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People sadden me…They deny me the own age of Twilight. You all suck!
----Bella----
I woke up in time to get ready for school. Edward stayed with me again because I asked him too. I still felt like I was going to break. I walked into school with my head down and my hair covering my face. For some odd reason, I stopped dead in my tracks and looked up slowly. Edward was in the back of me, Jasper to my left, and Alice to my right. My heartbeat accelerated as I was faced with my worst nightmare. James passed me, looking at me with devilish eyes. He walked passed right by me, with a backpack on his shoulder and entered the school. The cold air hit me and Alice, Jasper, Rose, Emmett, and Edward were all staring at me.
"What's wrong, Bella?" Alice asked, her eyes held a tiny bit of fear. Fear for me.
I shook my head, trying, trying so hard my head hurt, to get him out of my mind. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. Yes! That was it. It wasn't really him. I was only thinking about him too much so I only thought I saw him. I nodded yes and continued inside. Everyone split up to go to their lockers. I shut my locker after getting my supplies for first hour. James was leaning against the lockers on his shoulders, his arms crossed. He flipped his hair out of his amused face that had death written everywhere. My heart stopped and I couldn't breathe. I dropped my things on the floor, but I didn't notice. Neither did he. We just continued at stare at each other. He chuckled and pulled something out of his pocket.
It was a knife. It was sharp, thin, and shiny. Something that could pierce through your skin in less then a second. He chuckled as he played with it in his fingers. "Hello there, sister," he said menacingly. "I missed you terribly," he laughed. "Not. How I will enjoy seeing you later. Here come your friends." He looked over my shoulder. I still wasn't breathing. I hadn't even blinked. "Don't say a word, and if you do, I will know about it." He put that evil grin on his face. He lifted up my shirt and put the knife to my stomach and cut me across it, easily, like I was paper. "That's a warning. See you," he laughed again and walked off in the other directions. My shirt fell down in front of my new cut. It was bleeding but I didn't care. I tilted my head. That cut didn't hurt as bad as it hurt to when Charlie cut me.
In a way, it felt good. It was a sign I could still feel. I thought I had gone all numb. I liked that feeling. I closed my eyes and bent down and picked up my books just as they came up me. I let my books stay in front of my bloody shirt so they would have no idea. "So do you know that guy?" Alice smiled.
I stuttered. "Yea-yeah. I do. He's my fri-friend's friend's friend." Slick, Bella, real slick. Alice seemed to buy it, so did everyone.
"That's cool. Let's go." As soon as I was able to escape to the bathroom, I did. I got into the bathroom and looked at my blood soaked shirt. I almost screamed from everything. I grunted and slammed my hands on the sink. There was no way I was going to get this blood out of my shirt. Alice stuffed extra shirts in my backpack. She knew how clumsy I can be, so in case I spilt either paint or water on it, I can change. I took off my shirt. I looked at it. I threw it in the trash and got changed quickly. As I just put on the shirt, the bathroom door opened up. I snapped up, not looking behind me. Who was it?
Chuckling again, that chuckling freak, stepped closer to me. I tightened up. How I really wished I knew how to defend myself. He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me to him. The look of the devil upon his face. The lights flickered on and off. Let's take a vote! Whoever thinks I am the luckiest person in the world, raise your hands! None? That's what I freaking thought.
The lights turned off. The hand tightened and he laughed out loud with sick pleasure. This seemed to be going according to plan. I needed to find a way out. Somehow. He pinned me up against a wall and pushed me into the last stall. He held my neck in one hand and the knife in the other. My eyes were starting to adjust. I thought as quickly as possible. "So how are you, my dear Bella?" The devil himself spoke. He pressed the blade to my neck, not enough to make it bleed but enough for it to hurt. The bathroom didn't have any windows and it was pitch-dark. "Oh speak to me. How I love to hear your voice," he said. Pressing the blade against it more. A little blood started to squeeze down.
Mom, I said in my head, crying, although I wasn't crying on the outside, oh mom! How I wish you were here to hold me and tell me it was okay. Help me…help me please. Then the dark bathroom brightened from a glowing light. James didn't see it, for an odd reason. An angel was beside me, holding my hand. It was my mother. She stroked my hair with her free hand. I almost broke down from seeing her. She put her finger to her lips and shook her head. "Do as I say, my darling baby girl, and you will survive." Yes, I replied. "Show no weakness. He's cutting your neck at the moment. Don't show that it hurts." I didn't even realize he was. "Now kick him." I widened my eyes. I saw James mouth running but I heard nothing from him. "Kick him. Kick him now!" she yelled instructions. I let my instincts take over. I lifted my legs up and kicked as hard as I could.
I hit him right where-the-sun-don't-shine place. He fell to the ground. I opened the stall and started to run but he grabbed my ankle and tripped me. He pulled me into the large stall and pinned my arms down. My throat was still leaking. I heard no noise. Nothing at all. He was talking but no sound came. My angel mom was floating above his head and looked me in the eyes. "Listen very carefully, this will hurt your sliced neck very much but you must do this for survival. Turn your head to the left and bite his arm as hard as possible. Do it now." I did as the angel said. My throat burned as I turned and my neck pushed out more blood. My head was starting to get woozy. He cradled his hand in his arm and I took advantage of the time. I stretched back my arm and punched my brother in the face. He yelled all sorts of curse words as I tried to crawl out. I got almost to the door when something cut my ankle. I looked down and James was there. His nose was bleeding and he had sliced my ankle. He climbed on top of me again and punched me in the face very hard. My head snapped over to the left and I felt some warm liquid blood rolled down from my lip. I could taste it in my mouth. "Beat his ass, darling," she simply stated and faded away. I didn't want to lose her. Not again. I instantly furious. Mom! I screamed. No! Don't leave me! I cried. She didn't come back and I was left alone, in the blacker then black bathroom at school.
