A/N: I own nothing :) My muse has been nagging me for a couple weeks to write this, so I'm hoping that once I get this started, she'll want to keep working on my two other stories! *crosses fingers*.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this! It's...different, but I think it has the potential to turn into something fantastic. Please rate and review!!

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Serena Deverill stared out the passenger window of her mother's ruby red Volkswagen beetle. They sat in silence, neither one of them willing to break the heavy tension between them. Mrs. Deverill held the steering wheel in a vice-like grip to keep her focused on the road ahead and occasionally on the GPS navigating the two. Serena tried her best to be as invisible as possible to her mother. The brunette knew that she had screwed up. Badly.

"Why didn't you tell us there was something wrong?" Mrs. Deverill sobbed into her husband's shoulder as they stood in front of their 18 year old daughter in the Emergency Room. Serena Deverill shrugged, her soft brown hair falling in front of her face. There was a nurse watching them, and Serena knew it was because the hospital's policy to watch suicidal patients. She nearly snorted at the thought, but returned to her parents' tear-stained faces.

"It wasn't you guys," Serena started, her own tears forming in her eyes. "I didn't want to ask for help...to disappoint you by not being able to do this myself!" Anger burned through her as she recalled the painful months spent dorming at a premier performing arts university in New York City. She had much trouble making friends with her fellow students and became severely depressed.

"I just wanted to disappear," she murmured, her tears spilling down her cheeks. The nurses interrupted them then, to take Serena up to the Mental Ward. Her parents were ushered out, given the appropriate contact information, and then Serena was led up stairs.

"Serena!" Mrs. Deverill hissed at her daughter, snapping her out of her daydream. "We're here." Her voice was chilly and Serena had to stifle the shiver that made its way down her back. She exited the car and followed her mother into the medical building. The receptionist handed Serena forms to fill out, and then told them both to take a seat.

Minutes passed and Serena willed the door to open and for her doctor to come and rescue her from her mother. Things at home had been very tense of late. Finally, the maple door opened to reveal a tall, slim brunette that couldn't have been much older than twenty-five. "Ms. Deverill?" a soft, gentle voice asked. Serena stood and gave her mother a quick wave before following this woman through the door, down the hallway, and into another room. Her office was rather small, with a desk in one corner and a small table with two chairs on either side in the other. A bookshelf was on one wall, and various degrees hung around the room as decoration.

"Have a seat, Ms. Deverill," the woman said, gesturing to the chair opposite the door. Serena shrugged and plopped herself down. "My name is Lunaria Morgan, but you can call me Luna." She smiled.

"Serena," replied the patient, barely reacting to the odd name.

"Well, Serena, do you know why you're here?" Luna asked.

Serena met Luna's gaze easily. "I'm here because I tried to kill myself," she replied evenly.

"Do you know why you attempted suicide?"

"No."

"Well, we're going to try and figure that out during these sessions, okay?"

"Sure," Serena replied with a shrug. She would do what she had to, in order to please her parents.

Luna kept the conversation going for the entire hour, asking Serena questions about her likes and dislikes, about her friends, her family, and about school. By the end of the hour, Luna was eerily impatient to get the next appointment scheduled. Serena agreed to meet Luna again at the same time next week, and left.

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Home again, home again, jiggity jig, Serena thought to herself as she climbed the spiral staircase up to her bedroom. She, quite luckily, lived in what most people would call an attic. However, the Deverill Mansion was built so long ago that the attic was a part of the house. There were three bedrooms and the master suite on the floor beneath her, and then the main floor was under that, with the living room, dining room, kitchen, den, family room, two bathrooms, and a stairwell down to the basement which served as a recreational area as well as the laundry area. Their sprawling grounds were kept manicured by a prestigious lawn service that provided lawn care to everyone on Mulholland Drive. Her father was a movie producer, so he was constantly working and traveling. Her mother owned a boutique on Hollywood Blvd and spent most of her time absorbed in that. Serena's younger brother, Murphy, was fourteen years old and enrolled in Chaminade College Preparatory High School where she had graduated the previous June.

With a heavy sigh, Serena fell onto her bed and just lay there in silence. Her mind was spinning and she didn't know what to do. Deciding to keep herself busy, Serena collected all her laundry and dragged it down to the laundry room. She sorted and pre-treated everything and put on a load of colds before returning to her room. She turned her iPod on and began cleaning her room, though there wasn't much to clean. Deciding to take a break, Serena brought her laptop over to her bed and logged onto her Facebook for the first time in almost three weeks. There were a few messages waiting for her, but for the most part, no one had noticed that she had been sans technology for nearly three weeks. A sigh escaped her lips as she signed off Facebook and started looking at the news.

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On the other side of town, a tall, muscular man stood at the window of his room, looking out at the wide expanse of greenery behind the mansion he had grown up in. Darien Grimm was thankful for being taken in by the Amoretti Family. His earliest memories were of Don Giovanni visiting him in the hospital and offering to adopt him. The eight year old immediately accepted, trusting his gut instinct that Giovanni Amoretti would provide for him. Ever since that day, twelve years ago, Darien Grimm never once questioned his decision. He grew up with a strong sense of family, had everything he could ever want, and worked hard to earn the privileges afforded to him. He had no idea that his entire life was about to be turned upside down.

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A/N: Okay guys…that was the first chapter. Hope you enjoy it!