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I got up out of my seat at the end of the lesson and took towards the door, waiting for everyone else to leave. The teacher asked me if I was okay before I left, and I smiled, reassuring him that I was fine. I got into the halls and let out a surprised squeal when I was pushed against the lockers. My books, knocked out of my hands, scattered all over the floor.

I slowly shut my eyes, letting myself get ready for what's to come.

"Hey fatty." A low feminine voice sneered. Tanya. "I was wondering, how many people did you have to eat to get this fat?" She asks. Before I can stop her, she punches my stomach and I lose my breath, my eyes snapping open and filling with tears. Laughter echo's around the empty halls, bouncing of the walls. Tears build in my eyes and I look over Tanya's shoulder, seeing everyone here. Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Tanya, Jasper, Tyler, Mike, Eric, Ben, Paul, Jared, Alice, Sam, Jessica and Lauren.

Alice is being held back by Rosalie as she tried to get over to me. Emmett, Jasper and Ben are all looking at the floor and Angela is stood with Alice, tear building in her eyes. The rest however, are telling Tanya what to do. They are telling her nasty things that she should do to me. I silently beg Alice to stop screaming at them. She's begging them to stop while Rosalie laughs.

"I expect to see you at lunch time, usual place." Tanya whispers and I swallow hard, knowing what she means. With one last hit to my stomach, they all leave, their laughter still bouncing of the walls.

Chapter two.

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I spent the rest of the day with my head down, trying to avoid everyone. Lunch came around far too quickly and there was a permanent feeling of unease in my stomach. I wanted to go home, but they all know where I live, I even live with one of them.

Classes were boring, but then again, I couldn't find them interesting if I wanted to. Alice was in my lesson third and she came over to me, tears in her eyes. She hugged me and told me how sorry she was, that she wanted to get to me. It broke my heart seeing her so sad, to see her in so much pain. I assured her that I am fine, trying to laugh of my pain to make her smile again. Of course, she saw right through me, telling me that I shouldn't ignore it and I should tell someone.

I ignored her. Everyone snickered as I passed by, laughing in my face. The sense of regret was great and I regretted coming into school at all. I could have faked an illness, convinced Renee to let me stay home. She would have too. She would be at work and I could have stayed in my room, listening to my music.

The lesson before lunch I shared with Ben and Jasper. Both people I would consider my friends, but I don't know them enough to trust them fully. I know neither of them would intentionally hurt me, but I don't want to let anyone else in. I let my parents and Emmett in, and only my parents haven't hurt me.

Alice forced herself in, not giving up and proving that she would be there for me. I lashed out at her at first, but she yelled at me, telling me that she hates the rest of them. The only reason she still sits with them is because of her boyfriend Jasper and her loyalty to her school. Her cheerleading skills are sought after. And also the fact she is Edward's sister.

When lunch finally came round, I swallow hard and got out of my seat. I almost went to the library, to hide there until biology. But I know if I did, it would be so much worse. I left the math block and walked over to the food block. On the third floor there is an old bathroom there that no-one uses anymore. No-one but Rosalie and her 'crew'.

When I got to the door, I held my head up high and knock on the door. It opened almost instantly and Tanya stood there, a smirk on her pretty face.

"Nice of you to join us." Laughter floats out to me as Tanya steps out the way and I walk in, my head still held high.

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Sitting in front of my vanity mirror, I press the small bag of peas to my eye and wipe at the blood on my chin with a piece of tissue, wincing as I do. Today was worse than normal. Usually it's just nasty words and a few blows. They went all out today.

Hot, salty tears stream down my checks, going into the small cuts and making them all sting. The pain all over my body throbs, the blood licking behind every single bruise. The pain is good; it makes the stabbing in my heart stop for a while. Everything they said floats around my head, making me slightly dizzy. The rusty smell of blood doesn't help that either.

I left straight after lunch, not being able to stay in school any longer. The cold wind blew against me on the way home and it helped dull the pain. I know I will get in trouble for skipping the last part of school, but I can't find it in me to care anymore. Renee and Charlie can do what they like.

Moving away from the mirror, I get up and go out of my room, down to the living room. I sit on the settee with my knees to my chest and let my head rest on them with my back to the door. The pain killers I took start to kick in and I find myself drifting off into black.

