Hello my pretties! This is my first FanFiction and what not but I am no stranger to the website. I love this site! Anyways, I love Seth so I thought this would be a cool story! Review and what not, I will love yall no matter what but...I take that back, Review or no love for you! MWAHAHAHA! I'll leave you to the story...WARNING! VERY EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE...RATED M FOR A REASON ...Enjoy at your own risk! Disclamer: I own nothing...I'm too broke ;)

Chapter 1

"WAKE UP, YOU DIRTY PIECE OF SHIT!"

I shot out of bed as fast as I could, which, at 5 in the morning, was not all that fast, really. I soon realized getting up that fast was not a good idea. As I was slapped in the face with an immense sense of vertigo, I swayed a bit on my feet, angering the man even further.

"You can't even stand up right! What's wrong with you?" He slurred. Taking a large swig from the bottle in his left hand, his beady eyes raking my body from head to toe. He then, grabbed a handful of my fiery, read hair, dragging me across my room and into the filthy hallway. "Clean up this shit and meet me downstairs in an hour." He snarled, malice hanging on to every word.

I kept my eyes glued to the ground. "Yes sir." I replied, speaking as softly as possible. I waited until his grimy, monstrous hand released my hair and the sound of his footsteps disappeared downstairs before scrambling into the broom closet to collect supplies.

This whole episode was nothing new to me. My dad is always drunk nowadays…has been ever since Mom died 9 and a half years ago. I remembered that day as if it were just yesterday, the day my life took a nasty turn for the worse.

Flashback

"The wheels on the bus go round and round! Round and round! Round and round! The wheels on the bus go round and round, all through the town!" I belt out, looking out the window, towards the pointed top of the Stratosphere.

"MOM, DAD, pleeeeease tell her to be quiet! She's driving me NUTS!" My big brother, Alec, complained to my parents. He had midnight black hair and crystal blue eyes. Never wearing anything but faded black sweaters and dark jeans. Although everyone at school thought he was emo and depressed, he was always smiling and joking around his friends and family.

"Oh, hush, Alexander, she's just enjoying the moment. Let her be." Mommy scolded him. She and Daddy's hands were intertwined on the center console, their wedding bands sparkling in the diminishing sunset. Daddy's dark hair, much like Alec's, was in a beautiful stark contrast with the vibrant oranges of the impending dusk. Unlike Daddy's, Mommy's hair almost matched the deep colors of the setting sun. Everyone said I got my hair from her, but I always thought she was way prettier than me.

I had deep scarlet hair, green eyes, and a boat load of freckles. Everyone at school called me "Leprechaun" because I was so short and my favorite color was green. Add on the red hair and a Leprechaun would be the first thing most 1st graders would think. I didn't mind, but sometimes it got annoying.

I stuck my tongue out at my brother who just glared at me mockingly then, stuck his tongue out for good measure. After a few seconds, we burst into a round of uncontrollable laughter, clutching our stomachs and nearly falling over in our seats. Mom and Dad joined a few minutes later and we were all a big bunch of cackling hyenas.

"Daddy, look out!" I screeched

I watched in slow motion as a midnight blue Chevy came barreling through the intersection at top speed and straight into the left side of our white minivan. Mommy screamed as our car started tilting to one side, overturning and rolling down a grass embankment. I turned to look at Alec, crying out in pure shock and horror. The car had come to a stop, upside-down in the field, causing all of us to hover in midair, belted in by the seatbelts.

Alec was so pale, the left side of his face had a trail of blood trailing from his hairline to his chin, his hair matted with blood. His arm was twisted in an angle that should not be possible. Daddy was no better; his chest had a deep cut across the front, a deep crimson stain down his entire white dress shirt. His left leg was drenched as well, the source of the blood unknown to me at the time. Momma's seatbelt had come undone at some point so she was lying on the roof of the car. There was glass everywhere, sticking in her hair, arms, and all over her chest. My head hurt as well as my side. I, too, had glass in my hair and all over my new purple dress. I realized I couldn't move my arm, and that thought alone terrified me.

