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Sadly, ever so sadly, I do not own Twilight….those little stinkers ___

-Bella-

I woke up the next morning, really late, for I was suspended. I grumbled something to myself as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was a note waiting there for me. It read: Be Good, Bella! Love, Esme. Smirking to myself, I threw it away and got myself a bowl of cereal. Ever couple seconds, I was checking behind myself. Was he here? Was he watching me? Is he scrutinizing my every more at this exact moment? My heartbeat banged against my ribs as I got up, leaving my half eaten cereal on the counter. There was a large, full length mirror in the bathroom. Alice had insisted that we get it. Figures, huh? I lifted up my shirt to look at the cut James had given me the morning before as a warning. It was a little deep but not to much. I took off the Band-Aid from my neck and looked at a longish slice. There was a scab starting to develop on it so I just ripped off the bandage that hurt a ton. The brace on my wrist was helping because it was still throbbing and it hurt a ton still. Then I just looked at myself all together in the mirror. I frowned at what I saw.

Just a plain, abused, ugly, brown-haired girl was staring back. I hated it. I hated her. I hated me. I ran my finger over the cut on my stomach. I remembered how it felt when he cut me though. It felt strangely good. Would it feel that way again if I tried? I smacked my head. No, Bella! I screamed at myself. You cannot cut yourself. That's out of the question! Just out of it, I tell you. Don't go near that knife!! HEY!!! PUT IT DOWN!!!! I wasn't listening to the thoughts in my head. I had a knife in my hand I put it at my wrists. I was afraid. Would I feel it? Or was I completely numb now? It felt as though I had gone completely numb. I felt nothing. I was scared for whatever I was doing. What exactly was doing? I reluctantly pressed it to my wrists. It slid in my skin. I felt it. I felt the pain. The pain felt good. The blood went down my arm and for the first time in my life, I could was in charge. I can choose what happens to me. It felt amazing. I dropped the knife and looked at the blood. Its official, Bella. You've gone insane. I growled at my thoughts. Like I needed to be reminded! The blood covered knife was on the ground and my arm was leaking with blood. I fell to the floor, ashamed. This was terrible. I cannot do it! I ran from the bloody knife on the floor and ran. Ran as fast as I could. I ran out of the house and down the street. I couldn't stand to stay in that house. I couldn't.

It was slightly raining outside and the street that led to my house was overgrown with vines and trees and flowers. All sorts. I held my arms close to my chest. A ratty looking car pulled up and I recognized it immediately. It was the kid from the bar. He rolled down his window and raised an eyebrow. "Need a ride?" I stood there for a moment outside, pondering if I should or shouldn't. Last time seemed fine, why not again? I opened the car and got inside. He started to drive off. "I never did catch your name," he said.

I looked outside for a moment. Trying to remember. "Bella."

He smiled. "It's very lovely to meet you, Bella. I'm Jason." I nodded in his direction, not to be mean. "So where are you headed, if I may ask?" I shrugged, not saying anything. "You don't know?" I shook my head no. "Hmm…do you prefer anything?"

"Death," I said out loud, then covered my mouth. That wasn't suppose to come out. Jason looked over at me. He raised an eyebrow, confused. "I mean….uh…no, I do not."

He nodded, "I have to stop at a friend's house. Do you mind?" I shook my head no. I didn't care at all. My arm was still bleeding, he saw it. "Oh! You're hurt! Did you trip, or something?" I nodded. It was very believable for me. I trip over air. "When we get to my friend's house I'll get you fixed up, okay?" He pulled in front of a small dark red house with black trimming. It looked like a cave. I followed closely behind Jason. "James! Where are ya?" I froze. Did he just say the name I just thought he said? From the dark shadows immerged James. And guess what! It was the devil James. He didn't seem to notice me because I proceeded to hide in the shadows myself. James gave Jason a brotherly/manly hug.

"What's up, Jason? How you been?" James seemed happy-ish.

"I'm good; I've got a girl with me. She hurt her arm though. It's bleeding. Do you think you can bandage it up for her?"

James chuckled. "I'll see what I can do. Let me go get my supplies." He left the room. James didn't seem so bad, at the moment. He seemed almost nice. How incredibly crazy! Jason came to me and grabbed my hand with the brace on it.

"Come now, Bella. James will patch you up." He paused and looked at my face. "Hey, are you okay?" My eyes were wide and I didn't even notice.

I shook my head and whispered as low as possible. "I cannot, Jason. He's… He's after me. Trying to get me." Jason's eyes went wider then mine and he stepped back.

"Ja-Ja-James!!!!!!" James walked in, annoyed with supplies in his arms. "The girl. It's her! It's Bella!" James dropped his supplies to the floor; his annoyed looked turned into a smiling, taunting face. How good my luck was!

"What are you waiting for!? Get her!" James commanded. Jason launched his body at me but luckily, I've been practicing to move around more slickly. I fell to the floor and rolled. He fell face first into the ground. James cursed. "If you want something done right, I guess you have to do it yourself!" He ran towards me and tried to grab me but I dodged to the right and I tried to head to the door. (Kids, don't take rides from strangers! Look what kind of crap it has gotten me into!) James stepped in front of me and walked towards me, ever so slowly. "Well, you've saved me the trouble of coming to you. How helpful you are," he laughed. The hate I held for this man. He took his hand to my throat and held me against the wall. "Are you ready to die?" He began choking me and my vision went black. All I could hear were sounds of smacking and me falling to the floor.

When I opened my eyes, I was sure I was in hell. James had killed me and I went straight to hell. Although, it wasn't as hot as I thought it would be. "Are you okay?" I heard a whisper. I looked over and saw Jason. He was cuddling up in a blanket. There was also one draped across my shoulders and my back was against a wall. I could tell we weren't in that tiny red house anymore but where exactly we were, I didn't know. "I didn't know James was going to kill you. I couldn't stand for it. I had to do something. I beat him up and he went unconscious. When he was out, I dragged you away. You fainted from fear. We're out my hide away house. A little outside of Forks." I thought about this. I was thankful he had saved me, but it would it be best that I would have just died right then, right there? It would be a whole lot of a hell easier.