A young female with long brown hair runs around a garden as an equally as young brown-haired boy chases after her. The girl squeals and giggles and the young boy make's zooming noises, his arms stretched out as if he were a plane. Soon, the young boy catches up to the girl and taps her on the arm, yelling out that he caught her. The little girl sticks out her bottom lip, declaring that he isn't fair.

The little boy, taking in the young girls appearance, feels his resolve crumbling. He tells the little girl that she can have one more chance and a large smile dominates her face and she takes off again. He counts to five then thunders after her, making the same noises again.

A woman comes out of the house attached to the garden, a mixture of both the children in her. She's very beautiful, with creamy skin and deep brown hair. Her hazel eyes sparkle with pride and amazement as she watches the two children.

The little girl stops running and looks at the woman, a big, toothy grin on her face as she waves up at her. The woman waves back, letting her own smile widen. The young boy, excited due to his game, doesn't see that the young girl has stopped running and he barrels towards her.

Before it can be stopped, the young boy runs into the young girl, both of them falling to the floor with a thud. The boy, stunned at what had happened doesn't move to get of the much smaller girl. She, however, lets out a loud wail. She can smell blood and her young stomach churns.

The woman runs over to both children, fear clenching at her chest. She knows that no real damage has been done, but she still needs to make sure for herself that both children haven't been harmed to badly. Once she reaches the tangled children, she lifts the young boy off of the girl. After, she goes to the girl.

The young girl sniffles, trying to keep her tears at bay. She feels silly that she cried in the first place, but her knee throbs. The woman sits next to the young girl on the floor, pulling her onto her lap. She looks all over the young girl, inspecting her for any damage. When she sees the young girls knee, she sees a small scrape across it, but nothing to serious.

"It's just a small scrap baby." The woman coo's to the young girl.

The young boy, seeing the little girl so upset, feels really bad. His chest constricts and a few tears build in his own eyes. The girl sees his tears and puts her arms out, wanting the little boy to come and give her a hug. He does just that, falling into her little arms and embracing her back.

"I'm sorry Belly bear." He whispers timidly.

"Don't worry, Emmy. It doesn't hurt that bad." She smiles and he smiles back.

An older version of the little girl before stands in the middle of a kitchen. An older version of the boy stands in front of her. His face is red and he looks angry. The girl is watching him with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her face is painted with pain and she looks older than her years. She has grown in size, in weight as well as height. Broken sobs escape her as she looks into the boys face.

"Your evil. You know that? You drove one of my friends out of this town!" His voice has deepened and gotten louder. The girl whimpers.

"I didn't do anything! He tried to force me to kiss him and when I refused he beat me up Emmett!" She argues. He looks livid, ready to strike anything that gets in his way.

"Stop lying Isabella. It's all you seem to do anymore!" His face was contorted. He was beyond livid now. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She had never been more scared of her brother in her whole life.

"I'm not lying. Why wont you believe me?" Her voice was bordering hysterical. He could sense it too and his heart clenched. He doesn't want to feel this way. Feel the hate towards his sister. Some many people have told him stories about her that he knows aren't true. He cant help but begin to believe them.

His sweet innocent sister has change so much, right in front of his eyes. He has watched her grow and grow until she grew to much. He watched her eat her way through everything she could get too. He hated what she had done to herself, and in turn, what she had done to him. Everyone hated him because he was the 'fatty's' brother. Twin brother to be exact. He had to turn against his sister to protect his reputation.

"You know what? I am fed up with you being horrible to me, all the damn time! I have had it with the nasty comments and the horrible looks." Her raving began and she couldn't stop it. She needed to say this and it felt amazing to. "I know I'm fat. I know I am and I don't need you or you little friends to tell me, every fucking day.

"You're my brother! Your suppose to protect me and look after me. Your suppose to beat the guy that breaks my heart, not beat me down with the nasty words you spit.

"You know what? I hate you! I hate you so much that I hate myself for it. I shouldn't, but I do. I hate you Emmett." She screamed and ran out the room, leaving the boy alone with tears on his cheeks.

I wake with a start, tears on my cheeks and sobs coming out of my throat. That wasn't a dream. When Emmett and I were younger, we would always play together. He would be my brother, my protector. He would always make me smile and laugh and make me feel better if I was having a horrible day.

That day that I told Emmett I hated him, was horrible. His face looked so pain when I screamed at him, but it felt god to let it all out. I felt lighter after I had told him all of that. The funny thing is, is his eyes gave away all of his pain, but his face stayed black. He was hiding everything behind the mask, like always.