"Lizzy, look at me, Darling." I heard my Momma say. I turned my head to see her looking at me with pleading eyes. "Don't cry, Baby. You're going to be okay. You're going to grow up and go to school. You'll get married and have babies. You're going to be happy. I love you, Honey. Please, don't give up. Take care of your Daddy for me. We love you so much. Ilove you so much." She looked at me with so much love in her eyes, smiled, let one tear escape her eye, and close her eyes. I noticed her chest stop moving and started screaming and crying at the top of my lungs.

"Oh my God, someone call the police! Are you okay sweetie? The ambulance should be on their way any minute now, you're gonna be okay!" I heard a gruff, female voice say softly. My car door opened and I felt a pair of warm arms pull me out of the car before I fell into the darkness.

End Flashback

My Brother had died instantaneously. He hit his head pretty hard on impact; the doctors said there was nothing they could have done to save him. My father was lucky, the doctors said. There was a cut on his left thigh 1 inch away from the artery, which, if lacerated, would have killed him. The cut on his chest was just from the glass and was no more than an inch deep. The doctor said he really had it good. My mother, on the other hand, was a completely other story. The glass had severed an artery really close to her heart and one shard even got into her blood stream and got lodged in her heart. A very excruciating death, the doctors had told her dad. The worst of my injuries was my broken arm. I had a nasty bruise on my head and a shard of glass in my side, but that was it.

I felt the tears in my eyes and quickly brushed them away and got back to work, trying to distract myself before I started sobbing. He always hated it when I cried. He said it made me weak. I got started on the hallway, scrubbing the alcohol and dirt out of the carpet and drywall. Once I finished with the hallway, I moved on to the bathroom, my room, the "guest room" (it used to be my brother's), and then finally tackling the master bedroom. When I was done, I checked the time to see I had 5 minutes left.

I made my way to my bedroom to get cleaned up and head downstairs. I brushed my hair and teeth then headed to my very small wardrobe. I picked out a very simple pair of blue jeans, converse, and my favorite Soul Eater tee shirt with a picture of Death the Kid, Patty and Liz. I quickly put it on and walked out of my room with 2 minutes to spare. I then walked towards the stairs, mentally preparing myself for what was to come.

It always went the same way. Wake up, clean, get dressed, be lectured on whatever's the topic of the day, pray for a miracle, and be highly disappointed when he starts to beat me anyway. Every day, it's all the same. I wish I could escape, but there really is no way in hell that's happening anytime soon. I can deal with this for now. I've dealt with it for the last 9 years; I can deal with it a little while longer. Which is why, when I finally get to the living room, I don't even flinch when the yelling and hitting start. I just put on my good ole mask of indifference and suffer in silence.

He grabbed a hold of my hair, again and growled into my ear, "Get up and pull yourself together for school. I don't have time for your shit today. Be here in 10 minutes sharp." Releasing my hair, he stumbled back into his office and slammed the door, taking his bottle with him.

I made my way upstairs, wincing every time I put weight on my ankle. Bastard must have sprained it or something. He always made sure he hit me somewhere I could hide it as to not grow suspicion. Still hurt like a bitch though. I walked into my room and straightened out my clothing, brushed my hair again, and walked over to my bed. I knelt down in front of it, crossed my arms, closed my eyes, and bowed my head. Dear God, where do I even start…could you please help me get out of this place? I don't think I've ever done anything to deserve this. Could you at least tell me why this is happening to me? …I bet things don't work that way, though, do they? …could you send me a sign? Anything to help me out here. Death, an angel, a unicorn, SOMETHING. Please? It'd be great if you did. I got to get to school. Please help me. Amen.

With that, I left my room with my backpack and walked downstairs, ready to start my first day at La Push High School as a sophomore. This should be fun…

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