From the doorstep of her mother's house, to the doorstep of her father's house, not one thought had gone through Emma's mind. She was numb. Her mind blank. Absolutely nothing. She'd just sat there. She's said nothing in her defence, not one word! She'd never known her mother to take things lying down, but, that day, she had. And that left Emma shocked. She could have defended herself. She could have screamed at her. She could have done something. Anything. But she didn't, her feeble attempt to defend herself was laughable, and she would have laughed, was she not feeling so guilty. She knew she shouldn't feel guilty. She'd done nothing wrong, at least in comparison to the way her mother and brother had wronged her.

Aidan. Her brother, her best friend. Someone she's trusted to love her. To care for her. To cry with, laugh with. Someone to share her pain. Instead, he was laughing at her. All the times she'd confided in him about her want of a father, she'd thought they were on the same boat, that the felt the same pain. Yet, all along, he was laughing at her. Her mother and her brother who - up until an hour before - were the most important people in her life, we laughing at her. God, she'd never felt like such a fool!

Before she knew it, the door in front of her, the barrier between herself and her real family, was opened and behind it, stood Alice. Silently, she moved aside, allowing Emma to enter into the arms of her waiting father. It was there that she finally broke. Sobs shook her frail body, almost as violently as they tore her father's heart. He couldn't help but feel he'd caused this. That he's bought so much pain and anguish to the people he cherished was not something Edward Cullen was proud of. It seemed like a lifetime later that Emma regained control of herself enough to be able to explain what had happened. She spoke, and they listened. She told them of how her mother and brother had made a fool of her, how they mocked her behind her back, ridiculed her at every opportunity. At the time, she knew that she was exaggerating a bit, she knew that what she was saying was not technically version of events her mother and brother might attest to, but she didn't care. She'd was hurt. She was hurting, and she needed her family, her real family, on her side, so she did was necessary to make them see things her way.

In retrospect, Emma knew she had made errors in judgement on that fateful day. Upon returning to the house about a week later, Emma was greeted with an empty house, a white envelope with her mother's messy scrawl and a big, fat check inside it. I'm sorry, it read. Not as sorry as she was. There was nothing, no trace of either of them, no indication as to where they might of have gone. Of course, the nature of her mother's careers made it easier for Emma to track her whereabouts over the years, but he brother, on the other hand, was a harder to track. Aidan might as well have fallen off the face of the earth. There was no trace of him on the internet, in phone books, voting lists, and Emma had felt as if he was purposely hiding from her. It hurt.

Just as she thought she could gather the pieces of her life, and she began to fill the void her mother and brother had left in her life, fate tore the whole open with a cruel vengeance when Paramore dominated the news for a short while. In the world of music, it was as scandalous as when Bill cheated in Hillary, almost. Josh and Zac had left the band, and Josh had sang like a canary. Fans went berserk; some denounced their loyalty to Paramore, sending my mother hateful messages via social media, while others did the same for Josh. As I'd read his 'exit statement', I couldn't help but feel for Josh. Having been with the band for the majority of their touring time, I could honestly say that all Josh said was true, and yet it wasn't. When you're a child, your parents can do no wrong. They can walk on water, and do everything to make sure you never wanted for anything, hence I found it difficult to read what I saw with my own eyes from a different perspective. While Josh had felt pushed aside by my mother's alter ego. In retrospect, I saw that Josh was grossly unfair to her. In all bands, lead singers - male or female - always get more attention than any other band members. Look at Queen, Blondie, Fleetwood Ma, Nirvana, and all other great bands, that's just the way it is.

Josh left to start his own band, under his own name. At first, his success came from fans curious to see why one would leave Paramore - whom had gone to be considerably successful after the departure of the Farros - for the unknown. For a band which no one had heard of. Many had criticised him for it, but he did well for himself. No, he was not as successful as Paramore on the whole, but Josh Farro did find some success in the music business. He landed himself a few sets at medium sized music festival, and big ones like Glastonbury on more than one occasion. His real success, however, came from his personal life. Josh and his wife, Jenna had three children; two boys and a girl, the first being born six years after they first wed. He appeared to live a happy life with his family in Tennessee, what more could a man ask for?

