Rosie Swan(twilight fanfic) *Re-writing* *SLOW UPDATES*

ONE

I stood inside the airport with my sulking sister and mother, my chocolate brown eyes focused on everyone around me. Elderly, teenagers, parents and their children all rushed around to find their destined gate, bumping into everyone, not even bothering to say sorry. It so very boring...

It's almost sickening to see everybody exactly the same. Ordinary. They all lived in an ordinary world where everything had to fit their standards of ordinary or you were cast to the world of the misfits. I'm one of those people. I'm what they call a psychopath, but I personally prefer high functioning sociopath.

My 'dis-function' had started when I was four years old. I had never enjoyed the company of other children, only finding solace while being alone, and I loved it. But my mother and teachers didn't.

They started to try and make me play with other children, my mother scheduled play dates, and even tried counseling. Nothing ever worked, it just made me worse and worse. As I grew older, I started to realize that other people didn't like the abnormality's I had. They didn't like how different I was, so I tried to make friends, I tried to be normal. But they all avoided me like the plague. The bullying got worse and worse.

I snapped when I turned thirteen.

My three bullies had me on the ground in a fetal position. They were kicking, yelling, and just taunting me. Their voices just rang in my head. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. I was bleeding from my head, and I had broken bones. I tried to call out for anyone. Someone. To help me. But no one came. They just kept taunting and taunting and taunting. And something inside me had snapped. My emotions. I turned everything off.

I couldn't feel a thing after that. After everyone had gone away, I got up from the ground, feeling like my bones were shattered. And I walked home. I walked home with a broken leg, and a few broken ribs and no one helped me. They didn't stop and ask If I needed help. Nothing. They just stood on their porches pointing at the freakette walking down the street.

That night I got a lecture from Renee, saying how I wasn't trying hard enough to fit in. how and why I couldn't be more like her precious baby Bella. I kept a straight face all through it. Charlie was a different story, though. He comforted me, and even took me to the doctors. Even with all my emotions gone, there was still something there for my father. My favorite person in the whole world.

Renee didn't like it. They both argued all night and then they finally got a divorce, with Renee taking both Bella and I to Phoenix. (Just pretend both her and Bella were thirteen when Renee and Charlie got divorced) I was even more broken. I had gotten into drugs, alcohol, and even whored myself around. All of it was just to piss Renee off even more.

Renee deserved every bit of stress I brought onto her. She took me away from the only person I cared about in this world. And no I don't love Bella, I possibly hated her more than Renee. Because she did nothing. She did nothing when Renee would slap every time I did something wrong or abnormal. She just watched.

Later on, when Bella and I were sixteen, Renee had introduced us to phil. And yada, yada, yada, later they got married. I had thought it was a chance to see my father again, but no. he wasn't invited. So, being the very mature and uncaring person I am, Phil and I had snuck off before the honeymoon and fucked. The funny thing was, Renee had caught us and damn was she angry. She hated me even more. They didn't even go on the honeymoon.

Phil and I had carried on with the affair. I had him right where I wanted, where he was the puppet and I was the one pulling the strings.

Now I was seventeen years old and I was as happy as a manipulative bitch could get. Bella being the little 'caring' bitch that she was, had saw how unhappy Renee was with not being able to go on the honeymoon with Phil, thanks to me (Not that she knew), and decided that she and I should go spend some time with our father.

And now here I was in this stupid fucking airport waiting for Bella and Renee to get done with their mushy moment.

"Can you guys hurry the fuck up, we're going to miss our plane," I snapped.

As always Bella ignored me and continued hugging Renee. If you really looked at her, you could tell she didn't want to go, but she wanted to please her mother like the little lap dog she is. She had almost backed out before we got here, but a threatening glare from yours truly had shut her ass up.

I don't even know why she loves Renee. All she does is go out with her girls all the time, drinking, partying, etc. and when she's home, she acts all childish and upbeat. Like a psychopath. Bitch needs to stop, that's my job.

They finally stopped their love fest, and turned to me. I just stood there with a straight face, a little confused to why they were looking at me.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to mom?" Bella asked. My eyes trailed over to Renee who was slightly smirking at me. The hate for me was clear in her eyes, and now I know that she is very glad to have me gone from her household.

I sighed and gave a very tight and fake smile. I walked up to Renee and pulled her into a hug. After a second I tried to pull away but she kept me there.

"I should have never given birth to you. You have brought me nothing but pain, but now I don't have to deal with your ass," Renee whispered into my ear. I didn't want to admit that I felt a small ache In my heart when she said that.

I chuckled a little.

"Tell Phil to come visit sometime, because I would love to ride him again sometime. I hope you have fun with him, cause he's one hell of a good fuck. Oh, wait, sorry, you guys had never fucked. Oops." I pulled away from a fuming Renee and twirled around to Bella.

"Now, we have a plane to catch. So keep the fuck up."

Bella gulped but complied with my orders. She waved goodbye to Renee one last time before following me onto the plane.

*Edited as of 6/21/17*