He's The Beauty And I'm The Beast

I wake up and the first thing I see is my face. I have red hair, green eyes, small nose and straight white teeth. I sound beautiful don't I?

WRONG!! I have ugly horrible scar all over my face. That made me look like a monster, a beast.

One time I was in the park there where kids playing around one of them saw me and yell monster. The little boy went crying over their mother. The women then started screaming of me for coming in public place looking like that. I just turn away and ran home with tears running down my face. When I got home I started sobbing in my pillow it was my first day in public since what happened and they already think I am a monster.

My family tried to figure out what happened but I decided not to tell them. Why? I don't know I think I felt ashamed of myself being like this. My older brother for nine minutes. Yes we are twin but we look totally different. He is 6'4 and I am 5'9, he has hazel eyes when I have green eyes, he has brown hair I had red hair. Not to forget my face has ugly scare from the attack.

It has been three years since the attack and I still have nightmares. My family doesn't know what really happened. Do I ever regret what I did? No. Will I do it again if I could turn back the time, knowing what will happened to my life? Yes.

What my family thinks that happened that day:

"Hey Bella do you want Nick give you a ride or you could wait until my football practice is over so we can walk together?" My brother ask.

I look up a Nick and it gave me the shivers.He is very creepy so that is a total no and I can't wait for Brandon I got allot of homework.

"Nah I just walk... see you later" I hug him, he kiss the top of my head.

"Be careful call me if you need anything."

I nodded and started walking.

I kept walking but I felt this gut feeling that something wasn't right so I call my brother.

Ring...

Ring..

Ring.

Ring

"Hey sis I can't talk right now I am going out with some friends. Can you tell mom and dad?"

"Brandon-"

"Thanks!! see you later."

"Wait" He already hang up and I kept walking but the feeling didn't went away.

I saw him and froze. He had a knife and a gun, he was standing over a little girl six, seven years old all bloody.

He looked up and saw me.

"Ohh girl you are here at the wrong place and at the wrong time now you have to die." then he laughed bitterly. I did what any 16 year old would do run. He started chasing me and grab me. I started kicking and screaming. Every time I did that he will cut my face. I had cut, blood and bruises all over my face, my neck and my body. Then everything went black.

That is the story my family know but not the true one. Want to know what really happened? Then to bad because I don't feel like talking about it.

Anyway...

I wasn't popular but I had my good friends. HAD is the keyword they left me because they couldn't handle the bullying. Only Roxan stay with me saying and I quote. "Girl you are beautiful inside and out don't let those asshole sour your life" She has brown skin, red lips, caramel eyes and black hair. She is kinda ghetto but she is my best friend well my only one.

I don't blame the other for leaving I got that sometime is too much to handle so it was easier to just leave me. Every time I tell Roxan to leave me so she can have more friend her answer

"Girl why would I want another friend if I have a perfect one right here? Es que eres bruta o que?" (Are you or dumb what?)

Yeah she Latin from Puerto Rico. She came to live here when she was nine and we have been best friend since that.

Now let's talk about my brother. He changed since the attack. He was sweet, caring and over protective. Now he is mean, selfish and a jerk.

Now that you know a little about me is time  to tell my story.

I'm sitting now in my math class drawing. While the other finish their work. I was drawing um I don't really how to explain it  was my face without scars but it had cracks all over it. My eyes didn't have emotion but if you see deep enough you could see sadness and fear. My mouth was in a frown that you can see that I was uncomfortable. We already three months in  school. I kept drawing when the teacher call my attention.

"Miss Bella?"

"Yes" 'I answer with my head down.

"What is the answer to problem number tree?"