Hey Babez! So my first story was deleted, because I hadn't felt any inspiration for it, but I am starting a story along the same concept. This story will be AH and AU and I hope you guys like it! 5 reviews to next chapter, but I won't be updating from March 16TH to March 23RD, because I am on a family trip.

Summary:

Rose is a 17 year old girl, who suffers from depression and anxiety. Through all of this, she also has to take care of her 5-year-old sister Jill, and has to deal with her mother dying from cancer. Her father died after Jill was born, and her mother seemed to be following where he went. Rose is a senior at the local high school, and has to deal with bullying there. No one knows what she suffers from, other than her mother, who she feels like she can no longer talk to her about this, feeling as if she already had enough to deal with. She has one of the hardest lives, which no one should go through, and it seems that it gets worse. Until there's a ray of sun through the clouds. Follow her through the ups and downs she will suffer, trying to be okay in a world that only seems to want her miserable. May be a little OOC.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only the plot.

Chapter One

Rose POV

"Wake Up Jill." I said quietly as I shook awake my younger sister.

"I don't wanna get up Rosie." She mumbled as she turned over in her bed, which caused me to laugh a little. She reminds me so much of myself at her age. Five years old and not a care in the world, but the difference was that when I was her age, I had both of my parents to look out for me, whereas right now, all she had was me. Our father had dies when Jill was only a baby, and right now, out mother was in the hospital dying from heart and brain cancer. She didn't understand it, but she did know that her mom was really sick. She also knew that she might die, which was something a five year old girl shouldn't have to deal with. All I was hoping right now was that our mom could survive for at least another month or so, because we couldn't exactly afford her surgeries. When I turned 18, which would be in about a month, I could tap into what had supposed to have been my college and house funds, but this was more important.

"Get up Jill, you have to go to school." I said laughing and she groaned and got up, grumbling.

"I will go make you pancakes, will that make you feel better about waking up?" I asked her and she instantly perked up.

"Yay! Pancakes!" She said in her cute little happy five year old voice, and started to pull on her clothes that I had set out for her. I laughed and went to my room to get myself ready. Jill was really the only thing I had right now. My mother was in the hospital, and I didn't exactly have any friends. She was all that was keeping me here. And by here, I didn't mean in Montana.

I meant on Earth.

I had been suffering from depression since I was 13, and it's been a little off and on, but it been worse since my mother found out she had cancer. With that, along with dealing with school, 2 jobs and taking care of me and Jill, it all got tiring. And the bullying didn't help much with the stress. At school, I was a bit of an outcast, usually eating alone or not eating at all, and I was the prime bullying target. It had gotten a bit better lately, I had been keeping away from everyone, but it still didn't stop completely.

I had a quick shower and somewhat blow-dried my hair. I put my slightly damp hair in a messy bun, and put on a pair of tights and a way-too-big NHL sweater that had belonged to my dad. I had kept a lot of his sweaters, and wore them a lot. I don't know why, but it made me feel like I had at least a small part of him with me. I ran downstairs to see Jill sitting at the table perfectly waiting for her pancakes. I had already made them, so I got her a plate and put some maple syrup on them. I gave them to her and her eyes lit up with happiness.

"Thanks Rosie." She said and started to eat. I smiled, which was rare for me. I only smiled near Jill, and sometimes I fake smiles near her so she didn't figure out what was going on. But most of the time, she could just make me smile with just her telling me about her day. When she was finished and I had cleaned all the syrup off her face, I got her all ready for school and grabbed my stuff as well. I put her into her car seat in the back of my car, that used to be my dad's before he passed away, and headed off to her school.

When I got there, I saw all the younger kids playing outside. I carried her over to the gates, where she started to wave to her friends. When I put her down, she gave me a big hug, and I kissed her cheek.

"Be good, okay?" I said to her and she nodded, before running off to play with her friends. I looked at my watch and saw that I had while before my first class, and decided to head to Starbucks to get some coffee. When I got there, much to my dismay, I saw some of the more popular kids from my school there. The only good thing was that this was the group of them that usually didn't pick on me. There were about 8 of them. There was Vasilisa Dragomir, one of the nicest girls in school, Andre Dragomir, Vasilisa brother and one of the most popular guys in school, Mia Rinaldi, another nice girl, unless you messed with her or her friends, Christian Ozera, usually pretty quiet with anyone who wasn't in his friends group and was known for being snarky and sarcastic. He was dating Vasilisa. Adrian Ivashkov, one of the biggest players in the school, and He changed girls almost every week. Eddie Castile, one of the most outgoing guys in school, and one of the nicest, Mason Ashford, Eddie's best friend, and a giant jokester like Eddie, and finally, the newest member of their group, Dimitri Belikov. He was by far the hottest guy in school, but was very quiet. He had shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes, and was the guy every girl wanted. Probably other than me.

