There in front of me stood the 5 things I had hoped to never see again. Edward Mason, Rosalie Hale, Mary Alice Brandon, and Emmet and Jasper Swan. My almost murderers. My brothers and their gang. Most of my human memoirs are fussy or lost but the memory of the night they almost killed me is crystal clear and unable to be erased.
---Flashback---
Since I was 8 my brothers hadn't liked me. They picked on me at school, made fun of me at home, and strived to make my life a living Hell. And the whole school copied their actions. I never had friends after that. My urge to protect my self and others gave my physical/mental shield.
Then one night that they had gone to a party, I went for a walk. It was stupid to be out at the late hours of the night alone, but I didn't have anyone to come with me. In my head I was alone in the world with no one to love my, no one to care. Some times it seemed like it was always that was.
My parents had always been overly self-concerned, rapped up in their own little world to tight to notice any of my brothers actions. My brothers were all I'd ever had, but even their care for me had ceased to exist.
As I was walking, I stumbled upon my brothers and their gang of followers. They were all drunk excepted Jasper. He never drank or did drugs like the others. Emmet grabbed me as the others did some drunken laugh and jasper stared, emotionless. The Em pushed me down, Edward helped him to brake my bones as Alice and Rosalie striped me of my cloths telling me things like "these cloths are a disgrace" or "to thing your related to your brothers" or even "disgusting cloths, filth!" and Jasper watched with a face of sorry and pain, as if staring into my hurt soul.
"Come on Jazzy boy. Have some fun with her, kid!" I remember Emmet yelling at Jazz. Jasper looked like a little boy watching his mothers murder as he ripped out my hair. He pulled out a knives and began cutting my skin, mouthing "sorry, sorry, sorry" over and over again.
Then they were done and I lie there DIEING!
"You always were a disappointment. A disgrace to the family name. You don't even deserve for me to call you my sister." Emmet told me scornfully. "See you at home."
But he never did. Esme fond me as she drove into town and called Carlisle, who them save what little was left of my life. And I became their daughter, never again to be known as a Swan. No one searched for me, just automatically declared me dead. And I couldn't care less. I was a Cullen now anyways.
--- End of Flashback ---
They were just the same now as they were then. Jasper still had a pained look but he'd filled out, and grown some inches, too. Emmet still looked intimidating, maybe a little taller and, damn, with his new muscles steroids and overdose seemed like the only words to describe them. Rosalie looked as bitchy as ever, and still able to hurt a girls self-worth, but not as well as Cassy. Alice was just the same: a pixie. And Edward was maybe a few inches taller, with more bulk, but he was still the image of perfection.
But they didn't have the same effect on me as before. I wasn't scared of them any more, they didn't make me want to hide, and Rose didn't hurt my self-esteem. But some thing in me came to life as I looked at Edward and all his glory.
JPOVI watched my new little sister score a goal, sending the goalie into the goal with the ball at his gut. She started to celebrate with her team mates and I could only guess that it had won them the game. A ball came fling at the group and she turned just in time to be hit by it and practically fly into the opposing goal post. She crumbled to the ground as one of the four similar looking Native American boys began apologizing and saying he'd meant to hit one named Jake. Then she took the ball and nailed her teammate in the head. I guess he's Jake.
Esme and Carlisle were filled with anger and disappointment, with some dislike towards the Native Americans who smelled horrible. Edward had the feelings of a crush but also some confusion. Rosalie only felt distaste and jealousy. Every one else as feeling amusement.
"Bella!" Esme yelled and the girl turned. That's my dead sister's name. My only sister's name. It cant be. Shock, pain, guilt, and sorrow filled my friends as we saw the familiar face of the person we'd thought we'd killed…
EdPOV
We were all watching as a beautiful girl scored a goal and began to celebrate with her friends. Then a ball hit her sending her fling back into a goal post. I wanted to kill the person who'd done that to her. I was to distracted by her to hear the others thoughts. We'd found out earlier that I can read minds, Jasper can see emotions, and Alice can see the future when Carlisle had invited his friends to join us on our first hunting trip.
Then the girl slammed the ball into the head of another boy. I tried to see what she was thinking and… couldn't. Weird, but I let it pass. She was to intriguing to let it bather me.
"Bella!" Esme yelled with anger. So that was this angels name is. It's… wait Bella? I'd helped to kill a girl named Bella… it couldn't be the same one. No, she was died. But then the girl turned and my suspicions were answered…
APOV
Only hours earlier, I gone through what I thought was the pain of death and was in Hell. Only hours earlier I had wonder if it was the same pain my friends and I had inflicted on my Jaspers little sister. And now, after our first hunt, we all watched as Carlisle's unnamed other daughter, and her friends bet the crap out of each other with a soccer ball. Carlisle's daughter had speed, strength, grace, beauty, and charm. I knew, at that moment, that we'd one day be friends. Best friends!
"Bella!" Esme's voice snapped me out of my imagining. Wait… Bella was the name of Jazz's sister. His only sister. But we killed her. She's not alive, she's not this Bella. And as the girl turned around I really hoped no one noticed that I was wrong…
RPOV
We were watching this girl and the guys were all staring at her like she was hotter than me. Not cool at all! I'd already had to put up with Ms. "I'm so hot" Cassandra, how much more do they expect me to take! She got what was coming for her when the ball slammed into her. Just like her friend got what was coming for him when she hit the ball strait into his head.
"Bella!" Esme yelled. I think all of us got what was coming for us when the girl turned around…
EmPOV
We're standing here watching this girl who's super good at soccer play with some smelly kids, and I realize some thing. This is my sister we're watching! That or her identical twin whom no one knew about. Yeah the second one sounded right… oh come on that's not even practical. She's defiantly Bella! I mean come on, the facts were right in front of me. Carlisle changed his daughter a year ago after some kids did some pretty bad shit to her. Besides just look at her! I looked at the others, they still hadn't realized who she was. Ha! This never happens! The facts, the girl, all the info you need is right in front of them and they hadn't figured it out. And they call he stupid. Well look who's the mayor of stupid town and who's the genius now! I'm the genius and their the stupid ones. But I still flunked most of my classes last year (sex with Rose is just better then homework and studying). If we hadn't killed Bells she would have helped me.
"Bella!" Esme yelled. Wait, I missed something. Well, CRAP! As I looked at my sister I had a revelation or some thing like that, I don't know I heard it in English class once when Rose was absent. I'd killed my sister. I'D KILLED MY SISTER! Oh, crap. And she's looking right at us too…
BPOV
I was looking at my brothers and their gang as Esme yelled at me about how Jake isn't as indestructible as I was, and how it's not polite to hit people like that as if it hurt him at all! I didn't use a baseball bat for crying out lout! No damage done to his "pretty" little head.
Then all of a sudden Em came running at me with open arm like he planed to hug me yelling "Bella!" and scarring the crap out of me. He was maybe 5 ft. away when jumped up in fear, screaming bloody murder. My physical shield lashed out and hit him. Emmet went flying through the window of the living room and taking a crash landing onto the coffee table, shattering it. Well the Ikea people will start to see Esme at lest once a week, why not start now?
"Sorry," I called out, partly to Esme and partly to Emmet.
"Your lucked out, chica." Cassy told me. "Esme bought a second, matching coffee table in anticipation that the first would be broken. I don't think she expected it to be broken this badly, though."
"Yeah," I agreed. I never met most people's expextions…
