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.

Last time:

I get in the car and Charlie takes off. Emmett will be going to an after game party, as usual. Charlie talks about how amazing his boy was all the way home. How his boy stole the show and the only reason they won was because his boy is their captain. Renee does nothing but agree with him, saying how proud she is and how she has to cook her son a big meal.

I try not to take notice and think back to what happened on the field. Why did Edward say that to her? Everyone knows it, but they never say anything to her. I know he's not scared of her, but still. Technically, by saying that, he was standing up for me. Why would he want to do that? It could damage his reputation.

Sure, he spoke to me last night, but that was because his sister was upset with me. Wasn't it? Of course it was, why would he want to talk to me? Why would anyone want to talk to me?

Chapter six.

Now:

"So, what are you doing today, Emmett honey?" Renee asks over a glass of orange juice. He shrugs and continues to shovel egg into his mouth. We're now on our Christmas break and I get the feeling Renee wants us out of the house so she can wrap our gifts.

"What about you, Isabella. Any plans?" I look up from my laptop and shake my head;, because truthfully, I was just going to stay in and do some drawing or something. "No plans with

Alice?" She nudges.

"No, Mom. I was just going to lock myself up in my room and do some more writing, maybe read a book or something." I sigh. She nods and sips her tea, looking between me and Emmett. Suddenly, Emmett's phone chimes and he opens it, reads the text and a smile spreads across his face.

"Mom, I'm going to Rose's in a bit. Edward's there and we're meeting the rest of the gang.," he states as he grabs his plate and dumps it in the sink.

"Okay, honey. Could you take Isabella with you? I want to do so things today, so I can't have you both here." My eyes widen and I can feel the blood leave my pale face. Even Emmett looks like someone just kicked his puppy. Luckily, I recover quickly.

"No, really, Mom. I can stay upstairs. He doesn't need me to be following him around, and you won't even know I'm here." I grab my things and pile them on top my laptop, about to take them with me upstairs.

"Yeah, she can stay here. I don't really want her to come with me, Mom." Renee gasps and glares at Emmett.

"I am sick of this." Renee's voice is loud and sharp and I jump at it. "Why can't you just get along? She used to follow you everywhere and you used to love every minute of it. What happen to that? You're twins,' for heaven's sake! Act like it." With that, she leaves the room, a sob leaving her throat.

I sigh and glance at Emmett, and see him looking at the table. Call it twin telepathy, but I can see the clogs turning in his head. He knows he's done something wrong and he's trying to see if he can please our mother again without having to talk to me. Good luck with that one, buddy.

I snort silently and leave the kitchen, heading for the stairs. Another day in my bedroom it is. I climb the first set of stairs and head to the second. I see that Emmett has left his gym room door open and I walk over to it, peering inside.

I haven't seen or been in this room since I offered for Emmett to have it. He wanted to get into football and, being the good sister I was, I offered my room to him in a heartbeat. He didn't want to take it, insisting that he could always catch the bus to Port Angeles and use their gym, since Forks is too small to even have a gym, but I wouldn't have it.

I cried for a full two hours until Emmett agreed to take my room. I miss it. I can remember the purple walls and the soft, cream carpet. It was my favourite place in the whole world. I wasn't as big back then, but I still got a few looks and nasty words. It didn't affect me back then because I had my brother to protect me, like he promised he always would.

I push the door open a little more and step into the room. The warm purple walls are gone, replaced by blinding white and the plush, cream carpet is now a dark wood. My furniture has been replaced by every workout machine known to man, including a bike and treadmill. Maybe I should spend some time in here, might help me lose all of this fat.

I sigh and turn around, leave the room, and shut the door behind me. Finally getting to my room, I sit on my bed and fire up my laptop again, open a new word document, and begin typing.

Writing has always been something of a passion of mine. Sure, no-one will ever read what I write, but I do it anyway. It helps me release anything that has built up during the day, or week, or whatever. I don't have a certain time when I write, like every day, but I do write whenever I want to or when I have time.

I spent the whole day losing myself in the flowing words and the plot that would never happen in real life. When six rolls around, Renee comes up and tells me dinner is ready, so I eat with her then collapse into my bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

I wake to the sounds of loud music playing on the floor below me. Looking out the window, I can see that both Renee and Charlie have gone out, leaving me and Emmett in the house. I guess that's where the music is coming from.

