Heyy, this is something I wrote a while پہلے for Emmett and Rosalie, please تبصرہ there will be مزید chapters :) x
OK, let me just get this out now, I am NOT a vampire, I want to be, I wish I was but I am not. Well not yet anyway. I can tell آپ my story so far. My life. I can’t promise that it was the best life ever lived, actually it was bad, horrible and just down right crap, and I’m only 12. My life got better eventually though and when I have دیا آپ all my past information then آپ can choose if آپ want to live the rest of my life with me یا not. My name is Caitlyn Aimee Mailan and I am 12, this is my story, this is my life.
So, until I was five I had a normal happy life, one that آپ would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one دن they were fine the اگلے دن my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on سب, سب سے اوپر of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted food then I had to find it myself I was filthy and beaten for no reason. I grew up like that.
My mother was almost always drunk and that meant trouble I would hide in my room trying to make myself invisible so she couldn’t find me but she always did.
“Caitlyn, آپ stupid little کتیا, کتيا where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of ووڈکا, شراب یا whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my بستر سے طرف کی my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered سے طرف کی my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen یا walked into a door. I left when I was 11, It was two months until my birthday. My father was off taking a various different types of drugs and my mother going back downstairs after having another سوئنگ, جھول at me, I was lay on my گلابی carpet that was thick with dust blood dripping from the cut across my cheek when I made up my mind. I pulled myself too my feet and limped slowly down the stairs out of the door of our small house and walked away without looking back. I took nothing with me, there was nothing worth bringing. For the اگلے ماہ I was on my own, getting food when I could- which wasn’t very often- and trying to survive. No one would take me in and I gave up trying to find somewhere else to call home. It was two weeks before my birthday and I hadn’t eaten in a week.
I was sat against the دیوار in a dark alley where no one could see me unless they looked hard. I saw too people stop and look towards me, then they started to اقدام towards me. I didn’t care who they were یا what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell آگے towards my knees and I started shaking.
OK, let me just get this out now, I am NOT a vampire, I want to be, I wish I was but I am not. Well not yet anyway. I can tell آپ my story so far. My life. I can’t promise that it was the best life ever lived, actually it was bad, horrible and just down right crap, and I’m only 12. My life got better eventually though and when I have دیا آپ all my past information then آپ can choose if آپ want to live the rest of my life with me یا not. My name is Caitlyn Aimee Mailan and I am 12, this is my story, this is my life.
So, until I was five I had a normal happy life, one that آپ would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one دن they were fine the اگلے دن my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on سب, سب سے اوپر of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted food then I had to find it myself I was filthy and beaten for no reason. I grew up like that.
My mother was almost always drunk and that meant trouble I would hide in my room trying to make myself invisible so she couldn’t find me but she always did.
“Caitlyn, آپ stupid little کتیا, کتيا where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of ووڈکا, شراب یا whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my بستر سے طرف کی my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered سے طرف کی my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen یا walked into a door. I left when I was 11, It was two months until my birthday. My father was off taking a various different types of drugs and my mother going back downstairs after having another سوئنگ, جھول at me, I was lay on my گلابی carpet that was thick with dust blood dripping from the cut across my cheek when I made up my mind. I pulled myself too my feet and limped slowly down the stairs out of the door of our small house and walked away without looking back. I took nothing with me, there was nothing worth bringing. For the اگلے ماہ I was on my own, getting food when I could- which wasn’t very often- and trying to survive. No one would take me in and I gave up trying to find somewhere else to call home. It was two weeks before my birthday and I hadn’t eaten in a week.
I was sat against the دیوار in a dark alley where no one could see me unless they looked hard. I saw too people stop and look towards me, then they started to اقدام towards me. I didn’t care who they were یا what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell آگے towards my knees and I started shaking.
The sun fell on Amber’s face and she woke up سے طرف کی the heat of it. She rubbed her eyes, trying to orientate, as she saw a man sitting اگلے to her. He looked familiar. As she tried to recall she felt an insistent pain in her neck. She lay her hand on it, to see what it was. “I bit you, that’s why you’re in pain” Stefan explained. Amber looked at him. “Who are you?” she asked, crawling backwards. Stefan reached out his hand. “I’m here to help you” he کہا softly. Amber shook her head. “No, stay away from me!” she کہا terrified. Stefan didn’t اقدام an inch. “You need help. You’re in transition, it’s not a nice feeling if آپ don’t feed anytime soon. I bet you’re starving” he said. Amber shook her head heavily as her stomach rattled. “I’m going home” she کہا with a breaking voice. “Leave me alone!” She scribbled up and staggered away from Stefan.