Summary: Bella has nothing, while he has everything. She was kicked out of the place she called home to live on the streets. Without love, without people who care, she is reduced to believing everyone will hurt her given the chance. He is her polar opposite. She is poor, he is rich. She lives in a a small corner underground near a subway station, he lives in a mansion-like home. He has friends who he trusts. She wears a small padlock around her neck. A/H.

Pairing: Bella/Jasper

Will the story be a happy or dark one? Definitely dark. May add a pinch of humor, and Jasper may bring light to the story.

Why do I write stories where the guy is always good and the girl is bad?

I find it's over used. Bad guy turns good because of good girls. It's like, Come the fuck on! It isn't just guys suffering in the world. There are girls that live on the streets, there are girls that have killed people, there are girls that live a fucking dark life because they have been traumatised. Well, this is my story. So we'll spice it up by playing with my rules.

All my loyal reviewers - I love you. Excuse my little bitch fit lol.

Oh, I forgot to warn you!

This story involves drug abuse! Abuse forms may vary.. I'm not sure about lemons.. DO you want lemons? I pretty much suck at them.

Oh and YES! This will be a Bella/Jasper romance.

Recap:

Flying into action, I placed her on the couch, carefully peeling away the jacket I had seen on Ben many times, ignoring the stab of jealousy that tore through me.

Why hadn't I noticed this before? She had a stab wound through her ribs, and a decent amount of blood was lost. Rose didn't need to be told, she tapped my shoulder, holding out a wet, warm cloth, some water and bandages. I nodded my thanks, lifting her shirt just high enough so I could clean away the blood.

It had started to clot, luckily. I took the bandages, wrapping them around her ribs. The bandages would only fit around my ribs maybe twice, they fit around her five times, easily. She was definitely underweight.

Sealing the bandages off with a holding clip, I turned towards Rose. She held one of Bella's hands, looking on with sympathy clear in her eyes.

I don't know why Rose had suddenly become so attached to someone who was practically a stranger to her. But it was clear, neither one of us would be leaving Bella's side.

Don't cry, I know,
You're trying your hardest,
And the hardest part is letting go..

Bella POV.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." He had to be about 11 years old. Brown hair and leaf green eyes. He held his extended hand toward me, careful of avoiding my scratches and bruises. "We should really take care of those." He grinned, and all I could do was nod dumbly, thankful that for once in my life, someone cared.

Another scene flashed in my mind.

"Come on, you lazy bum!" I yelled in Ben's ear as I hit him with my pillow. He curled further into his ball like a centipede.

"Go away, I'm sleeping!" He yelled back. I sighed, letting myself fall, coincidentally landing on him.

"Opps, sorry." I said in a sarcastic tone. Another sigh, this time from Ben. He sat up, touching my hair.

"Do you ever think our lives will get better?" He asked, twisting the lock around his fingers.

"Where did this come from?" I asked curiously. His movements were slow, tired, exhausted. Lost.

"You know," He started. "Like maybe, just maybe, it'd be like living another life.." Another life.. It sounded too good to be true. Where we wouldn't be freaks, we wouldn't live on the streets, we wouldn't starve.

"Maybe our lives are just little pieces of something much greater." He continued. I looked at him thoughtfully.

"So, say we get to this 'other life'. What would we do there?" He scratched his head.

"I don't know. But think about it, it's gotta be better than this!" He grinned again, and I agreed.

Looking at Ben, I mimicked his grin. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

His smile expanded.

"She's waking up.." I heard a feminine voice. I blinked slowly, shielding my eyes from the bright light with my hands.

"Are you okay?" This time the voice was panicked, and deeper. Jasper. Once my eyes adjusted, I caught sight of his appearance. He had deep purple under his eyes, indicating he hadn't slept for a while. The woman was the same.

"Oh, this is Rose. My sister." He answered the silent question. I nodded.

"Are you okay?" He asked again, this time softer.

Then it hit me. I remembered.

Holding Ben as he died, crying, screaming, fighting.

"You know I'd die for you.."

'Didn't you know you had to live for me?' I growled in my mind.

I couldn't trust my voice, my eyes stung with tears wanting to fall, but I refused to be weak in front of Jasper and Rose. Being weak was what got Ben killed. If I hadn't been so careless, I would have known that blade was coming for me, Ben wouldn't have gotten in the way, he wouldn't be dead.

"Bells! Bella, are you okay? You're shaking! Shit, Jasper her wounds reopened! Jasper, do something now!"

"I'm trying! She won't sit still.. Bella, I'm ..." I tuned out the voice. Only one thing running through my head.

He wouldn't be dead..

Short chapter, I know. I felt like I owed you something.

Check out my story, Bloodstained. It is Naruto fanfic, but it doesn't really mention names. It could be read as a Bella/Jasper. Very angsty.