I am Ma. Alice Brandon. I am petite and beautiful and I have these little thingy I love to my personal sunshine that I call best friends.

I have a passion for fashion that I got from my wonderful mom. She used to buy me every single wonderful clothing available, we use to spent soooo much time on malls, or fly across the country to buy me a cute little dress or a hair band or a pouch. That was how much she loves me.

And that was why she died. I was thirteen and we were about to buy me a new pair of shoes then, but, some idiot bumped our car.

I can't remember much.

But I felt.

So much.

'Till now.

I felt that our car was spinning like crazy, I felt it when I fell on the car's floor and I felt that my mom fetch me, and I felt it, how much my mom hold me for dear life, to save me from any injuries, from pain, pain.

Then I felt how the arms that are protecting me loosened and then felt blood, and I wondered, why there is blood when there's no pain. That's when it sank in.

That was also why learned to put make up.

Because days after the cursed day, days before my high school officially started, Dad hit me, hard.

It was crazy, I don't know why. I know he's hurt. I know it was too early to forget about things. But why did he spank me when I tried to stop him from drinking any more.

He yelled at me, cursed me, blame me, but that was okay with me because I also feel responsible for what happened, we were supposed to buy 'my' shoes. But what broke my already broken heart to pieces was when he said how he wish I was the one who died, or that I'd died too, or that I was never been born at all.

That was when I broke down. Tears rushed down my cheeks making their way to be that first to fall, to show to anybody that could see that someone is hurt, that I am hurt, but right where they fell, I left a hard spanking hand fell too…

The spanking hand left a disgusting violet mark on my face but then when it was finally biding its goodbye another one came, then another, then another, until it became a routine. And because it would be a significant sign that the little princess is now a punching bag, I tried to erase them with make up and get fascinated by them, by how it can be fake and erase all the physical sign of pain because nobody would want people to see what make them feel pain, especially me. Because I learned that if you show them your fucking weakness they will do all the damn things just to fucking get in there and then you'll hurt even more, more like a spank..?

Pain and weaknesses are shared only to people who feel the same as you, because they are the only ones who can and who will understand, even not always, but still they get to understand. That is why I need to call one of my little sunshine right now.

I can't call Bella 'coz I know she's with her boyfriend Edward, also one of my little sunshines, neither is Rosalie because I am so sure she is taking all the time left that she can get with her crush little sunshine Emmet, they are sure to be practicing right now because they will be our lead singers tomorrow. Yeah, Emmet sings.

So, I will call my knight in shining armor or shall I say my knight in shabby black converse. Though he's a straight guy I know he'll listen, he always does, hell, he's even a better listener than Bella and Rose

"Pixie!!" he answered the phone in one ring. See what I mean.

"Hey" I answered in all happy or at least fine words that I can muster.

"What the hell. What did he do to you?" of course he knew it

"Am... I-I can't talk right now." I have to hold my horses now, I myself can hear how bad I sound.

"Fuck. 10 minutes. I'll fetch you." And that is all I need.

I need to have someone to show me that I'm at least important, that someone still care for me, and that someone is also capable to love me except for the wonderful person I lost before I even started what we're about to end tomorrow.

Dad won't do those simple things to me because just two years after mom's death, he fucking found someone to share the rest of his life and this someone brought a bitch with her and it just so fucking not fair to hell that he'll be going to live with her tomorrow to spend the not so little freak's birth day in Alaska where she originally came from. Why tomorrow? Hell, her birth day is not until next week. Why rush to leave tomorrow, on the exact day of my graduation?

And, why did he choose to go with them?

"Wow your fast, it's only nine minutes." I said trying to lighten the mood I know he's upset for me.

"Yeah. My watch is actually 55 seconds advance. Get in."

The cloud is clear and the moon is full with all of his stars scattered in the sky. We just stopped in a corner by the river and I'm now lying in the hood of his car.

JPOV

We've been lying for about 30 minutes in my car's hood and she's still not telling me anything. It's killing me, her not talking; I didn't know what was wrong if there's something I can do. Was it his father or that bitches mother and daughter tag team? It almost pissed me off when she put the earphones in her ears, that meant she's not going to talk, then she started hamming, then sang, then she broke my heart when tears started falling down from her still closed eyes. I just can't imagine what were the things running through her head was it the scene when her father was beating on her or when her mother died, then I heard what she was singing…

There were places we would go at midnight
There were secrets that nobody else would know
There's a reason but I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why
I thought they all belonged to me

Who's that girl?
Where's she from?
No she can't be the one
That you want
That has stolen my world
It's not real, it's not right
It's my day, it's my night
By the way
Who's that girl living my life?
Oh no, living my life *it's her step sister, her dad seems to love that girl more.

Seems like everything's the same around me
When I look again and everything has changed
I'm not dreaming so I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why
She's everywhere I wanna be * she just want to be her father's daughter, why can't she be it?

Who's that girl?
Where's she from?
No she can't be the one
That you want
That has stolen my world
It's not real, it's not right
It's my day, it's my night
By the way
Who's that girl living my life?

I'm the one who made you laugh
Who made you feel
And made you sad
I'm not sorry
For what we did
For who we were
I'm not sorry
I'm not her * because her beloved father didn't like her friends

Who's that girl?
Where's she from?
No she can't be the one
That you want
That has stolen my world
It's not real, it's not right
It's my day, it's my night
By the way
Who's that girl living my life?
Oh no, living my life

Why can't she have the life she want? Why can't she be someone's daughter? Damn, she doesn't even have a mother.