night, I had just gotten back in from school, and some aimless driving for hours, all because I wanted to put off coming home, specifically coming home to nothing, no one.
But I knew that I couldn't drive around aimlessly forever. If Charlie was home he would get worried. He had a tendency to do that.
I pulled into the driveway, stowed my car and walked into the house.
My dads car, or looked like it was parked on the street, so I figured he would be home, and that it was actually him.
I walked over to the fridge, feeling a little thirsty I grabbed out the orange juice, poured myself a glass and put the juice back in the fridge. I was standing in front of the sink, looking out the kitchen window into the utter blackness, when I saw what looked like a guy holding a Hessian bag.
I did the first thing my instincts told me to do, and that was to scream.
Though my screaming was futile, it had no effect on what was happening.
A smelly sock was shoved in my mouth, though I did my best at struggling to keep it out but the guy had my hands behind my back in a vice grip.
Once the sock had been successfully shoved in my mouth, the bag was forced over my head and I was crammed all the way in, and then picked up and thrown into the truck which I had presumed was Charlies, though now I knew whose it was.
I did my best to kick and thrash around as the man dragged me across the ground. The pain of it was immense, like nothing I had felt before, I swear that the bag was going to rip, but it never did.
I was getting more and more scared of what was going to happen, it was terrifying being locked up in the trunk on a car bound and tied with no way of getting out.
It was becoming harder and harder to breath, the oxygen in a stuffy car boot being limited either way, though trying to breath through a bag was proving to be even harder.
After all too long the car came to an immediate stop, and I could feel my body being thrown against the side of the boot, I groaned in pain as I landed on my hand.
I was sure that it was broken, the pain was unbearable, and noiseless tears ran down my face.
I could hear the drivers car door open, and the driver getting out, slamming the door behind him, I was nervous, I could hear the clomp of his shoes hitting the ground as he rounded the car.
The car boot was violently yanked open, known by the sound that the door made in protest. Then there was a sound, no a voice.
"Bella, we're here"
So there you have it, I have started to get back into a plot again, I know that the notes were getting a little frustrating, I tried to make this one a little bit longer, and yet not too long so that I could finish it where I did.
So there you go
R&R
jEss Xxx
