.::: Scarred for life :::. (Twilight Fanfic)

New Beginnings

Hey guys, I am soooo sorry, it's been four years since I started this story and I hope now i will be able to write more now that I have improved my writing skills and gotten more time to write, I really appreciate everyone's support :)

Disclaimer: I don't not own Twilight or its marvellous creations
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I slowly opened my eyes as the sun shined down against the purple and blue hues of my skin. With a groan, I stretch out my sore body and will myself to sit up, slowly taking in everything around me, flashbacks of the night before race through my mind. Not willing to wallow in pain I pushed up off of the ground, my body screeching in protest as I bend down and retrieve my diary that resides under my mattered mattress. When I check the date I sigh in realisation that I start at Forks High today and throw my diary back onto the mattress and go and grab some of my clothes that live in the box in the corner of my room.

Sorting through what little options I had for clothes, I pick up some dark wash jeans, an old Arctic Monkeys tee and a hoodie. Once satisfied with what I had chosen I open the door slowly, peering out into the tv room to check if the coast was clear, I took a few steps out and noticed my father passed out on the sofa, liquor bottles scattered around him and the stench of cigarettes pouring off him in waves. Seizing the moment, I tiptoe past him into the bathroom and take a quick shower, washing all the blood and grime off of my skin and assessing the bruises that covered my pale skin, the water feels like heaven against my skin and I can't remember the last time I had the time to wash myself other than the fleeting chances to wash my skin in the sink.

Once my shower was over I stepped out and quickly slid into my clothes, trying to be as quiet as possible. I reached down under the bathroom sink and pulled out the stash of makeup I kept hidden, old stuff my mum had given to me before she died. I missed her every day, part of me wanted to hate her for dying and leaving me with my monster of a father but I could never really bring myself to hate her, not after everything.

With my makeup done I surveyed myself in the foggy mirror. Whilst the damage wasn't 100% covered up, nobody would see anything unless they were looking for it and that would just have to do seeing as it was old drug store makeup and I was no pro. Leaving the bathroom, I walk back past my dad and into the kitchen, bottles of booze, drugs and random items of women's clothes lay around the kitchen and I weave through it all and over to the pantry, grabbing some cereal and eating it from the box dry, it was stale and kinda chewy but it would have to do. Taking some money from the table and edible items from the kitchen that I could stockpile in my room, I walk out and to the front door, slipping my old and torn converse on I exit the door, cold wind and the smell of rain assaulting my senses, feeling oddly refreshing. Throwing my hood over my head I begin to travel up my driveway and take the long walk to the bus stop in the rain.

When I reach the bus stop the rain is pelting down and I silently pray that my makeup is protected by my hood, I reach into my backpack and grab my iPod that I had sold everything, that was worth any once of money, to get, stuffing the earbuds into my ears I turn the volume up full blast as the sickly sweet, yet haunting voice of "Sippy Cup" by Melanie Martinez invades my ears and I instantly relax my shoulders, music being somewhat of a refuge in my chaotic life.

As the bus pulled up I was suddenly filled with anxiety and dread, I hated interacting with other people, being some what of a lone wolf since moving to Forks, I used to have a lot of friends, I guess you could've almost called me popular but after my mother dying and then having to live with my fathers abuse, I couldn't help but feel as though my heart had begun to grow a little bitter. Shaking my head out of my thoughts, I slowly step onto the bus, my body straining against the effort I was putting into moving, trying to hide the grimace on my face, I survey the bus before choosing the back seat closest to the window. There weren't many people on the bus yet, maybe five, a dorky looking kid with pale freckled skin sat at the front, followed by two average looking girls that seemed to be engrossed in a conversation about the latest celebrity gossip, then some jock with brown hair shooting leering glances at the girl that sat a row back from him, cleavage hanging out of her top and makeup that could almost resemble a clown. Resting my head against the window I settle in for the 20 minute or so drive it would take to get to my new highschool. I watch as the tree turn to green blurs as the bus speeds up and the rain falls harder, by now a completely different song was playing but I wasn't paying it much attention, still to engrossed in thinking about what this new school would be like, whether I would make friends, even if I wouldn't be able to keep them, they'd probably ask too many questions.

Lost in my thoughts I didn't hear the bus pull up at the school until the driver hollered back at me,
"This is the last stop kid, you better hop out before you're late," I smiled a thanks at him before picking up my things and stepping off of the bus, my converse hitting the wet ground and almost slipping. I began to walk forward looking around at the front of the school, it wasn't huge but it was busy, full of bustling students who really didn't seem concerned about anything.

With a sigh, I readjust my backpack on my shoulder and start heading towards the car park.
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Okay so that's it, once again I am so sorry it took me so long to update, if you like it be sure to let me know, obviously I want to keep working on it but if nobody is interested there might not be a point. Thankyou to those who wanted me to update and here it is finally. I am sorry for any mistakes, I don't have a beta and my grammar and spelling isn't always on point.

- Kiandra :)