Ello loves(: This is my first fanfic, so please be nice:P I really hope you like it.

P.S. I don't own Austin & Ally, just the story line;)

It's amazing how unfair life can be. One second, you're living the good life, riding the high road. The next, you're on the streets, cold and starving. That's how it was in my case, at least...

Okay. let me find a better way to explain this. Have you ever bought something you didn't really want and then the store wouldn't take it back? I guess that's sort of how it is for me. I make one mistake and I'm thrown out on the streets...

Not that I necessarily liked where I was anyway... Before this, I was a fairly wealthy, normal, sixteen year old girl. Spoiled rotten. Exactly what I was. Nobody liked me, but they at least respected me... I think. One night, I went to a party. I was stupid. After I vowed I wouldn't do it, I did it anyway. At the party, there was punch. Not just normal punch, no, this punch was spiked. But, I didn't know. I had one glass too many. Needless to say, the night ended with a guy I barely knew the name of. About three months later, I went to the doctor after the fourth time I'd thrown up one morning. I was pregnant. I settled on abortion. My parents threw me out of the house. So, here I am now, on the streets of uptown New York. Alone. Cold. Hungry.

I sit down against a wall, the stone cold bricks freezing me to the core. My head presses back and I can feel the grains of sand on the wall through my matted, brown hair. I let out a sigh and close my eyes. I feel something cold and wet land on my nose and my eyes shoot open. Just my luck. Rain in the middle of the already freezing night. I huddle up closer to the wall and hug my jacket tighter around my thin body. This was no life for me.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I pressed my back hard against my door, struggling to keep it shut. The latch clicks and I quickly turn around and lock it. I walk quickly over to my bed and sit down on the large, plush matress. My eyes wander to my nightstand, where I see my blade. Shakily, my fingers reach out and wrap carefully around the sharp edge. The razor digs deeply into my fingers, a pain that should feel like a gunshot through the heart, but feels like nothing more than a prick of a needle to me. I'm used to it.

I bring the edge to my skin and press down, slowly pulling back and slicing opening it. I felt instant relief and did it repeatedly, causing more and more blood to flow out. I was starting to feel light-headed, but ignored it. The world started to darken, but I still ignored it. There was no going back now. This was a haven for me. A sanctuary. My safe place. The world was almost completely black, when I spotted a girl out my window. She was dirty and unkempt. Her hair was tangled and matted, I could tell that even from my second story room. She was laid up against a brick wall in the pouring rain, soaked to the bone. I couldn't take it. I sliced once again. This was the final one before I passed out.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAA

I woke up, cold and dirty as always. But this morning there was something new. Wet. Cold, dirty, and wet. Could it get any worse. Wait. Scratch that. Don't wanna jinx it. I stood up and dusted my butt off. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my ripped up jeans and started to walk. I stood up too fast and couldn't see, bracing myself against the wall, I kept walking. I had to get to the good dumpsters before they were emptied.

A door opened beside me and looked up into the eyes of a stranger. His hair was blonde and messy. He was wearing sweatpants and no shirt. How could he come outside like that? It was under 30 degrees! He yawned and stared at me. Feeling self-concious, I ignored it and kept walking.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A

I woke up to the sun streaming through my window. My arms stretched over my head automatically and I let out a groan. I hated waking up. Another day in my lonely life. I decided I would go ahead and get the mail from yesterday...and the day before... and the day before that. I don't check my mail very often.

I hustled downstairs and turned the knob on my front door, almost colliding with the person outside. I yawned and stared at her, as she was staring at me. She looked away and kept walking.

The girl out the window. I thought.

Okay, so if there's any confusion, let me clear it up. The point of view in this chapter go in this order: Person 1, Person 2, Person 1, Person 2. I'm not revealing who they are, yet. Thought you've probably already figured it out:P

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-Cassie