Hey guys, I know it has been literally FOREVER since I last updated but school = craziness as many of you know... So I am working on the next chappie for Leah's Happy Ending and will have an extra update on there to make up for the lack of updates. Also, I have once again found inspiration to continue on A Dream Come True, which you may or may not have read yet... I would recommend you not to read it yet as I reread it and realized how horrible it is so I will redo the whole thing and continue on from there...

But now, back to this story... I recently had a random obsession with Green Day and couldn't help but think of this fanfic about Wake Me Up When September Ends so I highly recommend you listen to it as you read since yes, it is a songfic.

SO without further ado (or something like that), I present to you my random yet inspirational (to me) songfic/drabble!

Wake Me Up When September Ends

Edward POV-

Driving in my awesome sleek, shiny, new Volvo, I decided to listen to the crazy songs kids listen to these days. Sadly, the kids part includes my siblings. (Cue Eddy boy sigh and epic rolling of the eyes)

(Hello, I am your messenger for today and I suggest that you listen to the song starting now, just as Edward switches on the radio.)

The music started with a sole voice that sounded depressed. (cue dark snicker) I would know, so I am sure nothing in this artists life has been that bad. The beats and words filled my car, enveloping me, blowing me away...

Flashback-

"Dad?" I asked as I saw the world to be bright and vivid.

This world was missing my supportive father, who was quite often my sole parent. My mother loved me, but not in the right ways at all times. She usually came back, drunk from her stupid parties where she meets all her rich and spoiled friends whose main goal is to spread corruption. Of course, she was always careful to go when Father was on trips to go buy supplies for our family's store. I should have known how she would be, though, considering that by the age of 14, I was the most-wanted-hot-guy all over town.

After a while, I couldn't bear it anymore. All those times, she would come home and abuse me unnameable ways... So I ended up telling my dad everything and we both agreed that we need to run away. He was there for moral support and helped me work my way through this torture. That was our plan, that is, before the influenza hit us in the September of 1918.

My dad was gone, the first time around, just like that. His stable support, his love, his father-like qualities, all just gone. Afterwards, I saw an expression and comfort from my mother, one that I had gotten to see only once from her, a mother's love. She tried to comfort me, make me feel better, but nothing worked. She apologized to me for all those horrible memories, but I had lost the little motivation I had left to live.

I simply closed my eyes and hoped that death would come quickly, and hopefully I would see my father again. To once again be surrounded by his warm, comforting embrace. But of course, my death wish never came true. Instead my mother worked her best to keep me alive until in the end, she passed too. Don't get me wrong, I love Esme and Carlisle as my adopted parents since they gave me everything I never had a chance at, a good life, kind and lovable parents where both of them supported and cared for me. But don't blame me for being so strange and preoccupied all time, and don't accuse me for my feelings when my heart sank as I heard Carlisle, the strange doctor who was taking care of me laugh nervously and say, "Well, I was hoping you would call me that!"

And that was my little drabble on why I think Edward may not be a freak, even though he is not my most favorite character.