A/N So this story came to me while I was listening to Life Is Beautiful by Sixx AM and then the rest sort of just flowed together.
Warnings: Very coarse language, Explicit scenes of the adult nature, drug abuse, suicide, self harm.
Disclaimer: No part of me owns twilight nor the lyrics or references to songs.
Playlist for this chapter:
Rosalie- Toxic Valentine by All Time Low
Alice- My Understandings by Of Mice & Men
Bella- Last Resort by Papa Roach
Emmett- Fashionably Late by Falling In Reverse
Jasper- Swing Life Away by Rise Against
Edward- Just To Get High by Nickelback
Chapter One-
Life is beautiful
Rosalie-
Sex and white lies. Sighing and rolling her shoulders she can't help but think about how they'll know eventually where the money is coming from. No one in town would hire her as everyone knows her fathers reputation and wants nothing to do with her family. They were struggling with her mother sick and she needed the money. So when some guy offered her 300 dollars to have sex with her, she took the opportunity. Nothing in this suburb of Seattle is a secret. It's been months and her father still hasn't found out and she was paranoid. Rolling into her driveway in her beat up Volkswagen, she gets out slowly stretching her sore muscles from the nights activities. Noticing the light on in the kitchen she stops, worried about going in. Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath before opening them and walking in to her house.
Her father stands in the doorway of the kitchen. Suddenly he's up and screaming, "YOU THINK I WOULDN'T FIND OUT YA LITTLE WHORE? FIND OUT YOU'RE USING YOU DIRTY ASS PUSSY TO GET MONEY?" He grabs her hair and slams her against the wall. "EVERY FUCKER IN THIS TOWN CAN GET A LITTLE OF YOUR PUSSY BUT NOT ME? WRONG" He grabs her skirt and pulls it up and shoves his hand on her. He roughly starts fingering her and she starts crying and trying to scream for help.
Alice-
It won't go away. The thoughts just keep coming. They left me here. How could they?
Alice's inner ramblings were broken by the nurse entering her room. "Miss Brandon, I have some good news for you." Alice snapped her head up to meet the nurses smiling face. "Yes, Ms. London?" She replied softly. "You're being released from The Center tomorrow. Isn't that wonderful?"
Except Alice didn't look happy. Instead she looked quite upset. "What? So my parents dump me here, die, and now I'm being released? To what? The fucking state?"
Bella-
Standing over her parents graves at their funeral, little Bella can't stop thinking of suicide.
Would it be wrong? Would it be right?
Still crying she turns and walks away to her car. Not thinking she drives to what her town calls the widow's bridge.
Suffocation. No breathing.
She took a deep breath and walked up on the side of the bridge. She crawled over the railing and leaned against it. Looking down she's still crying. Why has no one come looking for me? Does no one care anymore?
If I took my life tonight, chances are I might
Emmett-
Walking into the café, Emmett orders a coffee and sits in the corner and stares out at the streets. No one dares approach him based on his size and the few tattoos he has. Suddenly a girl daringly walks up to him, "Emmett you fucking ass!" He looks confusedly up at her and this seems to anger her more till he asks, "Uh am I suppose to know you?" That seems to be the wrong answer as she bursts into angry tears, "I'm Leslie. You remember that girl you had been dating?" At that moment a smirk appears on his face, "Oh you're that chick I was banging along with all her friends?" She cries more "Oh my-" She's cut off by the door being thrown open by police. They head straight for Emmett, who turns and takes of toward the back entrance, only to be tackled as soon as he makes it through the door. "Fuck" is all he mutters.
"Mr. McCarthy you're under arrest for runaway, resisting arrest, assault on a police officer, breaking and entering, and stealing."
Jasper-
Let's compare scars. I'll tell you who's is worst.
Jasper slid the blade into his skin once more over the rest of the marks marring his pale skin. This is different though. Jasper was on the street, in a different state, with no family left, and cutting down. Even if he was found they can't stitch that up. He'll bleed out in no time. At least that's the reasing he told himself as he did it over and over till he passed out.
Edward-
"Another line man?" a man asks the young Edward Masen. "Of course," he replies. He takes the tube before leaning over and snorting the line of coke on the table. No other way around it, Edward was high as a mother fucking kite. And this definitely wasn't the first time. Wouldn't be the last either.
Later that night Edward makes it back to his foster home. Opening the front door he finds them in the living room seemingly waiting for him. "Edward, we can't take it anymore. The drugs and partying. We're sorry but you have to go back to the state"
Carlisle & Esme-
"We've talked about it for months Esme. We certainly have enough money to do it. We can't have kids. Lets help the ones that need it. Lets open a group home for recovering teens."
"Okay. Let's do it Carlisle. I really think we can."