The Twilight Saga





 



 

Acknowledgments:

 

Ok, I thank the one person who inspired me to write this. Aurora Rose.  From her Fan Fiction “Till Death Do Us Part”; I got the idea to write something about social issues. I don’t really relate to this but, I know some people do and I hope they learn from this fan
fic. Thank you to the people who read and commented. It’s what keeps me
writing.

 

~Vannessa~

 

 

 

 

Sing Me to Sleep.

 

ChApTeR oNe: The whole truth and nothing but the truth. 

 

 

 

PREFACE:

 

    In the bathroom I stood in front of the mirror. I spend hours watching the razor blade and my flat half-bared stomach. The distance between the two was significant. I had to
wait for the right moment. I never cut.

 

I never tell the truth either.

 

I lie. 

 

 

***

 

    I stood motionless in the centre of my bedroom; in my hand lay a razor blade that I had furiously ripped out of my mom’s Venus. I had waited long enough for this.
Nearly two weeks. The clock showed
7:43. It would not
be long before my parents have arrived from work. Time was ticking and I didn’t
have very much of it. But still enough to do what I came for. I didn’t like to
be rushed through this process. This was the wonderful part.

 

    I finally lifted my shirt and placed the cold hard blade against my soft pale flesh and sliced through it slowly. A little deeper than last time. Right under the other
four marks. Cold comfort. I let the pain ripple through me. It was a safe pain.
I sighed in relief and watched the blood trickle down staining my jeans.

 

    Quickly I took the piece paper towel I had ripped and dabbed it onto the sliced skin until the blood no longer flowed. Tucking the razor blade into the napkin I placed it
under my sock drawer. Where hopefully no one would look.

 

    I examined the small cut that lay 3-4 inches above my liver. A perfect cut I remember Jacob whispering to me once.  He was my brother. Before he died of course. People say it was a gang beat but I thought otherwise; when the police called
our house telling my parents the news. We spent hours in the hospital waiting
but we all knew the out come to this. There was no chance of him surviving so I
gave up home as soon as I felt hope.

 

    It’s been 5 years, 10 months, 18 days and now 19 hours and 50 minutes. I’ve been counting.  He had died a few months after
I had turned twelve. I could still remember his face on my birthday. It was so
bright and full of joy when he woke me up on that school day. ‘
Happy birthday
little sis!
  He had excitedly
yelled and wrapped me into his arms. He would have been twenty two earlier this
year on January 15th.

 

    I could feel the lost feeling building up. That’s why I never think of him much. It hurts too much to.

 

    A long sigh escaped my lips; slowly I lowered my shirt down carefully not to irritate the skin and made my way into the hall. The brightness burned my eyes and I stood
there for a moment while my eyes adjusted then took a step outside.

 

    The pitter patter of dishes told me they were home. I checked my watch. 8:03 it said in a bright green color. 

 

    “Bella!”  Some one called for me.

 

    I did not answer right away. “Yes?”  

 

    “Come down!”

 

    I yelled from the railing looking directly under. “Yeah?”

 

    My mother stood her hands to her hips. Her mouth turned down but from where I saw it she was smiling. Renee’s pale skin glowed under the brightly lit hall way.

 

    “I said come down. Not yell from the top of the stairs.” Her voice grumpy and clearly stressed.

 

    With out I word said I made my way down the stairs not even looking at her and into the kitchen where Charlie sat. I could feel her glare as she watched me walk buy and
followed me like a stray dog.

 

    My body went straight to the fridge and grabbed some milk.

 

    “What? No hello?” My father whispered.

 

    I shrugged. “Never knew you wanted one.”

 

    His yes narrowed. “Now listen to me you little brat. I’m the man of this house and you respect me. You hear me?!”

 

    I didn’t say anything. Just got a mug from the cupboard and boiled water in the tea pot.

 

    “Look at me!” He yelled.

