Authoress' Note: The first chapter will be in 3rd person POV as I find it much easier to start like that. However, the rest of the story will be in 1st person, so please enjoy.

Full Summary:

He was known the world over. Everyone knew his name, his looks, his life, but no one knew the real him. The one he kept inside, not the face he showed on the outside.

She wasn't known at all. She was just the average-looking teenage girl whose life was weaved with sticks and stones.

He was trying to get away from the mob of followers, she was seeking refuge from bullies. They both ended up in one place; an abandoned manor. The outcome, was what nobody in the world could predict, not even they could predict what would happen next.

Chapter One

One Edward Anthony Masen was out enjoying a walk in the local park in the town of Forks. His soft footsteps could be heard as they lightly tapped on the small path. The tress around him shook lightly with the wind, the leaves rustled and the early morning breeze caused Edward to stuff his hands in his pockets and walk a tiny but faster. It was quiet and the morning sun was bright and cheerful, something that he was not. Everywhere around him seemed so full of life but anyone who could see past Edward's good looks, see past his superstar image, and see past his facade would see that his eyes held no life.

Edward was quiet and brooding, his thoughts shifting to places he couldn't quite grasp or get over yet even though it had been two years since he left this town, and two years since his mother's death.

He looked around and his green eyes took in the beautiful image of nature. The small, tender breeze played with the pink blossom on a nearby tree, carrying its luscious scent with it. The small orchard to his right had always been a popular place for little ones to hide and the blades of the green grass were exactly alike but different all the same. Edward had fond memories of playing in that same orchard but now those fond memories bought him pain.

He had grown up a lot since then, and he had also grown to the world and the more he shied away from the spotlight, the more wider the spotlight got. He realised he could never hide or live a normal teenage life now. At the age of eighteen, Edward Masen was already famously known in America, U.K, Australia and most of Europe. He never really realised how his lyrics inspired people or how his good looks plus his "shyness" from the spotlight created such a frenzy with the media.

Edward was a small town boy who had big time dreams, but now he had that big time dream and had made it into a reality, he wasn't sure if he wanted it or not. He loved to go out there, on stage and sing and play the music he wrote, that was the thing that meant the most to him. But he didn't like the constant spotlight, the unwanted attention, the overbearing fans, stalkers, the media nagging him for questions and interviews about his life. He didn't want the fame or the glory, he just wanted to play the beautiful music he wrote, and he hoped it inspired others.

The only reason his life continued with a faint glimmer of hope was because of his mother and his mother had died two years ago, hit by a careless drunk driver who wouldn't even stop enough to make sure she was okay or to call an ambulance. The first thing he did when he had eough money was to track that horrible, vile creature who had run over his mother, and made him pay, he was currently serving a lifetime of imprisonment, apparently his mother had not been the first he had hit that night, or the last. A total of three lives were lost the night and a total of three families grieving. Edward was proud that his status of a celebrity did some good, otherwise the driver may have just gotten off with a warning and a driving ban. Now the man could suffer and rot in that hell hole prison he was sent to.

Edward smiled as he slowly crouched down, and looked at his mom's favourite flowers, and the most attractive scent that came with it. He loved the smell of freesia, he had always loved it and now it reminded him of distant memories and his mom when she had planted them here, right here in this very park.

His mother had loved this park, and he had come back to it, if only to remember the memories without people chasing him around as if he were a new living creature they had found under their microscope.

And just minutes after thinking this, he heard the loud rumble and a clear masculine voice shouting somewhere nearby, "I think he went that way!"

Edward had had enough of the reporters, enough of the fans stalking him, enough of everyone who thought they knew him inside out when the truth was they didn't know him, they didn't know him at all.

He did the only thing he could at that moment, he ran. And Edward was fast. He had taking up jogging and track in his spare time after his songs had hit the chart. It was the only way of forgetting everything, for never feeling anything and he enjoying the breeze as it whipped through his hair and how his legs pounded on the pavement. Everything was forgotten when he ran.

Although Edward was fast, he wasn't aware of where he was going, so he just ran. Some reporters had been smart enough to get in their cars and chase after him, so he turned down an alley way and crossed the street. By then, more than reporters where running after him.

He turned down another alley way and just kept running, letting his feet fly across the pavement and his mind fly to nothing of importance. He saw an old abandoned but huge house and made a dash to get over the high iron-wrought fence and into the house. The door shut with a rather large groan.

His heart was racing and his body was on an adrenaline rush and his ears picked up the sound of cars screeching tyres and rumbling engines outside. He opened the curtain a tiny smidge to look outside.His heart was racing what seemed like a million miles a minute as the reporter got out and looked around. Other cars sped down the lane, and kept going. The reporter obviously thought that she had missed the sight of him when she saw another screeching car shoot down the road in the opposite direction, and jumped into her car and took off just as quickly.

Edward fell to the floor in a sigh of relief.

He was safe, for now.

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One Isabella Marie Swan was walking home from school. She was trying to walk as fast as she could without tripping. She wasn't exactly the most graceful person on the planet.

And once again, Isabella or as she preferred; Bella was walking alone.

