My own Personal Hell. (Twilight Fanfic.)

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You know rain is like tears, it falls uncontrollably and without warning- when it starts it just can't stop. I admire the way it dances on the streets and slides down your window; its free and somehow just looking at it makes me feel refreshed. I wish I could cry- I wish that some how someone could pull me out of the wreck that I am undoubtedly sitting in. I would be lying if I said that someone did try and help me that one time.... But they haven't and they never will- My name is Bella, Isabella Swan and welcome to my personal Hell..

 ''Isabella you piece of shit get down stairs NOW!'' Charlie called from the downstairs living room.

Charlie is my foster dad- he treats me the way I feel like crap.. But at least I have a roof over my head for now. It could be worse- I think... Everyday I wake up in the sunniest city around, Phoenix, I may live in a happy beach place but that is far from the truth for me. My bedroom is  small and dark the only light source comes from a small window at the rear of the box I live in. I don't actually own a bed frame- Charlie says there to expensive. Which is code for 'Why should I spend my money on you!'' But I still don't blame him...

I have a mattress on the floor, a pillow and a sheet. I have a small wooden wardrobe situated just left of my window. The wardrobe is old and battered-  Scratches layer the inside and out. I swear to god that he used to keep live cats in there or something. I only recently got the wardrobe before I did I used to pile my clothes up in the corner; it was never a big pile....

I have 1 pair of pyjamas they have 148 943 wrote on the front and 'FREE FREE FREE' written on the back. The trousers wearn't really trousers at all they were booty shorts. I mean short-short-short shorts. I really don't know where he got them from but when I got them they were filthy and  fraying and about 5 sizes to big- I fixed them up and now they are ummm, suitable. As for the rest of my clothes they arrived in the same manor and same state and the pyjamas did. I officially own a plain grey jumper that arrived with a bullet hole in the center of it. In cut down the hole and added a zipper from one of my late jackets, also adding two shoelaces to the top. I now have a jacket to wear. I it warm but I don't have to wear it much in the sweltering fire ball that is Phoenix. I also own a pair of ripped shorts, a crop top that had the words 'I 'heart' sex' on it (I swiftly rubed of so now its just a plain red crop top!) 2 plain tops, 1 pair of ripped skinnies and 1 pair of joggers- that did have a blood stain on them...

I have a a pair of converse and a pair of black boots. My clothes are not in good condition AT ALL! I think that all my clothes have come from the evidence locker at Charlie's work. I wouldn't b surprised if they have; he is police Chief Swan and everybody loves him, except for me. I supose  that my joggers still have blood on them now... not the same blood; My blood.

The  rest of my room is as good as my clothes. Worthless and boring; The carpet is a muddy brown colour and the walls are peach- I have a photo of my mother and farther hung up on the wall. Their names are Renee and Phill. I miss them so much every time I think of them my heart swells to about 5 sizes too big. They were the best parents ever....