A/N: Okay guys, I think this is just going to be a one shot unless you want me to make it a full story. This is another emo story. Jasper and Alice are emo, go figure. This story is based on the song Colors by Crossfade.

Chapter One: Just Breathe-Alice POV

Surely not the best…

(I know you're feeling like you're lost)

Colors that you shine…

(but you should know these colors that you're shining are)

Surely not the best..

(I know you're feeling like you're lost you feel you've drifted way too far

)Did you know these colors that you're shinin' are..

"EMO GIRL!!!" the words pounded in my head, coming from somewhere outside of my peaceful dreamland. The sounds of someone pounding on my door brought me out of my slumber; again they screamed "EMO GIRL!" Blinking my eyes I sat up and sighed, I knew exactly who it was-my big brother, Emmett. I didn't know how we were related, we were complete and total opposites. He was a happy go lucky jock, and I…well I was emo. Why I was like that was something that always hurt me…something I didn't really like to talk about.

When I was about thirteen I was raped by my ex-boyfriend. Someone who, at the time, I thought was THE one, he made my world shine. He was three years older than me, my brother's best friend in fact. I was happy and preppy back then; I talked non-stop and loved shopping. Well, that was the past. When that awful day came I was left physically and emotionally scarred forever. Emmett beat the hell out of him too when he found out what happened. To make matters worse, a few days later my dad died-he committed suicide. We had been really close and him dying was the last straw to me. I cracked. I had heard about emo people at my school, they wore black and cut themselves to relieve the pain they felt inside. Before I had thought they were nuts but when the pain inside became too much I decided to give it a try.

The first time I cut myself I was nervous, scared as hell. Locking the door of my room I went and sat on my bed. Emmett was the only person at home at the time, but I was sure he had some cheerleader in his room doing things I really didn't want to know about. Emmett had a Swiss army knife in his room and without his permission, I took it. I couldn't figure out how to get a razor blade out of the razor-so his knife would have to do. Reaching under my bed I pulled out his knife, I could tell it was really sharp. If cutting myself didn't make me feel better, I didn't know what I would do. But my conscious was in the back of my mind, telling me I didn't need to do this, I was better than this. The pain was too much though, ignoring my instincts I brought the blade down across my wrist.

The pain it brought was sweet; it made the pain on the outside world seem miniscule. It gave me an intoxicating bliss, bringing me out of the depressed mood I had been in for weeks. It gave me a sense of control, a control over the pain in my life. I couldn't control that my boyfriend raped me; I couldn't control my dad killing himself. But this, this I could control. The endorphins released by my body to dull the pain created an adrenaline rush inside me. For the first time in months I actually felt something besides pain and numbness, it was wonderful.

Eventually my mom found out about what I had done and she flipped, she thought I was going to kill myself. Actually, that thought had crossed my mind a lot but I never actually did. Emmett teased me relentlessly, still does. I told them they could never understand what I had been through, what I was going through. My mom agreed but still thought that cutting myself wasn't the answer to my problems. She sent me to a therapist which didn't really help me at all, but she still made me go.

As the years went by, I adapted to my new life style as being a depressed, emo person. I quit the cheerleading squad, shied away from my old friends, stopped going to parties, totally pulling myself away from society. I wanted to sit in the corner of my room, drowning in my own pain and remorse. Everyone at school found out I was emo and teased me, but they could never understand what I had went through. So I didn't let it get to me. Two years passed, after the turning point in my life and my mom got a new job. Leaving behind the town that so many horrible things happened to me in was a breath of relief to me. That's where the story is now.