I walked into the line, trying to duck my head and walk past them unnoticed. Unfortunately hey were sitting right by the door. When I walked in, they all turned to look at me, but I kept walking past them, trying desperately not to make eye contact for fear of them starting to make fun of me. I quickly went to get a drink, a vanilla bean frappe, and walked over to a large, empty set of couches in one of the corners of the coffee shop. I dug through my bag before pulling out one of my favourite books, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and started to read.

Lissa POV

The gang and I were all hanging out, Adrian, Andre, Dimitri, Christian, Mia, Eddie, Mason and I, and the guys were all deep in a conversation about the upcoming football game. Christians arm was wrapped around me, and he was in the discussion with all the guys. All the guys were on the football team, even Dimitri who had come to the school just as football tryouts had started. The Mia and I were talking about cheerleading tryouts, which we would be running because we were the captains. We were all in conversation when the door right behind us opened, and we all looked to see who was coming in. We were all surprised when we saw Rose Hathaway coming through the door. She almost never went out anywhere, and kept to herself a lot. She was a pretty-no scratch that- a beautiful girl, but she hid it all behind her baggy hoodies and books. She was an outcast, and never talked to anyone. She was bullied a lot, and rumours had said that she had been in the hospital a few months ago for cutting. When she saw us there, her eyes widened a bit, and she immediately put her head down and avoided eye contact with us, quickly walking past. She went up and got her drink, before hurrying over to one of the deserted couch areas and pulling out a book. I felt a little bad for her, actually. She didn't have any friends, and was constantly bullied.

"Why did she look afraid of us?" Asked Dimitri. I had almost forgotten that he had basically no knowledge about our school, or about anyone other than our friend group.

"That is Rose Hathaway, and she had a pretty good reason for acting the way she did." Said Mia, and I could hear the sympathy for the girl in her voice. Dimitri looked puzzled, so I was about to explain, but Adrian beat me to it.

"She is a…outcast at school. She's bullied by a lot of the more popular kids, other than us, and she basically never talks to anyone. She probably was afraid we would start making fun of her or something." Said Adrian, and Dimitri looked a little surprised.

"Why don't we go say hi?" I suggested. Rose seemed like a nice girl, but no one really knew because she didn't have any friends.

"I think we could be friends with her." Said Mia, piggybacking on my idea.

"Are you sure she won't just bolt again?" asked Adrian. We had tried to approach her before, to try to be friends, but every time we had started to talk, she mumbled that she had to go and ran off.

"Let's give it a try." Suggested Andre and we all got up with our drinks and started to walk over to her. When we sat down, she was so immersed in her book that she didn't notice any of us.

"Hi." I said when I sat beside her, and startled, she looked up from her book, and her eyes widened in what looked like fear.

Rose POV

"Hi." I heard a voice say from beside me and I looked up from my book, surprised that someone was talking to me. I saw sitting around me in the seats that has been empty only seconds ago, were the 8 most popular kids in school. My eyes widened in fear. Of course I couldn't go out unnoticed, and now I would pay the price. I silently cursed myself for being stupid enough to come in when I knew that there were popular kids here.

"I don't think we've ever met. My name is Lissa." Said Vasilisa, the one who was sitting beside me and who had spoken earlier. She reached out her hand and I ees her suspiciously before meeting her eyes and narrowing mine at her.

"If this is something to lure me into being your friend and then embarrassing me, then you can leave. I am not falling for it." I said harshly and I saw her look at me surprised before I started to read again, expecting them all to leave. Much to my dismay, they didn't.

"This isn't some trick. We just wanted to talk to you. You looked lonely." Said the other girl, Mia.

"When has anyone ever cared if I looked 'Lonely'?" I asked without looking up from my book.

"We have. We've tried to talk to you before but you would just run." Said one of the guys. I didn't know which one. I looked up from my book in surprise. No one had ever actually tried to talk to me, and I was still suspecting that this was just something to lure me into a false sense of security and then embarrass me.

