Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I don't own the song "My Black Dahlia".
When Edward left Bella in New Moon, she couldn't find a way to get rid of the pain. Now she has found ways to numb it. Bella becomes a drug/cutting addict. What happens when Charlie catches her, and sends her to Rehab, and Bella's doctor, who is supposed to help her get better, is also the reason she is in there?
My Black Dahlia
Chapter 1: Resistance is Black Agony
I walked into the old, beat up house that could easily pass as garbage. There were about 5 people inside.
"Hey, Danny....you got the joints?" I asked as I pulled the needles out of my bag.
"Yea." He coughed, throwing me a bag. The bag slipped from my grasp, falling to the floor. I guess I was still queasy from the blood loss of this morning's cutting. I picked up the bag and pulled the white sticks out and laid them across the table. I pulled the needles out and laid them out as well.
"Hey, man, did you—" Danny stopped talking as there was a large bang from outside.
"It's the police! Come out with your hands up!" I heard a yell from the other side of the door.
"Shit!" I yelled, and everyone in the room started running around. I grabbed my bag and darted out the back door of the house and into the night. I ran across the large field-of-a-backyard, towards the fence lining the forest. I heard the cops raiding the house and I heard their pursuit to catch everyone. I finally reached the fence, and jumped on it, making my way to climb over, when I was violently yanked from the fence, colliding with the cold ground. My face was planted in the filthy grass as I felt the cold handcuffs tighten against my wrist painfully. The cop pulled me off the ground and spun me around...
I loved you, you made me, hate me.
You gave me, hate, see?
It saved me and these tears are deadly.
You feel that?
I rip back, every time you tried to steal that.
So I have been meaning to post this for a while. This was a story I wrote a while ago….
It's based on the song "My Black Dahlia" by Hollywood Undead.