I decided to write something non-funny-ish. I want to thank L.C. Candle and her incredible story, Welcome to Insanity room 191 for giving me sort of the idea to write this. Thanks for all your complaining! And I really have to thank my wonderful Beta, Raevyin. You rock! By the way, I have really tried to write stuff that is different from other stories. I haven't seen any of this person's story, so here it is!

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, it would be the worst book anyone has ever read, therefore, it wouldn't have been published, therefore, there would be no Twilight, therefore, there would be no Twilight section in fanfiction, therefore, I would not be writing this. Simple enough?

My eyes darted around the shed I was hiding in. A smack sounded right behind me, but when I whipped around to see what it was, all I saw was a round, white mouse. I sighed in relief, then looked down at my dress.

My beautiful dress, the only one I had of my dead mother's, was completely ruined: it was torn up and bloody at the knees where I had tripped. The blue fabric was splattered with mud, and the hem was covered in dirt and grass stains. I slid down the shed wall onto the floor, where I held onto my legs are rocked back and forth for a few minutes, until I heard my father shouting my name.

Ever since my mother passed away when I was five years old, my father had been drinking, a lot. And, whenever he was drunk, which was nearly all the time, he beat me. It was terrifying, every day, cowering against the wall, trying to escape if possible, while my father tried to beat me within an inch of my life. Ever since I was six years old-that's when the beatings started getting a lot worse, sometimes breaking a rib or two-I have not spent more than a night on my farm. Most of the time I hide in our nearest neighbors house, which it a mile away.

Tonight was one of the bad nights. My father had gone into a drunken rage, though I had been able to get out of the house. He had chased me, and I had run as fast as I could-which wasn't very fast because of my large, heavy dress, my heeled shoes, and the fact that women simply didn't run-to our neighbors house, and was now hiding in their shed. When they heard my father yelling, they would know I was here, and they would try to convince him I wasn't here.

I looked around. I knew that either I run now, or give up. I knew that if I ran out the front of the shed, I would be spotted. That's when I saw the whole in the back of the shed, just large enough for me. I kicked off my shoes, laid down flat on my belly, and crawled underneath the hole. I silently thanked my best friend, Edward, who was a year older than me, who knew I would need it. I quickly tore off the bottom of my dress, then started running, faster than I had ever ran before. I desperately wanted to get out of there, wanting to avoid my father's wrath at all costs.

My feet, which were extremely soft, as all lady's feet should be, were now bloody and throbbing. The gravel path I was running on cut into them, the occasional sharp rock cutting them. I saw a red painted leaf with burned edges on the path, which was Edward's signal for me to meet him in the meadow that was just outside his property. I changed directions and started to run towards the meadow.

When I finally got there, I was only able to stand for a second before my legs gave out beneath me and I fell to the ground. I laid there with my sides heaving, shaking violently. That had been both the farthest and the fastest I had ever run, and that had devastating things to my body. I laid there for what felt like hours, maybe days, but it must have only a few minutes, I felt a warm hand touch my arm, though I kept my eyes closed.

"Hello Edward." I smiled "Fancy meeting you here." Edward's strong hands grasped my arms and pulled me up to a sitting position. I opened my eyes and leaned against Edward. It was true I did love Edward, but it was nothing more than a brother sister love, and I knew he felt the same, but he was a constant comfort, a person I could always count on for support. We both knew that neither of us had feelings for each other besides friendship.

"Edward, I'm leaving, I can't take this anymore. My father is getting worse and worse, and I'm not going to keep putting up with it." I had closed my eyes tight while I said this, but opened them so I could see his reaction.

Edward's face was set in grim determination. Before he did, I knew exactly what he was going to say. "I'm coming with you."

My eyes widened. "No, you have a loving family and life here, and I'm not going to have you leave that behind so you can go with me to some unknown place." I said this, yes, but what my mind was screaming was "Please, please, please come with me, I don't want to leave all alone!"

Edward didn't look convinced though. Even though I had much experience as a liar, and I was really good at it, Edward always knew when I was lying; it was as if he could read my mind. "I'm coming with you."

"Edward! You can't come. You are not leaving your life behind for me!" I couldn't let him come with me, I just couldn't!

"Even if you say no, I will follow you around and there will be no getting rid of me." I knew, when he sounded like this-insistent and slightly annoyed-that there was no chance of talking him out of whatever he had set his mind to, so I just sat there and scowled up at him since I was still leaning against him: I didn't think I had to sit up by myself yet.

"I'm coming with you." His tone was one of finality. We sat there for a few minutes, wrapped up in our own thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Edward was gazing down at my, concern etched on his face. I only then realized that there were tears streaming down my face. I shook my head. No, I was not okay. Edward set me in his lap, rocking back in forth, comforting me in a brotherly fashion. Eventually, I ran out of tears and was able to sit up on my own. I stood up and stretched, then promptly plopped back down onto the ground again.

"Good God, you're a mess." Edward joked, "Wait right here for a second." I sat there obediently, waiting. He came back a second later with a large pack in his hands.

"Here." He first handed me a mirror and a brush, and waited patiently while I picked out all of the branches, then combed out all the tangles in my long, red hair. Dust fell to the ground from my hair. It took me five minutes to brush though my hair, then another three to put it in a proper bun. After putting it up, wisps of my wild hair fell out immediately.

Edward waited patiently throughout this, then silently handed me a beautiful dress that was only a shade light blue than the torn up one that I was wearing then. I thanked him with a nod of my head, then painfully limped out of the meadow into the trees. I went to a tree that I had discovered some time ago. From outside of it, it looked like it had the most leaves of any of the trees in the forest, but inside the leaves, there was nothing but a few thick, intertwined branches that made a slightly bumpy, small platform that could hold many people. It was impossible to see through the leaves, so it was the tree that I used when Edward brought one of his mom's dresses and I needed to change.

I climbed the tree with only my hands, my feet dangling below my, pulling me back down. Thankfully, it wasn't a long climb, and I was soon sitting on the platform. I pulled of my dress, than put the new dress on. I climbed down again, than limped back to the meadow. When I sat down, I noticed that Edward had some cloth to bandage my feet.

After my feet were wrapped up, we just sat there, resting. I finally broke the silence after half an hour. "It's time to go." I said softly. "Have you told your parents?" Edward's lips tightened into a hard line and his hands clenched into white fists, and I knew that he hadn't. I placed a hand on his shoulder, and he slowly relaxed. After a few minutes, he smiled in thanks.

I tried to stand up, but my feet would not support me and I fell back down. Edward stood up, then pulled me to my feet, and quickly, before I could collapse again, slung me over his back with my head resting on his shoulder. His bronze hair rustled in the wind and tickled my face, so I moved my head over a little bit, then tilted my head so that it was resting on Edward's.

Edward started walking and it seemed I was light enough that I didn't slow him down. The last thing I remember, I was crying and saying softly "I'm so sorry, Edward, I didn't want to take you away from your family. I am so, so sorry." And Edward had said "Shh, shh, it's okay Victoria."

Yippee! I finished the first chapter! You guys surprised? Please, no matter what you have to say, please review. The more you review, the faster you get the next chapter. I do love cliffies, at least when I'm writing them. What about you?