Disclaimer: I do not own a single thing in this story. The plot is owned by Sophia Coppola and the characters are owned by Stephanie Meyer. This was inspired after watching Virgin Suicides after I watched Twilight and also after watching a fanmade trailer on youtube.

I have written other stories and never really received many reviews from them. So I have decided, as much as I hate doing this, that another chapter will not be uploaded until I have 5 reviews. As much as I hate when other authors do it, it may be the only way to get feedback. I have rated this M not for any lemons that may or may not appear but for the issues that the plot deals with.

The Virgin Suicides - Twilight style.

Carlisle Cullen - Mr Lisbon

Esme Cullen - Mrs Lisbon

Bella - Lux Lisbon

Alice - Bonnie Lisbon

Rosalie - Mary Lisbon

Victoria - Therese Lisbon

Angela - Cecelia Lisbon

Edward,Emmett,Jasper,James and Laurent are all the boys that watch the girls in the movie. Edward will also be Trip Fontaine as well.

Charlie Swan will be Dr Horniker.

Chapter 1 - Obviously Doctor you've never been a 13 year old girl

Edwards POV

Angela was the first to go. The ambulance sirens were sounding out over the usually quiet neighbourhood. We had gathered along the side of the road and watched in amazement as the carried Angela out on a stretecher. Her wrists were covered in bandages that were still seeping blood.

As we had looked around the neighbours were giving each other worried glances. Mrs Cullen had ran out with Angelas' nightdress in hand only to find that she as too late and the ambulance had driven off.

Angela's hospital room

The doctor stood at the end of the bed and waited for the nurse to walk out of the room. He stared into the eyes of his 13 year old patient and could not understand her reasons for attempting suicide. She was so young, what could have possessed her to try and end her life? Had it been a cry for help?

"What are you doing here honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets" he shook his head at his patient and threw her a pleading look.

"Obviously Doctor you've never been a 13 year old girl" she replied simply

Of course he hadn't been a 13 year old girl but he had been a 13 year old boy and he would never have considered doing something like this.

Cullen neighbourhood

The white picket fenced houses all stood side by side along the road. Each house as unoriginal and stereotypical as the last. The heat was blistering down and each lawn had the sprinklers on to try and water the grass as best as they could.

The sun beat down and children played out on the road, none of the understanding what had taken place here a few days ago. People were returning to normal and were trying not to talk about the attempted suicide of Angela.

Everyone dates the demise of the neighbourhood back to the suicide of the Cullen girls. People saw the decline of the auto industry, the chopping of the trees and the work lay offs down to them. Even as teenagers we tried to put the pieces of the mystery together. Tried to make them fit, we still can't.

Now whenever we see each other at business lunches or dinner parties we find ourselves in the corner going over the evidence again and again. Trying to find something that we hadn't thought of before. Just to understand those 5 girls, who after all these years never seem to leave our minds.

The 5 of us sat outside and watched as the Ford sierra parked in the driveway of the house that had not been lived in for 5 days. The car doors opened and out stepped the 5 mysterious girls. Each as beautiful as the last.

Angela the youngest was 13, Bella was 14,Alice was 15, Rosalie was 16 and Victoria was 17. You could see how Mr and Mrs Cullen had produced such beautiful creatures as daughters. Mr Cullen looked as if he could barely pass for late 30's as did Mrs Cullen. They were the quintessential beautiful family. There was not one of them that looked remotely normal. Maybe that was just our hormones talking.

Mr Cullen was our maths teacher at school while Mrs Cullen helped out at the church and was the typical housewife.

Emmett,Jasper,James, Laurent and I had all gathered around the back of my house to listen to Tyler Crowley claim to have found Angela in the house on her first attempt.

"I was the one who found her" he told us, his eyes shining bright with excitement.

"I was in the storm sewer under my house, having a smoke. There are all these tunnels that lead into everyone's houses. You can get into anyone's house."

So when Tyler said this we all believed him. No one thought to question him, he was after all the son of Tony 'the shark' Crowley. We had all heard of his escape from a night in prison using the exact storm sewers that Tyler was talking about.

"So I went up, thinking I could have a look inside. Maybe even see some of the girls, If you get my drift" he nudged me and I wanted nothing more than to hit him.

Instead we all just laughed appreciatively with him. We needed to hear this from a source that had seen it all first hand.

