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BEFORE YOU START TO READ THIS PULL UP THE SONG "THIS IS GOSPEL" BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO. IT GOES WITH THIS CHAPTER. LISTEN TO IT WHILE READING!

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The moment when I feel the piercing pain of his large hand on my cheek, pushing my head so hard I fall to the ground from the force. He jumps on top of me punching me in the face several times then getting up.

"There Bella, maybe that will teach you." he says almost mocking me. He spits in my face then kicks me once in the ribs. He leaves me curled on the floor, crying. I pull myself up, bringing myself to regret what I'm about to do, but I decide against keeping the pain inside. I walk to the bathroom and start the shower and get in. I grab the blade I keep in there and dig it into my forearm.

You must think I'm insane, I would too, staying in the house of the man that just beat me and has many times before, the releasing my pain with more. That is odd, yes, but if you had to live my life, wouldn't you?

My name is Bella Evans. I live with my abusive boyfriend Josh Woods, mainly because he holds me here against my will. I'm not supposed to have friends, see family, or anything. The only thing I can do is dye my hair, which I do often. Notice how I said I'm not supposed to see these people, I do what I want. I meet my best friend Ethan Moore about every night down in the woods under the old willow. He knows my secrets and even about Josh.

When I'm sure the cuts have stopped bleeding I step out of the shower and dry off. I get dressed in some comfortable clothes and locked the bathroom door. I climbed out of the window and started to run. I ran five blocks before my feet started to hurt and I had to walk.

"Bella?" I heard. I whirled around and saw Ethan standing there with the sunset behind him, the sun dancing on his blonde surfer hair and his blue eyes sparkling. A smile danced on my lips.

"Ethan!" I yelled running into his embrace.

"Hi!" he said smiling, but his smile soon disappeared as he saw my black eye. His eyes trailed down to my arms.

"Again?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Stop!"

"No." I answered most of this conversation nonchalantly because we had gone over it many times, but the next part surprised me.

"Why?"

"Sometimes I want to go far away Ethan. Somewhere like heaven."

"Do you really want to die? Or just be saved?"

"Both."

"You don't want to die!"

"Right now I kinda do..."

"I won't let that happen! I will keep you safe!" he said.

This was rare. No one had ever said anything like this to me and I wanted to hear it more often. He pulled me into a tight embrace and held me there for a long time.

Soon we had slowly made our way to the old willow and were laying there, with me in his arms, staring at the stars. I think it was in that moment that I fell in love with Ethan Moore...