❝𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.❞
Tallulah Delacruz is a girl with a dream. The dream of becoming a prima ballerina. But her dreams are crushed when her parents force her to move to Forks, Washington.
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𝙵 𝙸 𝚅 𝙴
MY BREATHING IS RASPY AS I PANT AND BLEED ALL OVER MY FLOOR. I lay in a pool of my blood and my mind swirls. I choke on something and spit onto my floor. More blood comes from my mouth. I breathe heavily and push myself from the floor.
I'm still in my underwear and hop over to the bathroom. I strip out of my underwear and step into the shower to wash away all of the dried blood. I scrub at my scalp and lather shampoo through my hair and wash my body. The water stings as it touches my open wounds.
I hum in pain and step out of the shower. I carefully dry my body and my wounds burn as the towel touches them. I look at myself in the mirror and wash my face. The cut on my cheek is deep, makeup won't hide it. My lip is busted and swollen. A dark bruise circles my eye. Concealer will hide that.
I look for bandages and hear the bathroom door open. I stiffen and stare at my mother as she opens the door. "Back of the bottom drawer." She tells me and I nod. She glances at me, and I think I can see pity in her eyes. As soon as I spot it, it goes. "Clean up your mess. I don't need blood stains in my house." I nod my head and grab the basket of bandages.
I put my towel into the hamper and wrap a bandage around each of my thighs. Around my stomach and on my arms. I'll have to wear a long sleeved shirt again today. I go back to my room and get dressed.
I slip on a tight fitting black t-shirt and a loose, cropped, long sleeved, grey jumper over top. I put on flared blue-grey jeans before moving on and doing my curls.
I unplug my hair dryer and then move on to my makeup. I rub the stick of concealer over my bruise and dab it in with a beauty blender. It won't do much to my busted lip. I'll have to ice it. I brush mascara through my eye lashes and do my eyebrows before coming up with an excuse about my cheek.
Oh! I just tripped this morning as I was making my breakfast.
That entire sentence is a lie. I never eat breakfast. I grab an ice cube and rub it over my lip. The swelling slowly goes down and I put the cube in the sink before going to my room and smearing a lipstick over my lips.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
I step outside of my car and see Bella leaning onto her orange truck, listening to music and reading a book. I give her a smile and Tyler throws a piece of candy at me and I catch it. "Tallulah!" He calls out and I smile, walking over to him and everyone.
"Hey, you guys alright?" I ask with a smile. Angela looks at my face and frown slightly, pointing at my cheek. "Ouch, you okay?" She asks me and I nod. "Yeah, I tripped as I made my breakfast." I chuckle out and Bella looks at me. I smile at her and Tyler gives her a wave.
She holds her book and motions that she's reading before turning around and continuing to read it. My stomach burns and I feel a gaze on me. I turn around and see Jasper looking at me as he exits his car. I give him a smile and a slight wave and he nods in return. He turns back to his family and walks up the steps towards the school.
˓𓄹 ࣪˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑
My arm rests around my stomach and I use my other hand to lather paint onto my canvas. Alice takes a glance at me, seeming like she's in pain. "Are you okay?" I ask her and give her a glance. She nods her head with a smile. I apply more pressure to my stomach and hold in a groan.
My mind woozes and I raise my hand. "Yes, Miss Delacruz?" The teacher asks me. "May I use the restroom?" He nods his head and I push myself to stand, limping slightly towards the door. I open it and practically rush to the bathroom. I open the door and go into a stall, lifting up my shirt to look at my stomach.
I've bled through my bandage. I press onto it, letting out a load groan. I wrap toilet paper around my hands and press that into my bandage to soak up the blood. I fold the paper together and pull my bandage away to shove the toilet paper onto my skin with the bloody bandage on top.
I walk out of the stall and wash my hands. I look at the cut on my cheek and sigh. I hate the fact I look like my parents. My stomach burns me and I walk out of the bathroom. I turn around the corridor and bump into a solid chest. "Sorry dude." I say and step backwards.
Amber eyes lock with my brown ones. "That's quite alright." Jasper's southern accent enters my ears. "What are you doing going around the corridor in such a hurry?" He asks me. "Just trying to get back to class." I smile at him and lightly push into my stomach which he notices.
"Is your stomach hurtin' you?" He asks me and I chuckle. "Just a little sore, I'll be alright though." I give him a polite smile. A wave of calmness washes over me. My pain doesn't hurt as bad anymore. I drop my arm. He looks at the cut on my cheek. "Where'd you get that?" He asks me curiously.
"I tripped as I was making breakfast." He chuckles slightly and I smile. Focusing on the conversation and not on my pain. "I'll see you later?" I ask him and he nods. "See you." I walk away and back to my class.