I groan and roll over, facing the clock. Are you kidding me? It's only eight and it's not like we have school. I roll back onto my back and stare at the ceiling, looking at the patterns from the shadows. I can see some rays of sun shining through my closed curtains and I lay there for a while, thinking about the pros and cons of going for a walk.

With a sigh, I get up and walk to my wardrobe, grabbing my one and only tank top, that is actually the right size for me and a pair of leggings. I take them with me into the bathroom and strip off, climbing under the hot spray of our shower. I wash my hair and body quickly, shave everything, and then get out.

I towel off in the bathroom and get dressed in there, not willing to walk around the house in a towel. With a brother like Emmett, you never know who could be lurking about. When I'm done, I go back to my bedroom and dump my night clothes in there.

Deciding to leave my hair down to dry in the breeze, I grab a book and a blanket and go down to the back garden. Laying out the blanket, I sit on it and stare into the sky, watching the rare white, fluffy clouds drifting through the sky.

Usually, Forks is so dark and gloomy, highlighting my already bad life. However, about five days a year, we get a dry, sunny day. I love days like these, where I can just sit and feel the breeze flowing through my hair and the sun on my skin. It reminds me of when we went to Phoenix when I was younger. The whole holiday was amazing, and then we came back to Forks, back to reality.

Leaning back on my hands, I shut my eyes and shake my hair out behind me to blow in the wind. However, my eyes snap open when I hear someone clear their throat. My eyes snap over to the patio and my cheeks immediately go red. Oh my God. Why now? Why here when I'm dressed like this? I sit up straight and take the hair tie off my wrist, putting my hair up in a ponytail.

I feel very exposed right now. Instead of my normal two sizes too big clothes, I'm wearing clothes that hug my every curve; my every single roll of fat. I feel the prickle of tears building up in my eyes, begging to spill over. This is just great. He's going to call the rest of them out so they can snap a few pictures and blow them up. I can see it now, my picture all over the small town of Forks and littering the halls at school.

"I'm sorry to disturb you.," he starts. I blink a few times, trying to get the tears to go away. "I just wanted a smoke and I didn't want to smoke in your house." I look over again and sure enough, there's a lit cigarette in his hand. He brings it to his lips, taking a long pull. I have never wanted to be a cigarette so much in my life before.

My cheeks heat up again when I realise he just caught me staring at his lips. That and that thought I just had. Where did that come from? God, I am so stupid. Stupid and fat. I should be ashamed of myself, scaring and disgusting the poor boy. I am so revolting.

"It's okay. I shouldn't be out here anyway." I shrug. I don't know why I shouldn't, but for some reason, it feels like I'm intruding on him.

"Why not? It's your garden.," he states and I shrug again. An awkward silence fills the small, green garden and I feel the need to get away, yet at the same time, I don't want to. I want to be able to sit in my own garden and not feel uncomfortable. I want to be able to fall in love and feel loved back, if only for a second.

He continues to smoke his cigarette, then another one, and then another one after that. Chain smoking much? Why can't he just leave me alone? I don't think his eyes have left me since he came out here. What is he even looking at? I'm not that interesting. I huff out loud and look over to see him smirking at me.

"What?" I ask in a really small voice and curse myself for sounding so weak. He just shrugs in return and flicks his ash onto the floor, next to the butts from the other cigarettes he has already smoked.

"Just enjoying the sun. Is that a crime?" He chuckles and I frown.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" I finally ask. He just shrugs again. "Well, can you stop it? It's making me uncomfortable.," I mumble and his eyes go to his shoes. Breatheing a sigh of relief, I take the opportunity to wrap the blanket around myself.

"Ed, my man. Where the fuck are you?" Emmett booms and comes out. He stops when he sees Edward and me, in the same garden. "What's going on?" he asks, confusions laced all the way through this voice.

"I came out here for a smoke and Isabella was out here, so I smoked and she sat." Edward shrugs and I roll my eyes. What a stupid explanation.

"Oh. Sorry if she annoyed you, bro. She does that." I glared at him. I do that? What the hell. How would Emmett know? He doesn't even speak to me anymore.

"No, she was perfectly fine, actually. A real lady." I look to Edward in shock and he winks at me, making my face resemble the colour of a fire truck. What the hell? What have I done to deserve this torture?