"Dad's taken Mom out for the night. They said for you to order us pizza." A low voice sounds from the door way. I nod and wipe away my tears, biting my tongue to stop more from flowing. I swing my unsteady legs of the settee and stand up, pain flashing up my side. I put my hand to my rib, willing the pain to go away, just for a little while. I can cry in the shower later.

When I turn to leave the room, I see Emmett still stood there, his eyes roaming over my face. I look down, and stop walking, knowing I won't be able to fit past Emmett and the other side of the doorway.

"I'll order it in now. Do you want your normal?" I ask, my voice gruff from sleep and the tears I have just cried. He doesn't answer and I look up at him, wanting to see what could possibly be the matter with him.

His face looks pained and his bottom lip is between his teeth, a habit he picked up from me when we were children. His hazel eye, the same as our mothers, look lost, like he doesn't't know what to do. Like he's fighting a battle inside of himself. I drop my eyes again, not being able to watch Emmett like that any longer.

"What happened?" His voice is small, like when we were children. I shake my head, refusing to tell him. If I did, he might laugh; tell me it's my fault. He might join in with them next time.

"It doesn't matter." I shrug, still looking down, tears building.

"Yes it does!" He roars. I look up, shocked. "Isabella you need to tell me." He's still yelling and I sit on the settee, worried that he is going to take his anger out on me.

It goes silent for a few minutes, Emmett still fuming in the doorway and me playing with my hands in my lap. Why is he so upset about it all, all of a sudden? He has never cared about me, not for a long time anyway. Seeing this side of Emmett is horrible. It shows me that he does have a heart, but confuses me to no end. It shows me that he does care, but then I think back to everything that has happened to me a he has been part of it. All the nasty words and the horrible looks.

I wish we could all be like when we were kids. It didn't matter what you looked like or what your likes and Interests were. The only problem for anyone was what colour crayons they had. Nobody cared if their friends were going out or if they had brown hair instead of blonde.

I stand up again and walk over to Emmett, wincing the whole way. His eyes get wide and he looks apprehensive about what I am going to do.

"Excuse me." I whisper, looking him right in the eye. His eyes narrow and he stands his ground.

"Who did this to you?" His tone is cold. i got the feeling that he already knows, but just wants confirmation.

"No-one you know. Now please move." I don't let him reply and barge past him, going straight to my room.

It isn't until I get to the first step of the stairs that I register the pain. Barging past Emmett put pressure on all of my bruises, making them throb faster. A hiss leave my lips and I clutch the banister tightly, my head bowed. Taking in a deep breath, I lift my head again and take up the stair slowly, being careful of everything around me.

I sit on my bed slowly, making sure to keep everything where it is and so the pain doesn't lash out. I wonder if they broke anything. It wouldn't be the first time they broke a rib or two. When Emmett told them, in front of me i might add, they were surprised they could reach my ribs through all the fat. I can remember walking to the bathroom and breaking down. I missed that period, but I felt better after i had a cry.

While it was on my mind, I ordered Emmett's dinner. I didn't get anything, I would eat later. I was going to go down and tell Emmett I had ordered his dinner, but I couldn't be bothered. He would know when it showed up.

Getting of the bed, I walk to the bathroom and turn the shower on before locking the door. I strip off and open the cupboard, looking in the full length mirror Renee put in here. My whole right side is black and swollen. My left size is less bruised, but there is a few spots of a dark purple.

I ghost my fingers over each bruise, hardly touching my skin. It still hurts and tears spring to my eyes. I bite on my lip, trying to stop them, but I yelp when I bite the cut on my lip. I realise my lip and go into the shower. Slumping against the wall, I let the tears fall. the pain in my chest and all over my body is too much.

My heart feels like it has glass in it. It feels like someone is slowly removing the glass, only to put it back in again. More and more splinters off glass flare across my chest and I cant take it anymore. I don't want to be in pain anymore. Every word ever spoken from them to me runs through my head, taunting me of my problems and highlighting every wrong thing about me.

Falling onto the floor, I pull my legs up to my chest and just let the water roll over me. Dried blood from my cuts runs down the drain in a river of crimson, mixing with the water. I wish I could be like water. I could run away from all my problems, but then again, there wouldn't be any. Water is water. One drop of water is the same as another drop of water. It doesn't matter the size, at the end of the day, its just water.

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