"Well, then… Hi?" I said and it came out as a kind of question. I had never really had any friends, and I didn't know how to make them.

"I think we should introduce ourselves. I'm Adrian." Said Adrian. He had brown hair and emerald green eyes. Everyone went around and said their names.

"Eddie." He had hair almost as dark brown as mine, and skin just as tanned.

"Mason." He had bright red hair that stuck up everywhere and lots of freckles.

"Mia." Her hair was blonde and was curled in perfect ringlets, and she had blue eyes.

"Andre." He had blonde hair and light green eyes.

"Lissa." She looked almost the same as Andre, but a girl version.

"Christian." He had ice blue eyes and black hair.

"Dimitri." He had a faint accent lacing his words that I couldn't recognise, and had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes.

"Rose." I said quietly. I looked at my watch and noticed what time it was.

"Shit." I muttered. "I have to go." I said before packing up my stuff and running to my car. I still had some time until class, but I wanted to go and visit my mother.

When I got there, the nurse at the counter immediately knew who I was; I had been here so often lately. She nodded at me and I headed into my mother's hospital room. When I got there she was still, and I panicked for a second before relising she was only sleeping. I decided not to disturb her, and just went out and headed to school. I was one of the first ones there, and just waited in my car reading until 15 minutes before classes started. I headed in and put most of my stuff in my locker, other than what I needed for my first class, biology. On my way to biology, I felt someone shove me, and I went flying into the lockers to my left. I heard laughing, and looked up to see none other than Tasha Ozera and her posse of whores looking at me. She was the biggest bitch in school, and was also the biggest slut. She had slept with at least half of the guys here. She was Christian's sister, and was almost as popular as him. He on the other hand, was one of the ones who didn't bully me for the fun of it, whereas that was all Tasha seemed to do.

"Seriously Rosie, were did you get that awful sweatshirt? Did your boyfriend give it to you? Oh wait, I forgot, you wouldn't have one would you?" She said. The comment wasn't very clever, but still made the idiots beside her laugh.

"Where did you get your awful makeup done? The circus? Oh wait, you wouldn't have a high enough IQ to work there." I said mimicking her, and she went red with fury. By now, a bunch of people had gathered to watch the show, which was normal. I was lever with her, and she was glaring at me. The only difference from normally, was that instead of backing down, I was fighting back.

"How dare you speak to me like that!?" She shrieked. I just rolled my eyes and pushed past her, and went back to walking to class. I could feel bitchasha glaring at me, but I ignored her and walked towards biology. When I walked in, I went to my usual seat at the back of the room and pulled out my sketch book, because no one was here yet. A few minutes later I head a pair of footsteps, and just assumed it was the teacher, Mrs. Meissner, coming in, but when the footsteps stopped next to me, I looked up to see none other than Dimitri. My eyes widened a bit before going back to the picture I was drawing. I had been working on it for a while, and had been adding more as time went on. It was a picture of a girl, but you could only see her back, with her hair whipping around in the wind, holding a smoking gun in one hand. Her clothes were ripped and bloody, and she looked as if she had just been in battle. She had a bloody knife strapped to her thigh, and a bandage wrapped around the upper part of one of her arms, with a little bit of blood splattered on it. In front of her, in the background of the picture since it was being drawn as if the artist was standing behind her, there were the ruins of a city. Buildings were smoking and on fire, and there was wreckage everywhere. There were a few live people far away, but the ones closest to her were all dead. Some freshly killed, others looking as if they had been decomposing for days, even weeks. It was meant to symbolise strength to get through the toughest times, and it resembled my life right now. I had no one, and everyone I had once had was far away, or dead. Or close to it. I heard more footsteps as the rest of the class started to file in, and to my surprise, Dimitri took the seat beside me. I didn't acknowledge him as I put away my sketchbook and started to take notes on what we were learning about. Class passed quickly and as soon as the bell rang I had already bolted out of the class, not wanting any more torment for today. My next class was music which I enjoyed to an extent. I had been writing music since I was 13, when the depression started. The only things that really spoke to me were music and art, so that's what I did most. When I got to music, I was one of the last ones there, and as soon as I walked in, the bell rang. I hurried to an empty seat near the back, and turned towards the music teacher, Ms. Petrov.

