Important! While this is based on my life and the events that have taken place involving me, this is a Fanfiction and there will be fiction in the story.

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Last time:

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 can't 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, it's just water.

Chapter three.

Now:

I didn't go to the school the next day, or the day after. My whole body screamed at me every time I moved, so I chose to just stay in bed. Renee didn't bother me and I stayed locked away, in my own safe place. I could hear Emmett and his friends in the house both days, but I stayed silent.

The bruising on my side is getting darker and darker as the days come. The swelling has also gotten worse. I worried something may be broken, but I will get over it. What can i do anyway? It isn't like I am thin enough for an x-ray. My fat will get in the way.

Today is Saturday. Emmett left hours ago and Charlie is fishing. I could hear Renee in the kitchen and her music blaring through the house, along with her really bad singing. I was going to go down and see her, but I couldn't be bothered. If she wanted to see me, she knows where I am. Where I always am.

Around three, the smell of freshly made bread fills the house. My stomach growls loudly, not being fed in a few days. I bury my head into my pillow, but I can still smell it. I huff and swing my legs off the bed, gasping and standing up fast. Band-Aid approach. I climbed down the stairs slowly and limp to the kitchen.

When Renee first saw me after my 'accident', she cried for hours. I held her and let a few tears fall myself. I didn't tell her what happened, but she knew straight away. She blamed herself. She even begged me for her forgiveness. I told her not to be so stupid and rolled my eyes, but I would never blame her for the way I am.

She warned me. She told me that if I ate snacks all the time, I would get fat. I didn't believe her. I laughed and had another chocolate bar, or packet of crisp. I kept snacking and snacking until I couldn't stop anymore. She cried and told me she should have stopped me snacking. She should have used less fat in foods and introduced us to fruit earlier. She cried that she should have given me water not fizzy drinks or juice.

Charlie wanted me to press charges; he said I shouldn't have to put up with that. He also wanted me to go the hospital, just to be checked. I nearly agreed until Emmett walked in the room. He glared at me and I quickly begged Charlie to let it go. He did and I scurried to my room. I haven't been out since.

When I got to the kitchen, I was gasping from the pain and I leaned against the table, my palms flat on it. Renee's brows furrowed and she bit her lip. The tears built in her eyes and I felt so horrible, I should have stayed upstairs until she was in bed.

"I'll make you some food. Sit down and rest, you're hurt." She mumbles. I nod and flop onto a chair, closing my eyes. I hear her float around the kitchen, making food and getting a glass of water. I open my eyes and thank her when she puts the food in front of me.

I eat slowly, picking at the sandwich and drinking the glass of water. Renee watches me the whole time, eating her own sandwich. I finish and stand up, putting my dishes in the sink.

"I'm going back upstairs. Thanks for the food." She nods and I turn to go. I limp to the stair banister and grab on to it, holding my side and wincing, just by the front door when it opens. My eyes snap up and I see Emmett and all of his friends standing in the doorway.

Alice rushes forward and comes to my side, asking questions and demanding to know what happened to me.

"Yeah, Isabella. Who messed up your pretty little face?" Rosalie coo's. Everyone laughs and Emmett just looks from me to her in confusion. I ignore her comment and shrug Alice off, going up the stairs one step at a time. I bite my lip the whole time, keeping the tears away. I can feel them all watching still and I can hear there whispered laughs. I round the corner and break down.

My tears stream and I slip to the floor. I hold my side tightly and the pain flares. I clutch it tighter and tighter, trying to make their horrible words go away, trying to make the pain in my chest go away. I cry silently to myself, wanting nothing more than a hug, nothing more than a friend.

"Oh, Isabella." I look up and see Alice stood there, Angela by her side. I look away again, trying to wipe the tears away and to stop crying.

"What are you doing up here?" I ask after a minute. Emmett and everyone else are still downstairs, so why are they up here, with me?

"Who did this to you? You look a mess and I know you're in pain." I shake my head at her comment. I don't want anyone's pity.

"I'm fine Alice, really. I'm just being silly." I try to laugh, to make it more convincing, but it comes out strangled. Pained.

"Let's get you up." Before I can even refuse, they are both lifting me up off the floor. I yelp in pain, but get up anyway. I feel so sorry for the both of them, lifting the whale without a crane must be so hard for them.

Both of them apologize and I wave them off, telling them I'm going up to my room. After I thank them, I go up the stairs and stand in the middle of my room. It isn't a mess, but it isn't tidy either. I like to have my things organized, but not put away, if that makes any sense what so ever.

Hours passed and I just lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Alice came up a while ago, but she couldn't get in because I had locked my door. She begged me to let her in but I ignored it, putting in my head phones and turning my IPod up high, drowning in my tears and the loud beats of Paramore.

-/3-

Monday came too quickly for my liking. I could feel my heart in my throat and feel the damp on my palms. To say I was dreading going back would be an understatement. Plus, I still hurt.

I slowly made my way through my morning routine, thinking of ways to make the day speed up and get it over with, but also make it go slowly so I don't have to go for a long time. I washed my hair slowly and ate as little as possible in a small amount of time. Emmett got ready and went, leaving me to walk. I was going to wait till the last minute to leave, but Renee ushered me out the door, reminding me that I can't be late after having a few days off.

I grumbled at her and left. The sun was shining through the clouds and the heat felt nice on my exposed skin. I regretted wearing a long sleeved shirt and track pants now. Although, I would never wear anything less to school anyway. Less fat on show the better.

As per usual, cars honked and people yelled the whole way to school. It normally takes me a while to get to school, but today, it seemed that I arrived long before I normally would. It felt like I had just left my house and the school is just down the road, or right outside. Mocking me.