Emmett continued to beat on my door until I got up; walking over to the door I opened it and gave him a death glare. "Mom told me to wake you up, we need to go to school," Emmett said sheepishly. Ugh, that was NOT something I looked forward to. School was hell to me and I wasn't that great in it either. The Alice before the darkest day in my life was a genius, the new Alice was not. Walking into my bathroom I quickly took a shower, the water kinda scared me because it had to do with the way my dad killed himself. He drowned himself so water freaked me out, if I ever wanted to kill myself I decided I would go the same way he did. Getting out of the shower I blow dried and flat ironed my long, layered black hair in its emo style. Hastily throwing on my eye liner I ran to my closet and threw on my clothes. Sticking with my emo style I put on a black tutu skirt, tight fitting blood red t-shirt, and knee high black Converses. I was rushing because I knew that as soon as my mom left for work and I wasn't ready, Emmett would leave me at the house without taking me to school-just to be a jerk. Being fifteen I couldn't drive without an adult and there was no way I was walking 12 miles to school! Not going was out of the question, my mom would kill me if I didn't go.

Grabbing my bag I stomped downstairs and into the kitchen. My mom was fixing her coffee, just about ready to go out the door. "Alice, I just talked to your new therapist and your next appointment is on Thursday. Emmett, you have to take her," she stated, she was rushing around the kitchen like a bee. Emmett, who had been stuffing his face with a donut, looked up and said in a shocked voice, "What? NO, I can't. I have something to do Thursday!" My mom glanced over at him and replied, "Yes, Emmett, you are taking her, or no playing football this year. End of discussion." Emmett grumbled something inaudible, I had a feeling it was something my mom would ground him for. Sighing I sat down beside Emmett, waiting for him to finish eating so we could leave and get this horrible day over with. "You're not going to eat anything?" my mom asked me, worried. "No, I'm not hungry," I mumbled back, crossing my arms over my chest, staring down at the floor. "Sweetie, do me a favor while you're at school today, smile," my mom told me, her cropped brown hair falling into her eyes. Pulling the corners of my mouth up a little I managed a feeble smile, I never smiled anymore unless she told me to. With another smile she scrambled out the door, car keys jingling all the way.

Sighing I leaned back into the kitchen chair, waiting on Emmett to stop stuffing his face. He was so huge he ate EVERYTHING he possibly could. I was the exact opposite, being 15 years old and only four foot nine and weighing 85 pounds. I wasn't anorexic or anything, I was just really tiny. He finally got done eating and I silently followed him out the door, struggling to climb into his massive Hummer. Of course he offered me no help at all. "Alice, do me a favor why we're at school," Emmett started off, "Try not to be so emo. It makes me look bad if they know we're related. So don't tell anyone you know me either." When I heard that I got really, really pissed. How dare he say that to me? He knew what I had been through! Instead of telling him this though, I kept my opinion to myself like a good little emo girl. Soon we arrived at school; it was huge compared to the school we went to in Colorado. When we moved to California I knew the school would be bigger, but not THIS big.

The parking lot was packed with students hanging out before they had to go to class, I was immediately self conscious. The old Alice would have gone straight into the swarm and faced them head on with a smile and a charming personality, not anymore though. Emmett turned off his jeep and gulping, I stepped out into the unknown.

I walked through the parking lot, trying to avoid as many people as I could. Walking into the office I got my necessary papers and books. Sulking through the hallways I managed to almost get knocked over a few times by people who weren't paying attention to where they were going. Getting my locker open was really hard. Glancing around I saw people giving me weird looks, whispering into each other's ears, some of them bold enough to say stuff where I could here. The words "emo girl" I heard quite frequently. Great, five minutes in a new school and already I was a freak.

Walking into first period I was introduced to the class, much to my horror. The teacher told me to take a seat. The only seat open was beside someone with their head down, apparently not caring about listening to the teacher. A few of the people in my class snickered and coughed, the awkwardness I was feeling increased. Sitting down beside the person he looked up. My heart leaped in my chest, he was gorgeous. Curly blonde hair stuck out from his head, paired with gorgeous deep blue eyes. He smiled at me and turned to look at the teacher. My eyes were probably popping out of my head by then and I was smiling. He shifted in his seat a little, looking down I saw his arms. When I did I gasped, his arms were covered in scars and the words "LIES" and "DAMNED SOUL". He was emo, like me. Suddenly, my day became brighter by seeing this intriguing boy. But in my mind I was reminded by what I had been through, I didn't know if I could get close to anyone again.

A/N: Okay, so tell me what you think.