"It All Just Started"
You know how all of those stories start out, and they're all 'we met when we were five years old and we've been best friends ever since'? Well, my story is probably the complete opposite of that wonderland. It's been struggle from the get go, and now that I'm out of junior high, where girls get their period and they think they're queen bitch of them all, and in my second to last year of high school I can finally say that my life has reached an all time low.
Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Isabella Marie Swan. That's it. No nicknames like Izzy or Bella or anything for that matter. Half the people that I associate myself with are full of shit. They use you and abuse you until they've had enough, and toss you to the side without a care for your life. You think I'm harsh? I'm just stating the truth. All of what I speak is what I have gone through. How I act around people is because of what people have done to me. I didn't do anything wrong. 15 years of being shifted from foster home to foster home has made me of what I am today. A cold-hearted, loveless creature that destroys everything it touches, what it interacts with, everything it looks at. I'm the mother fucking modern-day medusa.
"Get your ass out here man, we have to get going!" Lenny hissed. I swear if that fucker cusses at me one more time I will personally through him out the window.
"Calm your ass down and shut the hell up! I'm coming," I grabbed my bag and ran towards the door with him. For as long as I remember Lenny has always been with me in foster homes. If he got shipped off to another home across state, I was sure that I was going there too in the next week or so. It's always been a game of catch; it's the one thing I can at least smile about when I think of my childhood. We were always so close. We always slept in the same bed, woke up together, always...Damn I can't believe I'm thinking of this shit again. He's the fucking reason I'm like this.
"Speaking of coming, there's this guy at school that said you went with him to the back of the school. He's a junior, 6'2", blonde hair, with what he said you said a nice dick?" Lenny was smirking like if he won a freakin' prize for realizing that I'm a slut. A ho. A whore. The sleazebag of the school. I can't believe he actually thinks that I did that. I don't mess around that much.
"Lenny, you believe the stupidest shit around man,"
"How? Why? Tell me you didn't-"
"Do you really think that I'm that much of a slut?! Do you? Cause in the last month crazy shit has been happening and I feeling that you don't have my back anymore? You're starting to be one of them. I can see it, it's the way you dress, the way you walk, talk, and laugh. You're not Lenny anymore! Can't you see? I see a lot fake ass things in front of me, right now man." I couldn't even look in his eyes. He wasn't Lenny anymore. He wasn't that guy that just...he. He's not the same. Something just broke in me, I couldn't stop, "You fucking can't be who you are for the shit of you! Your entire little possy doesn't know the real you. I know the real you. I know the real you, and you're messed up." We finished walking and were in front of the school by the time I finished my little rant. I saw Mike walking up to us, and Lenny changed his body language. From pissed off and nervous to calm and cocky. Full of shit.
"Isabella, you need to come down. These past few months I've been noticing some changes in you and at first I thought you were pmsing, but now I need to ask you a question. Are you bipolar or on some really messed up shit?" Then he laughed. It's not the normal free-hearted laugh that I'm used to. It was the exact same laugh as Mike Newton himself. And that's when I knew it. I knew that I lost the last person that was sane with me.
I almost did the one thing I haven't done in ten years.
I could feel it building up, and then I couldn't take it anymore. I can't let him see me cry. All of the fake as people in Phoenix can kiss my ass because I'm done with this shit.
"You know what Lenny? I am bipolar, so I'm going to my doctor and see what he can prescribe to me okay? Will that make you happy Lenny?" He had a stupid ass confused look on his face, "I hope it does 'cause it's going to be a long trip without you mother fucking fucker!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The whole parking lot was quiet now, and Lenny finally understood what I meant.
I was gone. Alone. Then I walked away.
I turned away from being in my enemy's home.
From the one place that haunted me and stole my childhood.
The one place that gives me nightmares until I can't even breathe.
The place that made me who I am today.
HEEEYYY, okay I'm new at this sooo no pitchforks and torches, right? Oh! But if you do have to attack me you can throw soft plushy Jasper dolls…that would be nice :) Any who this story was totally thought up on the spot.
Some views on what the story will be:
~it will turn into a Bella/Edward
~not sure if it will be filled with lemons cuz I really can't write lemons nor would I try aha
~this story does have a plot. It's blurry but it's there :)
~ review! I'm new so you need to help me boost my writing esteem…pluuus
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