My Favourite Scar (Emmett Cullen x Reader)

Little Coffee Shop

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!! SH!!!!!

"Sleep y/n, we won't hurt you."

I was twelve. Nothing that man said was true, and I had my scars to prove it. They weren't from him. I wasn't beat, just yelled at. Again, and again. 

"Disgrace"

"Idiot"

"We never loved you"

"You don't deserve this great life"

And I believed it. So I made my mental pain physical pain. I turned my horrible thoughts into scarred, bloody artwork on my skin. 

"You shouldn't live"

And now I was  in my closet, rope in my hands. In a flash it turned to pills, another flash and it was a dagger. All the different possibilities swam in my vision. More and more appealing, the weapons kept getting closer and closer to me. Dagger to my chest. Pills to my mouth. Gun to my head... 

Aim...

Ready...

HONK!!!

The traffic woke me up. I was laying in my reclined drivers seat, just off the side of the road. I had driven as long as humanely possible before being able to convince myself  I can't make it to Forks in one night, and would have to rest some time or another. 

I checked the clock on the dashboard. 3:30 in the morning I barely slept, and yet felt as refreshed as possible. 

I drove into the next town over to get some breakfast. There was a cute little coffee shop by the name of Big Joe's Breakfast. I picked up my coffee and headed straight for the door, without paying. I realized I had forgot most of my money at that place. When I got to forks I would find a job. The cashier seemed confused but didn't say anything. I turned around and gave him a quick smile and wink, which seemed to finalize his choice of shutting up.

I got in my car. One hour until Forks. One hour until I could start my new life. Of course, I didn't have a home, or money, or clean water. But that didn't matter. That, I could handle. 

I started my drive, listening to my favourite songs, and felt time slip through my fingers. By the time I realized how much I was distracted, I was rolling past the welcome sign to Forks. A tear leaked out of my eye, and for once it wasn't a sad tear.

It was also a Sunday, which meant that I would be going to school tomorrow. School with no friends, no family, and no one knowing I existed. That was okay though, because no reputation was a good reputation, and a good reputation was a fresh start. 

I parked my car right inside Forks and got some more sleep, slipping off to the sound of birds chirping in the forest, and the smell of freedom.

A/N)    Sorry this is so short. I need sleep so i'm giving you this. I don't know if i'll update tomorrow but definitely one more this weekend. 

Love you all

J