 

    I felt a hard grip on my arm and in seconds I span around with no intention to. I was now staring at my angry fathers face. It was red and I swore a saw a vain throb in
his temples. But I paid no mind to that. My cup dropped and it shattered into a
million pieces. No one went for them.

 

    My lips were tight. “Let go of me.”

 

    He didn’t.

 

“Charlie please, leave her alone.” My mother trembled in the corner of the kitchen but did nothing to help me.

 

    His reply to my mom was harsh. His deep voice made it sound worse. “Shut up, Renee!”

 

    “I said let go of me!” And with that I pushed him away only to get a slap across the face.

 

    Tears streamed down my face fast and hot. This was not the first time my father had hit me and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. So I slipped through his fingers and ran.
Ran out of the room and out of the house. I couldn’t take it, this family was
messed up. Ever since Jacob died. Of course Charlie blamed me for what had
happened to him. He always does.

 

I miss him.

 

But he’s gone.

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
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thank you...
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Sing Me to Sleep.

ChApTeR tHrEe:
When reality hits you in the head…

The door bell rang at least three hours after I had been at the Cullen’s house. I knew right away it was my parents. What I didn’t know what how they found me. Alice had already recovered from her episode she had. She refused to tell me what was wrong.

Carlisle opened the door. Secretly I wished he would leave it be.

“Hello, Mrs. Swan.” He greeted her kindly.

“Hi. Is Bella here?” She said. Her voice was shaken. Was she truly worried about me? Or is it some game she’s playing?

Carlisle hesitated for a moment but answered the question. “Yes. She’s here.”

“Bella!” My mother called for me.

I did not reply. Alice looked at me waiting. I still didn’t say a word. She sighed and towed me to the front hall. My mothers’ eyes grew bright.

“Thank God you’re safe. I was so worried.”

I sneered.
I bet you are. She grabbed my hand and we were out of the house.

“Thank you, Dr. Cullen.”

Carlisle just nodded and when we were out of sight I heard him close the door. I was alone with my mother. I don’t really remember the last time this had happened. But I wasn’t going to utilize it. So we walked silently back to our prison cell.

Renee opened the door and we walked inside. It was silent in the house. I figured my father had gone to sleep. But in that instant I thought Since when did Charlie got to sleep at 11:00. Who knew.

I ran to my room with out saying anything to my mother. He was there.

I moved slowly into the room. “What are you doing?” I asked. My eyes narrow.

He held in his hand the Venus razor blade.

“What’s this?” He asked him. His lips tight.

“What do you think it is?” My tone indifferent.

“Come.” He told me.

“Sit on the bed!”

I did so. I watched him as her wrapped the razor back into the tissue and placed it in the drawer where I had last kept it.

His hands reached for his belt and untied it. Charlie wrapped the belt and his grip was firm on it. His hand raised and struck me. I screamed and yelled for my mother as she was now standing in the door way of my room watching. The pounding continued and I prayed for them to stop.

That night Charlie beat me badly. I lay sprawled on the floor unable to move. Blood seeped from my legs and arms. Bruises covered every inch of my body. The next morning I did not go to school.

If I die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul take.
omg!
i feel soooooo bad for bella!
please post more soon!
and keep me updated please! :)
awesome chapter,in this fanfic,I really hate Bella's parents
Whoa!!

why did Carlisle let her go?!?!?!?!?! more ASAP
I am shaking just as the image is in my head,
still amazing
love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Post more soon"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Gigi+
WHAT THE HECK?!?! Why did Carlisle let her go? Why hasn't she killed her dad yet? Why did Renee let the beating happen? I'd just shoot both of them and live with the Cullens.
sure will.
One reason and one reason only. He didn't know what was going on inside the Swan house. He just knew that Charlie was very controlling. He never knew that Bella cut herself and Charlie beat her while Renee watched and did nothing.
This is so...intense..?
Its astonishing!
How could Charlie do that?
How could Renee watch?
How could Carlisle answer the door and say that Bella's there?
I'M FREAKING OUT!
PLEASE UPDATE SOON!
Yea sure thing.

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