Bella always walked alone as she didn't have any friends to walk with. She was one of the invisibles at school but she was a smart and quiet nobody and she had been alone since...the first day of kindergarten. She had sat with other nobody's too, in classes and in the cafeteria but they didn't really talk to each other much but they were aquaintances all the same. They shared the same table, saved seats for you so they wouldn't sit next to a popular and even said 'hi' every once in a while. They didn't totally ignore you, or befriend you but they were there for each other. They had each other's backs so that they wouldn't have their backs scratched by the popular cheerleaders and jocks. It wasn't all that good, but it wasn't all that bad either. She wasn't completely alone in the world. Other people still noticed her...sometimes.

That was until the third day into her junior year in high school when she accidentally bumped into Lauren Mallory, the Queen Bee of Forks High. Bella was holding orange soda at the time and it spilt all over Lauren's brand new, white designer shirt.

She had been ignored by everyone and hated by everyone from that day on. It was funny how in just a few seconds, a life that never really existed anyway goes from worse to absolutely horrible.

Lauren had acheived a skill that only a true bitchy cheerleader would know, how to turn people against one person in only a matter of seconds. Bella was despised and ignored by her peers from those few seconds on. The people she hardly knew before didn't want to stay acquaintances any longer, not risking the wrath of one vicious and unforgiving Lauren Mallory.

She sat alone, ate alone, did everything alone and she'd become more of a loner than she had been beforehand. She had no friends and she had no life. You could say that Bella didn't even technically have parents because they were so caught up in the midst of a divorce that Bella was forgotten, unlike what she was to Lauren.

Lauren and her boyfriend Tyler Crowley set out with their little gang to destroy Bella's life every single day, as she had destroyed Lauren's expensive shirt. Even if it was by accident.

Bella couldn't help but to feel a victim of emotional abuse, and she didn't even blame Lauren but herself because she always did. To Bella, everything was her fault. Her parent's divorce, her only friend which was her dog who got run over by a car and died, anything and everything was always Bella's fault. And Lauren intended to keep it that way.

Bella was a sad and depressed child who hardly ever smiled. She was ignored by all, teachers, students and her parents. She didn't feel at home anywhere, and yesterday was the first day that she had tried to bring a sort of relief to the pain she was feeling. She had bought a sharp razor but couldn't get it even an inch towards her wrist before chickening out.

She'd labelled herself as a stupid, cowardly loser from that day on, and she believed every single cruel and harsh words people said to her. She was broken, and no one was picking up the pieces.

The small sound of her feet tapping on the ground brought her back to the harsh, bitter reality of her life.

Her heart was beating so hard that she thought she'd have a heart attack. The abuse from Lauren had never been more than emotional tormenting...until yesterday. She had gave up on her usual feat of making Bella cry by calling her names, spreading horrific rumours about her and turning everyone against her. No, she just had to dig her nails in more, and that is exactly what she had done. She had dug her long, fake nails into Bella's arm and wouldn't let go until Bella had practically begged and tried to fight back. Lauren brought the other hand down on the other arm.

She had made Bella promise that there would be another designer shirt tomorrow, she had made her crawl on the floor, beg on her knees, cry until there were no more tears left until she let go. The cuts were still there, marked, scarred into her flesh. She had bled her way home, and the next day she could tell there was about 3 cm off her skin on either side where the nails had dug into her pure flesh. Everytime Bella touched her arm or had to carry books on it, she felt like millions of flaming knives were stabbing her in her arms and she could barely breathe when this happened.

Bella was too poor to buy Lauren a designer shirt, and Lauren knew that, so she was expecting Lauren and her little jock and cheerleader gang to be there, to beat her to a bloody pulp or to at least have gotten tired of beating her by now. Hope was out the window as soon as Lauren saw Bella as she rounded the corner and grinned like a Cheshire cat.

Bella, never the brave one, took one look in her deadly vicious, threatening eyes and became the coward she labelled herself as. She ran. She was stumbling everywhere and her arms had dropped her books and bags all over the road, but Bella kept running, she didn't care as long as she got away. She didn't want more pain for the rest of her high school life, she didn't want to become depressed or overly emotional or go to extremes to be put out of her misery. Bella certainly wasn't going to commit suicide, even though she thought about it more than once. She was too much of a coward, and this coward just kept on running.

Lauren was screeching her nasally voice at the boys in her group to bring Bella back. Bella knew that if they caught her, it would be a matter of either living but not really living, or death. She didn't know which one was worse. So with her tiny legs compared to the long, muscled legs chasing her, she ran and ran and managed to avoid them through alleyway after alleyway but she knew they were catching up. Her legs were aching by now but she couldn't give up now, it would be the end of her.

She didn't know how she had managed to avoid capture by now but she had one ounce of hope left in her to keep on going. She ran until she came to a stop at an iron-wrought gate that led to her favourite, abandoned mansion. She quickly located the hole she'd dug especially for an occasion like this and crawled into the grounds and into the mansion. She had just about closed the door and saw that Tyler and his cronies, Mike and Eric had just managed not to see her and they threw their arms up in exasperation before splitting up to look different ways. None of them even thought about the abandoned house.

Bella had managed to get here a few times before, without Lauren knowing. It was her only safe zone. She was safe here, alone here and comforted here. She could do whatever she wanted in this huge manor and no one would know. No one would probably even know if she was missing.

No one except the other person seeking refuge in this sparce gigantic house.

As she ran to get to her favourite spot, another person had become panicked at the sound of the door closing and was also running, but towards her. The two collided and they both fell to the floor, Edward on top of Bella.

And as they too collided, so did there two very different worlds.

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AN: Do you like it so far? Should I keep it in 3rd person or change to 1st? Please review!