Breathe (Twlight Fanfic)

Chapter 1

AUTHORS NOTE!! This is my first story i apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes!! PLEASE let me know what you think!

Hello, my name is Isabella Swan....or i guess its Knight now. Isabella Knight. I'm ashamed to have that as a last name. Although i do suppose i deserve it, i killed my Mother and made my Dad go wonky ( i suppose wonky isn't the nicest way to put it) All i want in my life is a family who cares and loves one another. No more fighting. I miss My REAL family not these fake ASS HO- ops..i shouldn't be talking rude about Mr. and Mrs. Knights. As i said before i deserve every punishment I receive.

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I don't remember how my birth parents much. Although I know I was happy. Happy celebrating birthdays, camping on the weekends, family BBQs. My dad left me a photo album. Which I will cherish forever. He also gave me a video tap. I've never been able to watch it, i don't even know how to use a television...ive only watched tv once for what i can remember....

FLASHBACK

A loud bang woke me after being punched in the face for making too much noise in my room -i was such a wimp back then couldn't even take one punch without passing out- I heard the front door being slammed. Instantly terrified thinking i did something wrong in which i deserved to be punished.-Even if I deserved the punishment that doesn't mean i like them hence the word 'punishment' -

I heard Mrs. Knight yell at me "WE'RE LEAVING KEEP YOUR ASS UP STAIRS UNTILL WE COME BACK WILL BE GONE 1 HOUR DONT TRY ANYTHING OR YOU'LL KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN"

I heard another loud bang. Then i realized that i had a full hour to myself.-I've never been alone for more than minutes at a time-

Mrs. Knight said not to try anything but i simply couldn't resist going down stairs and looking for some food i haven't eaten for 2 days -i spilt my milk on the floor while heading back to my room. That was very bad- i quietly snuck downstairs praying that this wasn't a trap. And it wasn't.
"Wow I'm really home alone" i thought out loud.
Still paranoid i crawled in the kitchen and grabbed a handful of grapes. But when i turned around to leave i saw the magical box with moving pictures.

"WOW" i sat there for who knows how long. Memorized by the magic box I hadn't realized what was happening. Door swings open and I'm being dragged up the stairs by my hair. I was screaming despite the fact I knew better.-screaming only antagonized him.- I knew i was in trouble now. But i also knew I deserved it.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!" he screamed throwing me in my room "WHO THE FUCK SAID YOU COULD WATCH THE TELEVISION" ahh Television thats what the magic box was "HEY BITCH!!" he kicks me in the gut knocking the wind out of me causing me gasping for air "DONT YOU KNOW THAT SHIT ROTS YOUR BRAINS?!" i couldn't answer still gasping for air "HUH?" He yelled getting in my face this time.

I could only gasp a weak "yes" thats when i got kicked in the face and blacked out. i awoke in a puddle of my own blood. Besides me there was a mop and bucket with a sticky note on it saying "clean up the mess you caused."

END OF FLASHBACK

I shouldn't feel sorry for myself. This is normal behaviour. isn't it? If you break a rule you get punished. I've read a lot in my day and thats the way it seems to go. Although they never tell you exactly what the punishment i- before i couldn't finish my thought i was being hit with a cardboard box.