When the final bell rang I put away my things and walked slowly to my locker. I grabbed my folder for history and tucked it into my bag. I had just closed my locker when Taylor and her gang was standing there. Without warning she had my ponytail and had slammed my face against the locker. I cried out in pain as she threw me to the floor. I heard Nessie asking where I was outside. "Stay away from him freak! He's mine!" She spit. She landed a vicious blow to my stomach. I couldn't stop the scream and I heard my family gasp. "Belle!" I heard Nessie scream. She was running to me. I coughed up a little blood and started crying. Taylor disappeared before they got to me. I was picking myself up when they reached the hallway. "Belle!" Seth growled. He sprinted toward me but I was already to my feet. "Don't touch me!" I spit. I picked up my bag while clutching my stomach. Nessie moved towards me as I started crying. "Bee?" She asked softly. "I just want to go home!" I drawled. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and steered me towards the car. "It was Taylor wasn't?" She asked softly. I nodded softly as she sat me in the back seat. My stomach was killing me and I held on tightly. When we got to the house I moved quickly upstairs to my room. I changed into some sweats and a tank top. I noticed the large bruise covering my left side. I went back down and sat next to Nessie. "Are you okay?" She asked. I nodded and noticed the look Seth gave me. "She only messes with you because you don't fight back!" She said. "I'm not Jazzy!" I said softly. I didn't miss the sharp intake of breath. No one mentioned my dead twin sister. Out of respect for my mother I never said anything. Jazzy had died a few months ago. It was a car accident. We all missed her. "You don't have to be!" Nessie said softly. Jazzy was older than me by 11 minutes, Nessie by 2 days. They were my best friends and my protectors. I was with Jazzy that night. Coming home from the mall.
Flashback
It was dark and raining. We were laughing at ourselves when I saw the lights but it was too late. The car hit us head on. I thought I had died but I managed to crawl out. I was screaming for Jazzy to wake up. She did as I was pulling her out the car. "Belle, don't cry! It's okay!" She whispered. "Shh! It's okay Jazzy! They're coming! I hear the sirens!" I said. "No! Belle they won't be here in time! I'm going to die belle! Please remember that I love you! Tell papa and mama I said I love them!" She said. "No! Jazzy you will be fine! They're coming! Just hold on!" I begged through my tears. "It's okay Belle! I want you to be strong! Promise me you will be strong!" She asked. "I promise!" I said. "Take care of yourself! I love you!" She gasped. I watched her shut her eyes for the last time.
I came back to reality just as my parents came through the door.