Introduction.

Disclaimer: I do not own McFly or any of the other charachters except for my fictional ones.

Author's Note: Dannys real sister does not excist in my story.

Alannah's POV.

So here I am, Alannah Leah Jones, sitting on a train that is going to London, going to see my brother and his mates. I bet you would think that I am thrilled, I mean I haven't seen him in almost 2 years and only talked to him on the phone once every two weeks, but I'm not, not at all actually. And now I'm sure you're wondering why, right? Well, it's not that I don't like my brother, cause I do, I love him to death. It's just the reason why I'm going that I hate. Okay, I'm going to start from the beginning.

I was raped. Yes, raped.

But I haven't told anybody.

Flashback.

I was walking home from a friend at about 2 A.M (AT NIGHT) I was thinking of all the jokes that Jason had been telling and laughed quietly to myself. I heard a group of drunk guys laughing and shouting things at me, such thing as ''Come on babe, show us your goodies'' , ''Slow down babe, we just want to talk'' and lots of laughing after each remark. I quickened my pace, thinking to myself that I was almost home and that I would make it before they reached me. But unfortunately that wasn't the case. I felt a warm, sweaty hand pulling my arm, causing me to stop. The hand pulled me to look at them, their disgusting smirks looking back at me, I was almost gagging at their alcohol filled breaths. I started struggle to get away from there, but from the grip the guy had on me, I knew that, that wasn't going to happen, but I tried so hard.

All of a sudden I felt a cold, hard object hitting the back of my head, I fell over and everything just went fuzzy, I could feel everything they did to me, but I couldn't do move or do anything, not even talk or scream. After a few hours, they got bored, I guess, and left me alone in the dark, cold alley and everything was quiet, not even a dog barking or a bird chirping, just complete silence. I was just lying there, feeling the numbness slowly leaving my body and I was able to move. I put on my clothes and slowly walked home.

When I came to my house, I quietly walked up the stairs and in to my room. I sat on my bed and started crying hard.

Flashback over.

After that I was depressed, but of course I acted all happy and I didn't tell anybody. And no I wasn't pregnant, luckily I was on the pill, and no, they didn't take my virginity, my ex- boyfriend, Jonathan, did a year back. Anyway, after that I started doing this list of ways to kill your self. I managed to keep that list a secret for about 5 months, then my mother found it and started questioned me about it, of course I didn't tell her the real reason, I told her that I was just going trough a phase and she believed me but she was still worried so she called up my brother, Daniel Alan David Jones, and asked him to "take care of me" while I was in this "phase", and of course he told her yes, he'd do anything for mom and/or me. So now here I am, Alannah Leah Jones, on the train that's headed to London.