How To Save A Life: A Louis Tomlinson FanFiction

Chapter 2: Flash To The Past

------------Nine Years Earlier------------

It was a gorgeous day in June. The sun was setting, and the started to light up with the beauty of the the tall buildings. Bella was eight, almost nine. She walked with her mother in the busy city. They headed for the candy shop. They took a shortcut through an dark alley when the saw them. There were three men.

Bella knew something was wrong. She felt her mother's grip tighten around her hand. Bella looked up at the men. They wore old, torn, blue jeans, heavy, black coats, and beanie hats. The man in the middle had a bulge in his right pocket. They looked like the type of men you would see on a wanted sign, and the sight frightened Bella.

Bella shivered in fright, looking up at her mother. Her mother face was stricken with fear, scaring Bella even more. When she saw Bella's face, though, Bella's mother gave her a confident smile, making all of Bella's fear vanish, just like that.

Bella's mother bent down and whispered something, so quiet Bella strained to hear. Her mother's voice scared Bella. It was so authoritative... One word, her mother spoke just one word. "Run.." and that's just what Bella did... She ran, around the corner, as if her life depended on it, little did she know, it did.

Bella stopped, and peeked her tiny head, around the corner of the alley, her brown wavy hair falling to the side. The men noticed her mother, and walked towards her. The man in the middle took out the bulge in his pocket... it was a gun.

Bella watched as her mother handed her golden watch and her leather purse to the men. The men turned, and ran. They ran around the opposite corner of the alley. Just as they turned the corner, the man with the gun, turned, shot, and ran.

Bella watched her mother's fragile body crumple to the ground. She sprinted to her mother, and fell beside her. Bella cradled her mother's head in her hands, watching her take her final, few breathes. And then her breathing stopped. Bell sat there, sobbing, just cradling her head.

Then she sat her mother's head down gently, and ran.

She just ran. She didn't know where she was going, she just ran. She ran until she was out of breath. She looked, up wiping the tears from her eyes. She was in front of a candy shop. The same candy shop she was on her way to with her mother that very day. Bella walked it, and sobbing, choked out her story of her mother to the store clerk. The clerk, hugging Bella, called the police.

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Bella woke from her trance of the past, drying her tears. She walked into the washroom. She looked in the mirror, and looked at her reflection. She was hideous. She hated her reflection. It showed all that she was. Worthless. Ugly. Lonely.

She was disgusted with herself. Why even bother to live? She was just a nuisance to everyone. The teachers hated her, her grades were terrible. Her peers hated her, they called her a slut, whore, bitch. Think of every terrible word you could call someone, and yep, she had been called that. Think of every possible way to be beaten, and injured. Yeah, it had ALL happened to Bella. Think of your own, personal hell, and multiply that by 30. That's not even close to Bella's everyday life.

She wasn't tripped up or thrown things at before. She was just called names. They started physical abuse when they learned about her daddy. And she actually didn't mind the names at first, because she had a loving father to come home to. But, that was gone. And she started to believe their words.

She didn't care to fix herself up in the morning. She didn't care to do anything decent. She let her grades drop and she was currently failing. She washed her face and took one more look into the eyes of the girl staring back at her. She was sickened. She shook her head, those taunting words filling her head. She let out a loud scream and punched the mirror, making it shatter into pieces.

She looked at her knuckles. They were bleeding. She didn't mind. She was interested actually. She stared closely at the little creases and cuts it had done and watched the blood flow drip by drip. It was fascinating. She sat on the floor watching her knuckles until they dried. She didn't bother to clean up. She just didn't care. She didn't even bother to make a change of clothes as she plonked onto her bed and fell asleep.

She was so sick of looking at her worthless reflection. No wonder people hated her, looking like that. Bella searched the ground for a decent piece of glass, and raised it to her arm.... And she cut. She whimpered at the pain. It was terrible. But that's why she did it. Knowing there was a pain worse than all her problems, it made her feel better. As she cut, Bella thought about raising the glass a bit higher.

Just a real quick slice across her throat, and all her problems would be over. Maybe she could be buried next to her mom, even. But first, she wanted to visit her favorite places, just one last time.

Bella flopped onto her bed, contemplating death. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Real quick, right? She thought over this until she finally fell into a restless sleep.

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A/N: Heyya! So how do you guys like it? Don't worry! Louis comes in the next chapter! And I decided to name this How To Save A Life...Please comment And spread the word of my fanfic! Tell me what you think! xxx! @Hartzzy5 on twitter! Love you guys! Mwah!

-Gretchen