A/N: This idea has been playing around in my head ever since I got "Anna (Go to Him)" and "Misery" on my iPod. I love it when Beatle songs inspire fics :)

Enjoy!

Kay

Ch 1
For No One
April, 2011

FRIDAY AFTERNOON:

I should have known better. Anna walks away with a fake smile on her face from the boy that's been lying to her from the start. She won't cry; won't let him be satisfied with his work of heartbreak, but that doesn't stop Anna from feeling like a fool. Why didn't she see through him from the start? Why did she have to fall so hard and become blind?

Because I'm a loser, Anna tells herself firmly. She's too angry with herself to cry as she drifts out of the back doors of Benson High School to the student parking lot. And now you're nothing more than another girl on his list being checked off; screwed. She remembers what he told her three nights before:

"You're the only one I'm after."

Anna laughs with full sarcasm at that as she slams the door of her VW bug. "Is that what you tell her now?" she mumbles. She shakes her head as she brings the engine to life and gets off school property as fast as she can.

But that doesn't stop the memories from catching up...

Rylie Meadows: the senior heartthrob and greatest swimmer on the swim team, is known for his charming attitude, kill-me-now smile and amazing guitar skills. Every girl wishes to be his and every girl that was hates his guts.

Before Rylie went after Anna's heart, she didn't know about his bad reputation with heartbreaker how he prefers younger girls to go after. Because he was the first guy in her life to actually win her over, Anna fell hard and she believed every single word he told her and thought that he could have actually been the one.

But she was dead wrong. Their relationship, if you could call it that, started getting iffy after not even a month. Anna started hearing rumors about Rylie asking a freshman girl, Lindsay Boan, to prom. Feeling a bit confused and somewhat betrayed, Anna decided to ask the man himself where their little thing was standing.

"Just be honest with me, Ry. I don't want this to end badly." She had said this quite sincerely with no fear. The answer was already quite evident to her. She had no chance with him. A guy like Rylie would never go for a girl like her.

Rylie had looked a bit sympathetic when he told her about his liking for Lindsay and that's when Anna just smiled, thanked him for his honesty and walked away to where she is now. She recalls him saying sorry and she hates him for that too. Sorry just makes everything worse for a girl's wounded pride...

After making it home and discovering her parents are going to be working late, Anna falls backward onto her bed and stares up at the white popcorn ceiling. She starts to trace pictures that appear in her mind's eye and after awhile she falls asleep.

SATURDAY:

The next morning her phone rings A Taste of Honey in her ear and Anna's eyes snap open. Its one of her favorite songs by her favorite band the Beatles and Paul's voice always makes her answer the phone at the last minute, but not this time. Looking at the caller I.D she sees her mother's number.

"Good morning," Anna tries to sound light and happy like her usual self. She sits up and stretches out her arms to fully wake up.

"Good morning? Ani, it's already noon!" her mother, Clarisse Roberts, laughs, "When did you wake up, silly girl?"

Anna rolls her eyes and smiles, "Just now," she starts to look for clothes to wear, "What're you and dad up to?"

Her mother sounds surprised, "We're about to board the plane, sweetheart! Don't you remember our plans for the weekend?"

Plans? Anna tries to remember, What is she- OH! "You're business trip in Vegas!" she slaps her palm to her forehead. "That totally blew past my mind, I'm sorry!"

Mrs. Roberts chuckles at her daughter's forgetfulness. "I'll let you know when we land," she informs. "Be safe and text me if you go out at all." A man's voice interrupts, Anna's father William Roberts, saying that its time to get their seats, "We love you, Ani!" her mother shouts before clicking off the line.

Anna throws her phone on the bed, relieved. At least she doesn't have to deal with her mother's constant chatter about Ry anymore. Just wait till she finds out the news. Anna smirks at the thought of her mother going into hysterics as she lazily stumbles out of her room and follows the hall to the upstairs den. To the left are the stairs that lead down to the garage and her parents' room. To the right is the large kitchen her mother is so proud of. Ani goes for the closest place for food.

After a day full of Beatles, reading, Beatles, blogging, Beatles, facebook, Beatles, food, Beatles, writing, Beatles and T.V- oh and the Beatles- Anna drags herself to bed with her earbuds still blaring music into her mind. She cuddles deep into the pile of blankets on her bed and sighs with relief; content that didn't think of "Mr. Day-tripper" at all on her Saturday.

6 AM, SUNDAY:

Anna wakes up to music again, but it's not from her phone. Still sleepy, Anna's dazed eyes look around for the source of the disruption. It sounds like it's coming from outside her room and somewhere else around the house. All the same, the volume's so high it's shaking the walls and Anna's ears. Hopefully none of the neighbors have noticed the noise.

Ann frees herself from the tangled mess of blankets that have kept her warm from the cold. Wearing only a tie-dyed spaghetti strap nightdress and rainbow striped ankle socks, she cautiously opens her bedroom door and sticks her blonde head out to look up and down the hall. She ducks back in and decides she ought to bring something to protect her if there's anyone else in the house, so she snatches a silver candle holder off the top of her dresser and quickly tiptoes out into the hall.

She gets a big sound wave of John Lennon's voice singing:

"YOU BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE IF YOU CAN, LITTLE GIRL! HIDE YOUR HEAD IN THE SAND, LITTLE GIRL! CATCH YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN, THAT'S THE END, LITLE GIRL!"

Run for Your Life by the Beatles? Anna shivers. It's not the happiest song in the world in her opinion and John singing those oh-so-serious lyrics just flat out scares her crazy, especially the part: "BABY, I'M DETERMINED WHEN I'D RATHER SEE YOU DEAD." That pretty much tells Anna that John was not the guy to mess with back then.

Don't be so freaked, she scolds herself. It's just a Beatles song. Dad must have left one of their in the stereo or something... Anna walks out of the hall into the living room and heads straight for the stereo; still a bit sensitive to the loud volume she covers her ears. Why did he have it up so high? She wonders as she spins the volume dial down to zero.

But there's still music playing. And it's the same song? Anna turns around to the record player and finds it blasting Run for Your Life too, right in sync with the stereo. A bit perplexed, Anna turns it off and listens for anything else. She hears John's song continuing in the kitchen. What is going on here?

The iHome sitting on the kitchen counter with her mother's iPod hooked up to it blares the song loudly. Anna hastily unplugs the device, not bothering to just turn it off. This is too weird and it's starting to freak her out. That should be it, she tells herself while taking a deep breathes. It's only music, only the Beatles-

"BABY, I'M DETERMINED WHEN I'D RATHER SEE YOU DEAD!"

"DAMMIT!" Anna screams, hearing the song coming from downstairs. She really doesn't want to go down there, but at the same time the song is biting her nerves too. Her grip on the candle holder tightens and she readies to whack anything that decides to jump out.

Unfortunately, the music comes from the garage, not Mr. and Mrs. Roberts' bedroom. And that's even worse. Anna's free hand shakes as it turns the knob of the cold door. When she pulls it open her ears are almost begging to have quiet again. The dark area is soon flooded with fluorescent lights and Anna's heart stops immediately.

That last thing she remembers is feeling her head meet the concrete and dizzily seeing four people crowding around her before everything goes black.

A/N: so... is it interesting-ish? no? yes? kinda? review and telllll meeeee :D

Kay