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Comin' last is where I am at,
So much time has passed,
And I'm stuck,
Trying to relive the past,
When I can't go back,
Will somebody just save me

-The Rocket Summer, She's My Baby

EPILOGUE.

The cold night air stung at my cheeks, turning them a harsh red against my pale skin. I sighed, I didn't know why we were even here. Mike, Tyler, and Ben were finishing off their "art work" on the back wall of an established bank. The new group of girls they found minutes earlier were hanging off of every word. I scoffed, and one of them turned back to glare at me. They were the typical teenagers from the High Schools I hated. They were exactly the reason I dropped out at sixteen. Their short skirts barely covered the bottom of their ass, and their tops scooped so low it left nothing to the imagination. I knew, by the boys faces, that they were already annoyed by their constant giggles and ditzy girl routine, but they were keeping them around just incase they could get into their pants.

I took another drag of my cigarette, and diliberately blew the smoke in their direction. The small blonde coughed, but tried desperately to cover it up with a giggle. She didn't want to appear like she wasn't used to this kind of thing.

I took out a couple of pills, and after taking one myself, passed them around to the boys. They offered a few to the girls, and only one brave one took it, her friend quickly through her a worried look, but she brushed it off. I quietly wished Angela would return with the alcohol, hoping for someone I could actually talk to.

I held the tiny pink pill in my hand, contemplating on whether or not to take it. I needed to escape the harsh reality that now stood infront of me, but I knew if I went home high again Renee would definitely kick me out.

I finally decided to wait for Ang, if she would take it, so would I.

The guys threw their emptied spray can bottles on the ground, and stepped back to admire their work.

"It sucks," I said bluntly, staring at the picture of a naked girl. They had mastered the tags of their names, and were now trying out actual art.

Both of the girls turned to look at me, shocked that I would speak to them like that, then Mike turned around and said, "Shut the fuck up, Bells."

I stood up from my spot between the car and the fence, and jumped on his back. He threw me off, and began play fighting with me. The brunette stared me down, obviously she had her eyes on him.

This only made me play fight longer with him, determined to piss off these girls in any way possible, until I finally saw Ang walking up from a distance, a bottle of vodka in her hand.

Ang could always get older guys to buy our alcohol, sometimes it took a bit more than flirting, but most the time they just did it because of how beautiful she was. We had been best friends since we were born. Our mothers were in the same room, in labour with us. Sam had long brown hair that flowed to the bottom of her back. Her long eyelashes showed off her bright blue eyes, and her cheek bones were set in just the right place. She had a face that would make any model jealous, and a body that made every boy want her. People were shocked when she started wearing metal band t-shirts, and ripped jeans with combat boots, and wearing makeup so dark her blue eyes disappeared behind the mask.

Ang finally reached us, and passed around the bottle of vodka.

"Who invited barbie sluts?" She whispered to me, loud enough so that they could all here. Her obvious intention.

Every one of the girls blushed a deep red, clearlyly wishing it was just them and the boys. I had seen girls like this often enough, trying to take a walk on the dark side. Finding bad boys who they could try to turn good, or just use them as bragging rights at school.

Mike was running his hand up and down a girls leg, but staring at me as he did it. I rolled my eyes. I knew he was doing it just to make me jealous, a week earlier he tried to make a move on me, telling me I was beautiful and almost using the dreaded "L" word. When I told him I only thought of him as a friend, he'd been determined to make me feel otherwise. He thought that flirting with the brown haired airhead was the way to do that, and all I could do was stiffle back a laugh.

Sure, Mike was cute. All the boys were, thats why they were so popular with these high school bimbos. After three years of hanging out with them, though, I couldn't look at them as more than my brothers.

Sam and I had once been the high school girls that clung to their every word, but they found something different in us. We weren't looking for a reason to brag, we were looking for a chance to escape. It was the year my parents got a divorce. Charlie had cheated on Renee with his fake breasted seceratary, and I was broken, to think that my perfect family had become just another statistic. Ang's jock boyfriend, Eric, had slipped something into her drink after finding out that she wasn't interested in sex, and raped her.

Then Mike, Tyler, and Ben showed up. They were sitting in the food court of the mall, carving profanities into the table, when we walked past them. They began flirting with us, as many people did, but there was something about them that made us do a double take. They all wore black clothes, and leather jackets that suited them perfectly. When we went back to their small apartment, they lit up a joint. It was something different, something new, and something that would take our minds off our fucked up lives, even if only for a few hours.

We continued to do so for weeks after, and it soon became our routine.

I glanced up, shaking my thoughts from my head, to find Angie in a corner, Ben grabbing her ass as they made out, and Mike and Tyler in similar positions with the girls of the night.

"I'm over this," I said loudly, announcing my exit.

They all gave me a quick over-the-shoulder wave, and went back to swapping spit.

I popped the pill in my mouth, hoping to make the walk home the most memorable part of my night, or at least being able to forget this part.

A/N

i know it's kinda graphic, and it will stay that way for a few chapters. but please, stick with it :)
i have the first few chapters written, and edward appears in the next one.
i know bella is completely out of character, but she will go back to the smart one we know and love.
enjoy my lovelies :)
ou! and, i know i hate when people do this, but i will only add the next chapter up after at least 5 reviews.

love always,

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