Warning: I don't know where I'm going with this but there will be violence, abuse, self harm and bad language.

Disclaimer: If i had owned twilight, Lauren would get Edward...lol. but i don't, its all SMeyer's. Or the song, don't own that either. I don't remember if they mentioned anything about Lauren's parents so forgive me if they did.

A/N thanks to those who have reviewed, and i was wondering, what should the pairing be for this stroy, i have two ideas that involve Jasper or Edward but any other suggestions? Bare in mind that i hate Bella...lol

Music: Yellowcard

Mood: Unhappy

It was half an hour before Lauren gathered the courage to exit her room. Her thoughts were full of horrifying images of her mother, lying dead and sprawled on the floor but as she shivered, sidestepping the pool of blood that had collected and tip toed onto the landing, there was no one there.

No corpse, no body parts.

Nothing but cream carpet spoiled by the deep redness of blood. But just as her brow furrowed with confusion, the amount of red registered in her brain.

There's too much

, Lauren thought franticly as she remembered a biology lesson on how much blood the body held, too much blood for her to still be…to be-

Downstairs, the thundering of a slammed door echoed through the otherwise quiet house.

Closing her eyes and holding back sobs of fear and fury, Lauren bolted for her room once more, shutting the door and backing away.

Ice cold chills swept her body and a whimper escaped her throat as she realised that her foot had sank into the blood soaked carpet; crying out quietly, she fell from the shock, straight into the patch of red.

It soaked through her nightdress and her sobs grew in strength as she scrambled backwards in a frenzied effort to escape the visions of gore and horror that wouldn't leave her mind.

"Lauren!" The voice of her father woke her from the shock and desperation she was feeling and instilled a new feeling of murderous rage and panic.

He'd climb those steps, angry, snarling and ready to hurt her. He'd open her door and he'd find her then he'd kill her too.

No,

she shook her head single-mindedly sure that she could run. Can't

Reaching under the mattress of her queen bed. Covered with a black silk sheet and comforter, Lauren took out the Ten thousand dollars she'd alternately stole and been given from her parents, then, thanking god that the stairs were so god damned big, She hurried to her backpack, taking only the money, Cole the bear and the first clean clothes she came upon, including five pairs of knickers. Socks, it seemed, would have to wait.

Tears still pouring down her face, blurring her eyesight, Lauren opened the window and jumped.

Her feet touched the cool glass of the conservatory less then half a meter away from her window and prayed hard that the slanting glass roof wouldn't break under her merger weight.

It didn't and just as she'd scampered to the drain pipes, she heard her bedroom door open.

There was a slight pause, which she used to drop down to the bouncy green grass below, wincing from the painful twang in her ankle, then the shouts of the man who didn't deserve the title 'dad' started. His obnoxious voice growling her name.

Lauren didn't even pause to think that he might see her, she just ran, straight into the woods, straight into the darkness that seemed to welcome her.

The trees were bent and crooked, with branches that were like fingers, reaching for her. Because it was winter the leaves were absent, blown away into some random stream, or into someone's garden.

The ground beneath her feet was frozen cold, the dirt and stones like glass because of the coating of ice.

Cursing herself for not brining socks, Lauren quickly ran further into the trees and didn't stop until she reached the end of the forest, where it met with some sort of meadow.

Breath coming in puffs of white air, she sank to the ground ungracefully by the nearest tree and pulled her knees up so she could hug them to her chest.

And the tears started all over again.

With Alice's vision

A pale white bundle stood out from the rest of the darkness. Somewhere a little further off a fox passed by, feet shuffling through leaves.

The noise woke the bundle, which Alice now realised was a teenage girl. The girl looked up, face pale but with red cheeks. She was familiar to the vampire but she couldn't place her, or her surroundings, and then, as suddenly as the vision had started, it faded. Leaving Alice Cullen with the worst sense of dread.

Lauren took a deep breath, assuring herself that it was just a fox. If she had to guess at how she'd been sitting in the same position, and judging form how numb her butt was, she's have said two hours. If she knew the truth, however, it'd have been more like all night because when the smallest Cullen found her ten minutes later, she was unconscious and plagued by severe case of hypothermia.

"Lauren," The black haired pixie breathed, "Oh, my god!"

Scooping up the girl, Alice realised that without the air of confidence and smug expression she usually sported, Lauren was smaller then she seemed and definitely more frail.

After Edward had expressed his worries for the girl, Alice had decided to talk with her the next day, she had never thought, however, that the poor girl would be reduced to this…this frail, weak thing.

It's decided,

Alice thought, studying the bruise on the girl's cheek, there is no way I'm leaving her out here, whether she likes it not.

And so she took her to the Cullen mansion, and while Edward was out, slipped her into his bed, smiling slightly at the irony as Lauren had properly had this dream a dozen times, only with a different situation in mind.

She rang Carlisle and told him that he should bring the family back home, stating simply that there was a problem that needed them all.

 let him beat me, not when mom gave her life away for me.