"Are you sure? I can always make her go to her room, if you like.," Emmett presses, obviously trying to make me get the hint and leave. I roll my eyes.

"Oh, you can, can you?" I snort and Emmett turns to glare at me.

"I'm older than you, Isabella; and you will do as you're told!" he scolds and I sigh.

"Em, dude, calm the fuck down. I don't give a shit if she is here or not. It's her fucking house," Edward groans and storms into the house, flicking his cigarette on the floor before he leaves. Emmett trails behind him and the music in the house, which was turned off, goes back on again.

I exhale deeply and let the blanket down again, laying on it this time. The sun feels nice on my exposed skin and I smile up at the blue sky with my eyes shut. Everything seems so calm when you're on your own, enjoying the heat and the wind. I wish life was this simple. I wish I could always feel this calm and good all the time. Like they say, life's a bitch.

I must have fallen asleep because the sounds of laughter wakes me up. My skin breaks out in goose flesh, and my eyes snap open and over to the backdoor. Tears build in my eyes and spill over in a matter of seconds, making me feel like an idiot.

Everyone is standing there, laughing with their phones out and taking pictures. How long have they been stood there, watching me? I pull the blanket up and cover my body the best I can. Why here? Why now? A strange sense of déjà vu washes over me and I think back to when Edward had been the one standing there, silently smoking.

Why can't it just be him again? In fact, I bet he was the one who told them all I was out here. 'Hey everyone, let's go see a fatty roasting in the rare sun of Forks'. More tears spill as I get up, keeping the blanket around me. I keep my head lowered and just stand there, knowing I couldn't get past them all and into the house.

"You really shouldn't highlight your body like that." Rosalie starts, gesturing to my outfit. "It isn't…" She stops and looks like she is searching for the right word. "Flattering," she finishes and almost everyone agrees.

"Rosalie!" Alice hisses and comes forward, wrapping her arms around me. I just grip the blanket tighter, not moving my arms to hug her back. "Don't listen to her, she's a bitch. Come on," she pulls me into the house and I follow willingly.

"This one's going on Facebook!" Tanya giggles and people follow it with 'and this one', 'this one too' or 'I got this one'. My tears continue to fall as Alice drags me up both flights of stairs.

My head spins and I try not to fall over through my tears. Why can't I be beautiful? Why can't I be skinny like all the other girls in my school? Is it so bad to be slightly bigger than the rest of the people in my school? Okay, not slightly, but I'm not massive,; even I know that.

Alice sits me on my bed and I look at myself in the mirror. My ugly, brown eyes are filled with tears and red rimmed. My cheeks are flushed with my stupid blush and my hair is a mess because of the wind.

I drop the blanket and I can see all of my fat rolls because I'm sitting down. Poking one, my finger goes in slightly and my stomach churns. I poke it again and again, feeling everything on my stomach. It's like I'm seeing myself for the worthless, ugly creature I really am for the first time.

Alice watches me with tears streaming down her face and her hands over her mouth. Now she can really see how ugly and horrible I am. I wouldn't blame her if she moved away too, just like Richard did. He saw me for whom I really was and couldn't wait to get away from me. He got the first method of transport available out of here and didn't look back. I don't blame him; if I could, I run away from myself, too.

Before I can stop it, I'm hunched over my toilet, everything coming out of me. Alice rubs my back and holds my hair, just being here for me. A round of sobs rack my body and I slide to the floor, clutching my legs to me tightly.

"Don't let them get to you. You know they're lying, Isabella," Alice whispers soothingly and sits next to me on the floor. With that said, more tears spill out and my whole body shakes with the force of my sobs.

She's wrong. They aren't lying. Everything they have ever said is one hundred per cent true. I know it, and so does she. Oh, Mary Alice, why do you stick around? I wouldn't. You're just going to get hurt, I know you will. I can't let you get hurt. I won't let you.

Thank you all for reading. I hope you have been enjoying this story so far, I have loved ~ and hated ~ writing it. I was wondering, would you like to see a different POV? I was originally going to keep this just a Bella POV story, but I'm interested in what you, my readers, want. So, leave a review with who you want to hear from and I will try and make it happen.

I'm sorry for the late update, but can we please try and get to 50 reviews?

Thanks to my BETA who makes this slightly readable LOL.

Twi-girl09

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