The lot was basically empty and the warning bell signaled just as I got in the school gates. I wanted to jump for joy, but I could feel eyes on me. Not wanting to make an even bigger fool of myself, I scurried to class, my head down and my arms wrapped around myself.

Lunch soon arrived and I was, thankfully, unharmed. For now. Alice spotted me in the halls as I was on my way to the lunch room and pulled me along with her, her chipper voice ringing in my ears. I smiled at her and nodded at what she was saying, but I could see all of her friends glaring at me. Their eyes bore into me, judging me, as normal.

"Alice. She hasn't had her lunch yet. She'll eat you!" Eric yelled and everyone in hearing range burst into hysterics. Alice glared at him, grabbing my hand and rubbing it in comfort. Well, I'm sure that's what she was trying to do. All I wanted was to go and find a hole big enough to crawl into.

"Shut the hell up, Eric. You're such a prick." Alice retorted.

"Alice. Please don't." I whisper and she looks over at me, her face angry but her eyes soft. I hate that she has to choose between me and her friends all the time. I just wish I could get rid of myself, or completely ignore her so she doesn't have to choose between me and everyone else. Why do I have to make everyone's lives so miserable? Why do I have to be me?

"No, Isabella. You don't deserve it. Nobody does, but especially not you." As she speaks, her face gets more and calmer.

"Come on Alice, you know that's not true." She tries to cut me off, but I continue. "I have somewhere to be anyway. Bye Alice." I take my hand from hers and walk away, hearing the familiar 'Boing, Boing, Boing.'

I arrive at the library and pull out my home made lunch. Renee always makes sure I have lunch, whereas Emmett buys his own. His friends don't think its 'cool' to have a homemade lunch. We don't really have the money to have a school brought lunch, but Renee and Charlie pull together what they can for him. Their precious, little Emmett.

Don't get me wrong, I love my parents dearly. I think they are the only people I can truly trust with everything I have. Sure, we have our moments, but they are the best things in my life. I know they will never judge me because of the way I look.

Lunch finished and the end rest of the day went past in a blur. Alice caught me as I was leaving and asked me to go to Port Angeles with her this weekend. I agreed, not seeing why there would be a problem. Emmett and his guy friends are practicing for a football game Sunday and the girls all watch. Its Forks knowledge.

The walk home wasn't too bad. Most people just looked at me, but they didn't say anything. Even if they did, I didn't hear them because I had my headphones in, music up full blast.

I walk in the door to find the house empty. Both Renee and Charlie are working so I didn't expect anything less. Emmett would have gone out to get trashed, or whatever it is that him and his friends do. I don't see the point in getting drunk or high, or getting arrested. It's just something that makes you someone who you are not. Drugs make you freak out and alcohol makes you do things you regret.

But, sometimes, I just wish I could go out and get drunk, have a laugh with friends and feel like I belong. But, I know that will never happen.

Toeing off my shoes and taking off my coat, I go to the kitchen. After grabbing a glass of water and an apple, I sit in the living room, the television on some random program. Curling up on myself, I bite my tongue against the pain it causes. It's getting better and I am almost certain there are no brakes in my ribs. Well, I hope not anyway.

Renee comes home a little after six and starts dinner, telling me that Emmett rang and said he was staying at Edward Cullen's house tonight. I just nod and pretend to listen, but really, I wonder why Emmett is like he is. Is it because he friends with Edward and all of his friends? Is it because he hates me so much?

I just wish I could have my brother back. We have always been best friends, well we were anyway. Renee used to say that we would cry if the other was taken away as babies. They always made sure we were in the same room because we wouldn't stop crying otherwise.

Emmett used to laugh about it. He used to say he would still cry if I was taken away. Well, that was before he be-friended the wrong people. I was Emmett's shadow growing up. Where ever he went, I followed. It used to annoy Renee because Emmett would go out and I would go too without telling anyone. Of course, after a while, she knew where I was and didn't panic as much.

"What's up Isabella?" I look up to see my mother looking at me with concern.

"Nothing, Mom. I'm just thinking about the old days." I admit, shrugging it off like it's nothing, but really, it's not.

"Emmett still loves you, you know?" I shake my head because I know he doesn't. "He does, Isabella. He's just lost at the moment." I snort very unattractively at that comment.

"He doesn't Mom. Not anymore." I say the last part under my breath.

"Don't be so silly, of course he does. He's your brother and he has too." I roll my eyes at her. It makes her laugh and I smile along with her.

"If you say so." I say, trying to please her. I smile and she strokes my hair maternally.

"I do say so, and your mother knows best. Just give it time." I nod. She kisses my hair and goes back into the kitchen, singing loudly along with the low hum of the radio.

When I was a young child, Renee was always in the kitchen, baking cookies and singing loudly along with the radio. Sure, the cookies got burnt and her singing voice is far from good, but it's always been a part of my childhood.

When I asked her why she sings, she always said the same thing.

"I sing, because I have something to sing about. Growing up, my life was dark and now I have a loving husband and two beautiful children. When you get married and have children, you'll have a reason to sing, even if the singing isn't that good."

At seven, I didn't really understand her, I still don't, but I now have a better idea about what she means.

I guess I will have to wait until I get married and have children. As soon as the thought passes, I laugh out loud. Yeah, right. I, Isabella 'Fatty' Swan will never get married. If I want a husband, he will have to be blind and stupid.

Because I'm me. Because I'm unlovable.

I have written the next few chapters already and if the reviews get to 26 (Random, even number :D) I will try and update sometime this week. If not, it's Monday.

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