Authors Note: I was bored, I started writing, this was the result.

Prologue

I can be tough

I can be strong

But with you

It's not like that at all

- Avril Lavigne

She loved to paint.

She painted when she was happy and when she were scared, she painted when her heart was breaking and when she was smiling so much her face was beginning to hurt, she painted when she looking for an escape from real life and when she just wanted some time to think. All her emotions and memories are recorded on canvas, her whole life painted out, showing the real her.

She hid behind a mask which throughout the years had become layered, doing a good job of hiding her away from the world. She thought that mask would never crack, would never break - she was wrong. He saw through the mask, broke down all the defences, never listened to any of the lies. Slowly he broke through the mask, peeling away at the paint until all her flaws and problems were exposed and he consoled her, listened to her as she sobbed on his shoulder and loved her.

Now whenever he's around the mask falls down, things she had hidden from people all her life sprout from her lips as naturally as if she is talking about the weather or who's turn it is to wash the dishes.

And only when its too late does she realise that she's in love with him and has been for a while. And once she's realised that it haunts her. Her mind is occupied with shame and guilt, and she feels as though she carries a sense of sickness with her, she worries that people might see what she really is. So she throws herself into her painting, anger playing a main part in the paintings often found in the trash.

Her family knows something is wrong, but she pushes them all away, even him, because even though she knows she's hurting him she's hoping things will go back to how they were before.

She wonders if you can hate somebody and love them at the same time. Because that's how she feels about him. He unravelled her lie of a life and set off a chain reaction of things going wrong, one thing after another, and just when thought things had finally calmed down something else happened, her life got even more complicated, and it was all his fault. Yet she still loved him, every time he was near she wanted to throw her arms around him and never let go, wanted to press her lips to his and stay there for eternity.

Her name was Alex Russo, she loved to paint and was in love with someone she shouldn't. Everybody thought she was strong but that was just a mask, underneath all the lies lay a lonely girl who just wanted a shoulder to cry on. When things got hard she did drugs and got drunk a lot, she manipulated boys until she got what she wanted: sex. People shunned her but she didn't care, she just wanted to find something to take away the pain. This is her life.

Authors Note: Don't be too harsh, this is my first fic.