He punched me for the fourth time. I couldn't take it anymore. I struggled and somehow got a punch in. I punched him in the eye. When he held his eye, I rolled over onto him and started punching him. I took out all my anger. All my stress. All my hate. I punched him in the stomach. That's for my childhood. On the nose. That's for father killing mother. I punched in the hardest I could in the jaw. From below and punched up. And that's for everything. I stood up, breathing heavily. James chuckled. My vision improved one hundred percent. I could see in the dark as if it was day light. He held his jaw and laughed. He stood up slowly. He moved his jaw around. Sadly, I had not broken it like I wanted to. He started clapping slowly. "That was fabulous. Just great. But too bad, your best wasn't good enough. Poor little girl," he taunted. I growled. How I really disliked him, but he was correct. My best wasn't good enough. Even with punching him as hard as I could, I couldn't even break a bone. He began walking towards, I was backing up till I was pressed against a stall. "But I will give it to you, most of my victims don't fight back. You're the first. That is quite something." Victims. That word rang through my head. I'm not the only one. "Unlike you, though, they died peacefully. It was quick. Just because they were good. But for you." He did the "tisk tisk tisk" sound. "You weren't good at all. So you will receive your punishment that is cruel, painful, and once I just starts, you will wish it will end right then, right there." He killed others. Others. My eyes were dazed. I couldn't focus. "Even the youngest wasn't as hardheaded as you! Oh god, what was her name?" He snapped. "Mary. She was the cutest little six year old girl I've ever seen. I promised that I would reunite her with her sister as well…" A hint of something went into his eyes but it was gone before I could identify it.
That made me snap. I tackled him throwing him to the floor. As he hit it against it, there was a loud, hallow sound. I literally jumped on his stomach, digging my knees into him, punching him harder then I could have ever thought possible. "How dare you, you fucking bastard!" I screamed as I continued. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and in stepped the principal. She flicked the lights on. That made me all the much madder. The principal's eyes went into alarm and took me off of him immediately. She called down the hall for a little help. We both got sent to the nurse's office but we were separated. Before I left, there was a little piece of paper that fell from James's pocket. I put it in mine to look at later. He was lucky. I swear, I would have killed him right there, right then. Not for my benefit but for the revenge of that little girl. The nurse was really nice to me as she put a bandage around my neck. She had a kind smile. She didn't judge me.
"You're lucky, sweetheart," she said as she tightened the bandage. "You don't need it to be stitched. How are you feeling? Are you dizzy at all? Are you in pain?" She put some medical liquid into all my cuts and it made it sting.
"Do you think I could get some aspirin?" I asked silently. She nodded and gave me some with soda. I looked at her and smiled. I knew only a couple things about Ms. Cane. She was the nicest person in the whole school and she only brought one soda for herself each day. She gave it to me. I took the aspirin and took a long drink of the sweet tasting drink. It burned somewhat as it went down my throat but it was okay. I had a brace on my right arm because I sprung it when James pinned me down on the floor and it made it worse once I started punching him. Then I had a Band-Aid on the cut on my neck. Then Ms. Cane wrapped a gnaws around my ankle and put some tape on it to make sure it will stay. I got off of the bed and I gave Ms. Cane a hug. "Thank you," I whispered and headed off to the principal's office. She wanted to see both of us to determine our punishment. As I walked down the hall, I took out the piece of paper that was on the ground. On the back, it said in big letters. Mary. I turned over and I saw the six year old girl. She had brown hair like me and she looked strangely similar to James and she looked almost identical to me. At the bottom, it said, "R.I.P. my dear daughter Mary. Your daddy James loves you forever." I stopped dead in my tracks. Mary was his daughter. He loved her very much, I could tell. But did a monster such as James capable of love? A tear went down my face and I carefully put the picture back in my pocket. I walked into the office and James was sitting in a chair in the far corner. He was bandaged up as well. He glared at me with hate. I just stared back, with wonder. I still hated that thing but didn't change my thoughts on his love for his daughter.
The principal suspended us each for three days. I walked out of the office and Edward, Alice, Emmett, Rose, Jasper, Esme, and Carlisle was waiting outside for me. I just gave each one a look and pushed by them. I could see the confused look on their face. I didn't look at them like I usually do. My mind wasn't in my mind. For some reason, the reason I thought he was after me didn't seem like the reason after all. Was it because I looked exactly like his daughter when I was that age…? I stopped dead in my tracks. James was a little bit older then me. About sixteen years or whatever. I looked at the picture. Was that my sister in the picture? It looked exactly like me when I was little like that. Wasn't Charlie my father? I never did look like him. If I was James's child, why would he want to kill me? He did say that he promised to reunite Mary with her sister… So he's going to kill me to achieve that? Before I even knew it, I was inside my bedroom. I didn't even remember getting inside the car or out of the car. I was on the ground, sitting in the corner of my room, staring at the picture. The more and more I thought of it, it seemed like I was her sister. I was her twin. I got up from the floor and looked out of the window before I closed the curtains. I looked out but I didn't absorb anything. My mind was so full. I put the picture under my pillow and slept a rocky night.