Similarly, Zac found solace in his project 'Half Noise', who I'd found myself listening to every now and then. He married an older woman, a Kiwi. They had two children, raised in Christchurch, though they often visited Tennessee.

Jeremy married his girlfriend, Kathryn, together they had a girl, Bliss Belle Buttercup Davis. Though, at first, I found the celebrity name rather cringe worthy, it soon grew on me. They liked to call her Fairy. She was a beautiful, loved girl. She spent a lot of the her younger years on the road with her parents, though they soon ended when it was time for her to matriculate.

Taylor married a girl named Bailey, who was also a musician. They are yet to have any children, but who knows what the future holds.

About four years after the release of 'Teenage Dream' Katy Perry called it quits with her career, much to the dismay of my Aunt Rosalie, whom was a big fan. She ended her career on a high, having smashed many records for the most amount of number ones, record sales and various other awards, coupled with the sold out farewell global tour she did. She sang a cover of Queen's 'We are the Champions' on her very last night to a tearful crowd, who could not understand why she was giving up such a fruitful career to 'settle down and live a normal life'.

It seemed my mother had given up herself to live life as Hayley Williams. Personally, I much preferred Isabella Swan. Hayley sang for another ten years, juggling it with being a mother to the children she'd had with Chad Gilbert, I don't know how she pulled that off. Paramore called it quits, too, twelve years after Katy Perry did, stating that they wanted their fans to remember them as young and energetic, not at old and embarrassing on stage. I scoffed when I read that.

When I finally found my brother, he was residing in Manila, having married a Filipino girl. From what I was able to gather, she was nice girl. She worked as a doctor in one of the poorer areas on Manila. She gave Aidan two children; my niece and nephew. He was still in contact with my mother, and it hurt me that she never made the effort to maintain a relationship with me, that I wasn't just as willing to swallow my pride and seek her out.

My father had remarried. He's met a nomadic vampire named Stephanie. She was pretty, tall, blonde, with a figure to challenge Rosalie's, though she they seemed to get along well. Steph was nice, I guess. I'd never really tried to maintain a relationship with her, call it the childish 'you're replacing my mum' thing that children of divorce do, but I was reluctant to build bridges with her. I appreciated that she gave me my space. Currently, she's in honeymooning in Antarctica with my father. I'd rolled my eyes when they first told me. How romantic. But I was happy that he'd moved on. Though I'd never seen him with my mother, I knew that he had never loved another quite like Steph. He was free around her, completely himself, it was refreshing.

I, for one, am surviving. I'm still around, maybe, oneday, I will find my better half and get my forever. Until then, wish me luck.

The end.

If anyone still cares, reads this crap, I'm sorry. I started this story when I was thirteen and a half years old, and now I'm seventeen and a half years old. Four years, twenty seven crappy chapters, seems pathetic, but I'm happy with it. Writing this was kind of an outlet for me. I have a rather over active imagination, and this is one way for me to release my creativity. I'd like to thank each and everyone one of you who's ever sat and read my story, even if you decided it wasn't worth your time, after all. Thank you to my loyal readers who stuck by me, until my inactivity proved too much; I appreciate the time you did give to me. So with this final chapter I bid you adieu. Thank you all, God bless, stay strong, stay golden and have a nice life. If you ever wanna talk, I'm confusedteenaga on twitter, githarrington on tumblr, and my email is linked to my reviews/inboxes on here: you can count on me for anything. Being the odd lil thang I am, I will most likely post another, random chapter, just so my story won't have an odd number of chapters!

With 2015 two weeks away, I ask that you all leave the negativity in 2014. I ask, for your sakes, that y'all stay positive, you stay happy and do whatever it takes to make you happy. Dress differently, talk differently, be different, be the same, get new friends, keep the same friends. Whatever it take for you to be happy, and for you to be true to yourself, do it. YOu deserve it, no matter what you or anyone else says, you deserve to be happy. Don't you ever forget that.

Accentuate the positive; eliminate the negative.

With Love,

Arnoldis