Okay so I know I said I would fix the ending of Let Downs and Betrayal but I had a really good idea for another story so here it is. It's an AU fic, and other than Bella I'm going to try and keep everyone in character. It's depressing and deals with drugs, sex and cutting so if you don't like that I'm sorry! It's very angsty too! So umm.. read and review please!

P.S- Edward will be in character, I'll be explaining why he acted the way he did to Bella in a later chapter.

Chapter 1

I walked down the stairs into the living room, I was just coming down from my previous high and needed some food. As I walked through the living room I avoided the stares I always got from the 8- 10 guys that were always there. I only made contact with one guy, Edward. I loved him, I truly did. He swore he loved me back and that's why I gave it to him, the only thing I had left. He left me more shattered and broken than ever before.

His sweet topaz eyes met my dull brown ones and I immediately got butterflies. I attempted to smile but his eyes only lingered on mine for less than half a second. I walked a little faster.

Usually my day consisted of lying in my room, getting high off of anything I could get my hands. I occasionally left my room for food and water, but now a-days I only want my drugs and the dulling box cutter I keep in arms reach. No one ever spoke a single word to me, I had grown so accustomed to it that it hardly bothered me anymore. Of course I wished every second of my miserable life that I could have friends and that my brother would finally talk to me, but as the days turned to months, my hopes of that ever happening again slowly diminished.

Oddly enough today something changed. I heard laughter and then someone call my name. I was thinking of stopping but I decided that it must have been my imagination, or maybe the drugs, so I continued to walk away from the group of guys.

"Hey Bella," it was my brother that called to me, "How are those drugs tasting?"

I turned around and stared, he sat back and smirked.

"W-what are you t-talking about?" I asked quietly, staring at the ground.

"Oh come on Bells, you know what I'm talking about. You think we don't notice?"

"I-it's not like any of you care."

"No, we don't. But unfortunately I do care about you fucking all my friends you nasty whore."

I said nothing. I was fourteen, I wasn't a whore, I had only slept with two of his friends. I looked from Edward to Ray, they were both staring at the floor.

"I-it's nothing, Deryk. It only happened once I promise not to do it again." I was shaking, not out of fury but out of shame.

"Oh sure, you know what I think?" Deryk began, "I think that once a whore always a whore. Once a druggy always a druggy. And once a murderer always a murderer."

The room instantly grew tense. Although Deryk had never brought it up before, I knew he always blamed me for our parents deaths.

My mom and dad were the happiest couple before I came around. They had everything they ever wanted, a cute little house in the country side and a son, Deryk. When Deryk was 4 our parents found out that they were pregnant with me. They never wanted another child but since my mom was against abortion she decided to keep me. My mom warmed up to the thought f having me but my father never did. They divorced soon after I was born and my mom, Renee, moved to Arizona.

I ended up being a huge problem and she started drinking. I was diagnosed with ADHD and my mom just couldn't handle me alone. By the time I turned 6 my mom had been through more relationships than I could count, more than half of them had been abusive to her and me. When her last boyfriend left her she committed suicide and I was shipped off to live with the father that never wanted me, Charlie.

He was angry but he took me in. I hated living in Forks, Washington but I had to deal. Charlie put me on medication as soon as I moved in. Deryk never talked to me and my father hardly did.

A few years passed and my only friend turned out to be Edward Cullen. He was the only one who would talk to me even though my brother highly despised it. Two months before my birthday my dad died in a car accident. He had left the house to go cool off from one of the arguments we had, he never came back. Deryk hated me more than ever before.

We were left with over 5 million dollars to share and an empty house which our grandparents decided to let us live in alone. Deryk's friends started moving in shortly after the death of Charlie.

I had always been a cutter but I had never used drugs until Renee died and when Charlie died I just hit rock bottom

"I-I didn't- it wasn't my fault Deryk!" I yelled stepping forward to get closer to him, he stepped back.

"Don't touch me you fucking whore, you murderer!"

"I didn't murder them, I didn't!" I was starting to get frantic. Not only was he blaming me for the death of his parents but I was starting to crave drugs again, I felt sick.

"You did too!" He screamed, grabbing onto my shoulders and shaking me, he was oblivious with hatred, you could see it in his eyes. "You killed him! Just like you did with your our mom! You're worthless, you fucking druggy, you whore! You're lucky I let you stay here!" He pushed me away and I fell onto the glass table and it shattered underneath my weight. I felt the glass shards pierce my skin and felt warm liquid start to flow down my arms and back.

"Deryk please!" I stood up and walked towards him, ignoring the incredulous looks from the guys sitting around watching. "I didn't do it!"

"Get the fuck away from me! You're a murderer, you're nothing. You will NEVER be anything, you will ALWAYS be a good-for-nothing druggy whore!"

I felt sick to my stomach, I turned around and stared at the guys who all looked like they wanted to run from the room. Instead I ran. I ran up the stairs to my room, slamming my door shut. I grabbed anything and everything I could get my hands on against the wall. Glass trinkets, jewelry, books, DVD's, video games, and everything else shattered against the wall. I stood back shaking, tears blurring my vision. I grabbed my tin lunch box that held my most prized positions and popped it open. I wasn't sure what to use first, my dull box cutter or my favorite choice of drug, acid.

I heard a knock on my door and quickly shoved the acid pill in my mouth, closed the tin lunch box and went for the door. Ignoring the person who had knocked on my door I bolted down the stairs and out the front door. I paused for a split second, looking out at the dark stormy night before taking a step towards the gate.

"Bella wait!" It was Edward.

I continued to ignore him and sped up a little. He grabbed my cut up wrist and I winced.

"What do you want Edward! Let me go!" I screamed.

"Let you go where!"

"Anywhere but here." I whispered and I turned around and ran into the stormy night. Not knowing where I was going or what I was going to do.