PERSON IN THE FLAMES {TWILIGHT}

12

The next morning I wake up groaning from the headache. I grab my headphones, coffee and glasses and head out.

Getting to the parking lot at school I sit and try to enjoy my coffee. Its just right now. When I finish it I check my makeup and hair

Getting into class late I sit next to Jasper, hes quiet and still. "What subject is this again?" I ask him. "History." he mutters back. "Thanks." I say, placing my glasses and headphones on. I lay my head down and doze off, not even looking at the teacher. I dont pretend to listen.

The class speeds up and now I have to head to lunch. Some guy bumps into me, knocking the last of my coffee onto the floor. I shoot him a glare. "Do you have a death wish?" I ask, tilting my head in anger." AJ." he states, shocked and scared.

" Im going to kill you." I step forward, only to be wrapped in Jaspers arms. Emotions that are not mine Invade my body, Its so strong to shut down. "Easy, easy AJ." He mutters trying to calm me. "Let go." I demand, sending him an icy glare.

He leaves immediately. "That was the last of my coffee Jackass." I state, looking dead at him. He kneels on the floor. "I swear, it wont happen again." He speaks quickly. "Fine, which hand do you favor the most?" I ask, smiling fake-ly.

"My right, it's my throwing hand." he smiles, thinking hes off the hook. "Here, let me help you up." I say, sticking my hand out. He gives me his right hand and I crush it on contact. He screams, getting everyone's attention.

"You wont be throwing anything for a while." I state. Hearing the cracking of his bones. I let go and dropped the smile. "You have 5 seconds to get out of my sight before I choose to break something else, the same thing you play with every night." I say, gesturing to his pants. He takes off running. "Ah, Im feeling better already." I whisper to myself, Every Cullen in the building heard it.

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"Hey um, Carlisle wants to move your physical to tomorrow, it's gonna be nice out and so he thinks it would make you more comfortable to do it at our house. He has a medical room so he can treat all of our wounds at home." Alice just started spilling out words the second I sat down.

"Cool." I nod. "What happened? Why'd you crush his hand like that?" Emmett asks. I turn to him "I don't play about my coffee, ever. People have died for less." I state, shrugging.

"Okay, we won't be here tomorrow and you'll be coming over around 3. Are you okay with that?" Alice asks. I turn to her and nod. "Sounds fine." I reply dryly. "What were your parents like?" Edward asks.

"They were perfect. At least on the outside." I mutter. "What's that mean?" Alice asks, tilting her head. "No one really knows what goes on behind closed doors in this town. They pretend they do, because it gives their lives some kind of excitement. When people ask if you're okay, they dont ask, thinking youll be honest. They ask because society demands it." I say before shoving my food into my mouth.

"So what were they really like?" Rosalie asks, raising an eyebrow. I stare off. "Sadistic. Merciless. Brutal. Not words you would use to describe someone's parents." I daze off before coming back to myself.

"The apple doesnt fall far from the tree. I can be sadistic, it's kind of my thing." I say, smirking. "That must be lonely, having things like that instilled into you." Jasper pitched in. "because I am alone? Alone and lonely are two very different things. To feel lonely I would have to hate myself, but I enjoy my company. It lets me think." I state.

"That's very independent of you." Edward says, trying to make eye contact. "That's me. Ms. independent." I roll my eyes.

I spent the rest of the day drowning my kidneys with water, trying to make sure you couldnt test the alcohol in my blood. I skipped class so I could use the bathroom as needed.

Heading to my car in the lot to find Bella there. "Hey. um, some of us are heading to the beach. You should come." I turned her down.

A"re you talking back to me, Alyvia?!" My mother shouts from across the room at 12 year old me. The numb look on her face says it all. I remember this day, I had slapped a girl at school for rolling up my sleeve, showing off the bruised wrist from my fathers hand. "She shouldnt have touched me." younger me states dryly. An emotionless laugh falls from our mothers lips. "You just wait until your father gets home." she smirks. Fear and terror run through younger me faster than the speed of light. "Mom, you can't let him touch me, please. Ill do anything." younger me begs, in fear of our fathers wrath. "Im sure your father will love hearing that. Because you will do anything, you dont have much of an option here." her smirk turns flat. "Go to your room, your father will deal with you when he gets home." she demanded, pointing to the stairs. Younger me runs up the stairs and into her room. Hours go by and she hears the door slam from downstairs. She shakes in fear, looking for a weapon or a way out. A loud blaring noise fills the room, making her cover her ears. This wasnt part of the memory.