Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Bella found herself for the second time that day sanding still, when she should have been moving.
The childhood home of Bella Swan was inside a suburb. The moderate, yet small house sat next to the divide.
The divide was a very notorious burnt mark where no grass could grow. It stretched for miles, some said upwards of a few hundred even reaching the distant city of Phoenix.
The Swan residence resided on the 'good' side, on the other side was the 'evil' side. Good meaning, upper middle class white/mixed neighborhood. Evil meaning, lower racially mixed ghetto neighborhood.
Bella had always been afraid of the 'evil' side of her neighborhood. She couldn't count the times she had woken up in a dark abandoned house, only to later-once she had made it home, and much to her mother's...indifference-discover she had been beaten brutally.
Just looking over the divide that separated the two sides sent Bella into a panic. To quickly, and like all the other times she walked out of the house, Bella was hyperventilating.
Bella began choking; she knew pretty soon she would pass out from the lack of oxygen. The rain didn't help. Every time Bella tried to suck in another breath, she got just a little condensation which made her chock.
Bella's natural instinct was to fling her hood off tip her head back and gulp down air. Bella knew, from prior experience, that all that would happen was more choking.
But Bella knew that if she didn't get air fast, something terrible would happen. Her mother really had neglected her. Thanks to prior episodes, including this one, Bella was seriously afraid that she had asthma. The sound of her choking breaths was beginning to worry her.
At first the sound was just very heavy breathing, but when choking replaced the breathing Bella began to truly panic. If her mother was watching, Bella was sure she didn't care. But in that moment Bella wish she did care. Or at least call for some help.
After it became apparent that waiting the asthma attack out wouldn't work, Bella experienced what she had experienced all to often; true desperation.
The type of desperation driven by true fear, the type that fills you mind with thoughts of 'Oh god. I'm dying.' The type that makes every fiber in your being know without a shadow of a doubt that you will die shortly if something didn't change. 'Hopefully,' Bella thought 'I won't die.'
After only five minutes Bella fell to the ground, the impact speeding up the asthma attack. It would be Bella's luck that a car came at that moment, and ran over her head. If Bella could concentrate on conscious thought, she would have wished for it to happen.
Having an asthma attack wasn't pleasant, and was often painful to the people who had it chronically (permanent asthma basically). Before anyone could come and assist Bella's consciousness began to fade. Later Bella would recall a group of boys, coming from the 'evil' side.
Her head had landed in such a way so she faced the 'evil' side. Her eyes, although droopy with asphyxiation, registered the group of 30 some odd boys. An army of bullies, they looked like gentleman, but Bella-thanks to past experience-knew better.
The boys walked to the edge of the divider, and stopped in their tracks. The ones at the back of the group couldn't see the reason for their sudden stop. Eventually they all lined up in two rows along the divide, tallest in back shortest in front, so they could all see what was the matter.
Laying a little off to the right on the street was a brown haired girl, currently in the last stages of a serious asthma attack. The boys chuckled once they say who it was; this one was a regular customer of theirs.
"Bella…nice to see you again." One of the boys said.
"He, he. Need any help Bella? Need your leg up? Ha, ha, ha." Laughed another.
The first boy to speak stepped to the line, but didn't cross it. "Hum." He muttered to himself and thought, 'She's on the other side, and there are adults nearby.'
Looking to see who would potentially witness his impending crime-he was usually the one to enact the physicality on Bella-the boy saw a moving van. The movers were currently arguing with someone the boy would rather never meet face to face, Bella's infamous mother Renee.
Legend on the 'evil' street was that Renee was mercilessly horrid. Thanks to Renee's repeated abuse of Bella-who upon showing up at school and was asked numerous questions about her mother-the golden brown haired girl had an inferiority complex.
The boy looked once more to see if Renee would intervene. If she did, the boy would call the bullying off. But since it looked like the terrible woman wouldn't intervene? The boy and his group would finally get to do what they wanted to do to Bella for a long time; kill the girl who's mother had stolen their fathers from their mothers.