[[Here's the deal, I've had this story under my belt for over a year now and just came to find out the with multiple alterations I could make it into a Twific. I have Edward POV and Bella POV, I'm going to post EPOV first then chapter two will be Bella POV. Depending on which way reviews lean towards, EPOV or BPOV, that'll be the main character and I'll post a separate story for the other POV.

Cannon pairings- Ed/B, A/J, Em/R, Es/C. PLUS, because this was originally my own separate story there will be Out of Character moments. Bella and Emmet are siblings, plus Emmet has a twin sister-sorry if that upsets. Alice and Edward are brother and sister. Jasper and Rose may be related, I haven't decided yet.

So, there is abuse throughout this story and eventually rape will be mentioned. If I can make a decent lemon, I will, but I'll need to know if you guys want it. All questions will be answered as the story progresses!]]

EPOV

Finally. I'm going to be freed of this torturous hellhole for the crazy. I never belonged in here, not even for a second. I know that's what everyone says when they're in one of these places, but for me, it's true. Everyone snaps when they are pushed past their breaking point, and there just happen to be a number of people who prodded me until I reacted. I just couldn't take it anymore; those fucking idiots didn't know what the hell they were talking about. One full year I've been in here. One full fucking year. But, today is my day, and I'm getting released.

Zipping shut my suitcase, which contained mostly books (those actually took me a while to get 'permission' to have, they thought I'd start beating people,) and a few articles of clothing, I couldn't help but feel pathetic. One full year of my life fit perfectly in this suitcase, and it wasn't even a big suitcase, and it still had room to fit my toiletries in it. How fucking pathetic.

I walked into the bathroom to make sure I didn't leave anything behind. Nope. As I turned to leave, I looked at the black square hanging on the wall. I covered my mirror with a garbage bag after two weeks in this place. I haven't seen my reflection in 50 weeks. I couldn't take it; whenever I looked in the mirror I saw them. I'm the perfect combination of them put together, and all I could think about was those fucking rumors that landed me here in the first place. Fucking-a.

Figuring what the hell, Alice is going to want to fix me up anyways, I tore the plastic away from the mirror and just stared at what was looking back at me. A shell. What has this place done? My hair was going every which direction, which was not out of the ordinary, but it was too long for comfort. My skin looked paler than it did a year ago, which was weird considering I'm trapped in Florida. But with my jet-black hair and the lack of sun exposure combination I looked like the walking-dead. Or the walking-dead's ghost. My eyes looked exactly the same, identical to Alice's. And our parents'.

At that thought of our late parents, I watched as the shell of whom I am in the mirror, the face twisting to contort pain. Or it seemed like it was trying to make a sorrowful and hurt expression, but it was just there. A shell. I had been void of showing emotions ever since I was sentenced here; the only thing that made me truly happy was the fact that I would soon see Alice. God, I love that girl so much, I've been such a dick brother, wallowing in my own pain, ignoring my little sister's pain. Maybe I deserved this year of torture, she deserves better than what this place morphed me into. With a sigh of defeat I walked out of the evil that was the bathroom, and plopped myself on the white bed.

Christ, if there were any color that I could do with out, it would be white. Fucking damn, how much white does one building need? If they're trying to scare the crazy away, they're doing the opposite. Morons. Everything in my room, white. In this perfect square room. There's not one color to differ, except for my belongings, in here, everything is white. Some sick idiot gets pleasure out of torturing people like this.

Just as the string of profanities were about to fill my mind, damning whoever designed this shit place, my door opened up to reveal Tom. Tom is a bulky male-nurse. He's easily 6'4" and is responsible for escorting all residents off the premises. I don't like Tom much, he's just got a quality that makes me want to suffocate him with the garbage bag currently lying my bathroom.

I felt a smile tug at my lips in response to the thought, but mentally berated myself, those thoughts are what got me here in the first place, and they became too enticing I simply had to act on them. "CULLEN! Did you fucking hear me? Grab your shit and move it."

"I'm sorry Thomas, I should've realized that it was your time of the month, I forgot all the nurses were on the same cycle. Deepest sympathies." Oh yeah, not only do I dislike Tom, but he reciprocates the feelings.

"Funny Cullen, get moving. Don't do anything stupid, it's been a long year and I've been waiting for this day to come." Out of all the things I could've responded to Tom, I just let it go. I was too eager to see my family, or what was left of it.

Tom escorted me through the maze of white hallways, passing more and more people and staff, until we finally reached the lobby. The lobby, was of course, covered in floral decor, much color everywhere. I think they just did that to really piss us off once we get released. Sick bastards. There were couches and chairs being filled with people waiting to visit loved ones, and on the other side there was a Zen themed fountain and cushions, my guess; to soften the blow of seeing your crazy family.

I saw my family before they saw me. Alice and Aunt Esme were sitting on the ledge of the fountain, talking animatedly about something. Esme had dirty blonde hair down to her back, hazel eyes, and a tan that most women would kill to have. She wasn't orange and she wasn't pale, she was just gorgeous. Married my uncle while I was in here. I got special permission to be there.

Next to her was my little Alice. Alice's hair is just as jet-black as mine, but she seems to know how to control it, because hers likes to go everywhere as well. Last time I saw her he hair was straightened and went down to the small of her back, but now it's been chopped off and spikes in the back, but with straight side bangs of the sides of her face. Her eyes were just as green as I remembered them, just like mine. Except she didn't have purple circles under her eyes like me, she probably doesn't suffer from insomnia...

Before I could go run and surprise her with a hug, Uncle Carlisle came over and gave me a hug. Carlisle is only eight years older than me, and was my father's brother. Personally, I think they look nothing alike. My father was brown haired, Carlisle is blonde. Father was thin and lanky; Carlisle is on the police force. This list could go on and on.

"Hey kid!" Carlisle yelled, embracing me harder. Carlisle has been in custody of Alice and me for two years now. Half that time I've been here, and the other half he spent dealing with all the lawsuits that landed me here. I'm such a fucking prick. Any who, he loves to call me 'kid' because he knows how much I hate it, and the fact that we could be brothers. So I call him 'Carl', which he really hates as much as I hate 'kid.'

"Hey Uncle Carl!" I replied as enthusiastically as he was being, as he released me from his death trap hug.

"Kid, kid, kid, how'ya been?"

"Well, less crazy knowing that I get out of here today." A full and true smile spread on my face, it was unavoidable.

[[Yay? Nay? Boring? Lemme know! R&R or I won't know if I should post the BPOV for you guys to pick one.

AFTER I POST BPOV, LET ME KNOW if you preferred the EPOV or the BPOV! I need to know or no more chapters.]]

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P.S. If there is a stray name somewhere in there, my apologies. I had to change names and details to fit Twilight- let me know and I will change it to make sense!

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