"Today, we will just be having an easy day. You may go and play whatever instrument you would like." She said and everyone went to their instrument of choice. I decided to go to the violins first, since there were only about 8 people there. The only problem was that when I got closer, I saw that those 8 people were none other than the ones who had tried to befriend me earlier today. I ignored them and made my way over to a violin. I picked it up and played a few bars from different songs to test it out, before actually starting to play. I played 'Viva la Vida' by Coldplay, along with a lot of other songs, and everything around me faded. It was like when I was reading or drawing, while I was playing music everything else seemed to fade away as I played. I finished the song to find everyone looking at me in awe. I blushed furiously and put the violin back and grabbed my stuff just as the bell rang. I hurried out of the classroom, towards the cafeteria. I had forgotten to pack myself a lunch today, so I had to get my food from the cafeteria. I walked in to everyone chattering away, and quickly got in line and grabbed my food. I didn't eat much lately, probably because of how worried I had been for my mom. I just grabbed an apple, one small slice of pizza and a water bottle and headed over to a small, deserted table near the edge of the lunchroom. I pulled out my headphone and out them on, and started to blast my music to drown out the sounds of everything around me. I had an alarm set on my phone to tell me when lunch was over, because I was usually listening to music while I was eating and I didn't want to miss my first class after lunch, which was art. I started eating as 'Bullet' by Hollywood Undead started playing in my ears. I just stared at my food. I wasn't very hungry, but felt like I had to eat something so I started to nibble on my pizza slice. About five minutes later I felt someone's presence near me, but decided to ignore it. That was before whoever it was sat down at my table. I looked up to see, none other than Lissa and her group of friends sitting with me. I rolled my eyes and checked the time. I saw I still had about 30 minutes until lunch ended, and decided to visit my mom. I grabbed my tray and threw out almost all of my food before heading out to my car and driving towards the hospital. When I got there, it was the same as all the visits. Me telling my mom it would be okay, that I would be able to pay for the surgeries, and telling her I loved her. We would talk, and then she would fall asleep and I would head back to school. And today wasn't any different. I got back to school about five minutes before class began, and decided to just go straight to class, because it took about 3 minutes to get to the art room from the front of the school. I got to the art room with time to spare, and just sat at the back drawing in my sketch book and listening to my music. I was listening to 'Two is Better Than One' by Boys Like Girls ft. Taylor Swift, when the rest of the class started to pour in. This was my cue to turn off my music, and I out my phone on my sweater pocket, but continued to draw in my sketch book. I could feel eyes on me, and I looked up and saw none other than the group of populars who wouldn't leave me alone. I went back to my drawing until the teacher, Mrs. Karp, came into class.

"Okay, today we will be doing an emotion piece. All of you will chose an emotion out of this basket," She said, holding up a small basket filled will small strips of paper. "And you will create an art piece that describes that emotion." She said. We all lined up, and when it was my turn to pick an emotion I grabbed a piece of paper and opened it. It seemed that in universe had a sense of humour, because of what emotion I got.

Depressed.

I walked over to where the easels were and grabbed one, along with a canvas. I already knew what I was going to paint. I grabbed the colours I needed and got to work. A while later, I took a look at my finished painting. It was a girl, sitting in a corner with her head in her hands. You could see her wrists pretty clearly, and there were jagged cuts going along them, much like the one I had made just over 2 months ago on my own arms. At her feet lay a large, bloody razor, that was in a small pool of blood. All around her, in jagged writing were a bunch of cruel names. Whore, Bitch, Loser, Fatass, Outcast, Retard, Emo, Those were only a few of the words written around her, and they were all things that people had said to me in the past. After everyone had finished, Mrs. Karp had us go in front of the class and show our painting, and then tell the class what our emotion was. After a while, it was my turn and I walked up to the front with my painting. I set it up on the easel, and then stepped out of the way, revealing my painting. When everyone saw it, I heard gasps of surprise, and some looks of sadness.

"My emotion was depressed." I said, only put enough for everyone to hear. After a few moments, I grabbed my painting and headed to the back of the class. The rest of class passed by in a blur, and soon enough I was walking to my car to head and pick up Jill from her school. While I was heading to my car, I heard someone calling my name, and sow none other than Lissa herself, with her little group following her.

"What?" I asked harshly and she looked taken aback.

"Why wont you talk to us? We are just trying to be your friend." Said Lissa, and she even sounded a little hurt. Which was weird, because we hadn't been friends in the first place.

"Well, stop trying." I said coldly and turned and walked to my truck, thankfully without them following me.

So that was the first chapter! If you guys liked it, leave a review! Bai Babez

-Geeky