"So I went in, I was waiting for one of them to take a shower. I heard the bath running and looked inside. All I could see was blood. I turned around and ran for the stairs, went back out the tunnel. I just wanted to tell you guys. Look I gotta go, my mums making spaghetti and meatballs tonight. I'll catch you later"

He left the back of my house and all we could do was watch him leave.

"Do you really think that's what happened?" James asked doubtfully

"He is Tony 'the sharks' son. It has to be true, besides why would he lie?" Laurent answered back.

We all nodded along, not really being able to come up with an excuse as to why Tyler would lie about something as serious and scandalous as this. I walked to my kitchen door to get us all a glass of OJ. I could hear my mum talking to someone on the phone.

"Well, I heard it was an accident"

There was a long silence.

"I heard that they found the razor in the toilet"

I couldn't stay to listen to yet another theory on how Angela had attempted it. Everyone had a theory and opinion as to why Angela tried to kill herself. The most popular being that it was to escape the strictness of Mr and Mrs Cullen.

"That girl didn't want to die. She just wanted out of that house" my mum laughed before I had managed to get out of the door.

I could only imagine the effect that this had on Bella. Each of us had our favourite Cullen sister. Emmett had taken a liking to Rosalie, Jasper to Alice, James to Victoria, Laurent to Angela and I to Bella. There was something about the way in which she conducted herself. She was the type of girl who read substantial books and listened to classical music, yet also had the wild child side to her. She was unlike any other girl that I knew

Walking around the front of my house we had watched the girls sitting on their front steps talking to each other and playing with each others hair. They all looked to calm and peaceful after what had happened. If only we knew of the troubled minds that they all seemed to share.

Another popular theory seemed to blame Jacob Black. He was an exchange student from the Native reservation. He was staying with relatives until his parents got settled in New York. He was the first boy in the neighbourhood to wear sunglasses and have long hair and within a week had fallen in love. He had seen Leah Clearwater playing tennis one evening and had claimed his undying love for all the neighbourhood kids to hear.

However when Leah had spurned him for Sam Uley, Jacob had denounced god and threatened to jump off his aunts second floor window. No harm came to him and a week later he was in love with Jessica Stanley.

The therapist that had dealt with Angela after the incident had suggested to Mr and Mrs Cullen that the girls needed to be with kids their own age, preferably boys. Mr Cullen picked Mike Newton who had helped him out one evening after school.

He was invited for dinner in return for his help and had spent the evening with the girls. He had went round for dinner and had later told us that all the girls had been covered up and had been made to say lords grace before they were allowed to eat dinner.

During dinner he said that he had been asked to be excused for the bathroom, before coming out he had been cornered by Bella and Rosalie in the hallway. They had flirted with him which made him uncomfortable. He had ran out of the door, but not before thanking Mrs Cullen for the meal.

Following the Doctors orders, 3 weeks after Angela returned home we were all invited to party that the girls were having. It would be a supervised party for the girls. This would be the first and only party they would have in the few short years of their lives. Balloons had been tied to the staircase and old retro music played from the basement. We had all carefully walked into this strange and mysterious house. The house that all of us had wanted to see for years.

It only lasted 20 minutes. Angela had sat in the corner looking bored and saddened by something. Laurent had tried to make conversation but his attempts were rebuffed. I had sat in the corner with Bella drinking punch and talking about our favourite musical pieces.

Her long brown hair had covered her beautiful deep brown eyes, eyes that I could have got lost in. She had been laughing and talking animatedly back, none of us had noticed Angela's departing from the party.

As we had all been talking there had been a sudden thump from outside and a slight shaking of the lights. Mrs Cullen had put both hands to her face and ran upstairs shouting on Angela.

On walking out the sight that had met us was one that is still etched in each of our memories. There Angela lay face up, eyes and mouth laying open. Right through her stomach was the spear of the fence. The once white paint had been stained a vibrant red and the liquid had dripped down onto the grass.

Mrs Cullen had grabbed the girls and forced them to look away. Her screams echoed into the street. And there holding Angela was Mr Cullen, his face pained. He kept trying to lift her off of the fence to no avail. He ordered Mrs Cullen to call the police.

As all the Cullen's ran back into their house, my friends and I had walked out and onto the road. Each of us speechless and terrified. If only we all knew of the heartbreak that awaited us in the next few months.

A.N Ok so what is the general opinion of this? Please review as much as I love getting all the readers favouriting the story and putting it on story alert. Nothing helps me more than a review. So like I said 5 reviews and you got another chapter.

The reason for this being in Edwards POV and not being like the music and remaining a secret was because I felt I could be a bit more personal.