WARNING: this story does contain flashbacks of abuse; if you do not feel comfortable with that then I suggest you don't read.

Summary: Bella and Jasper are the children of Renee and Charlie Swan. Charlie is abusive and Renee ran away with Jasper when he was three years old. She left a five year old Bella with Charlie. Seven years after that Charlie died, but no one could find Renee. Bella went to live with her Uncle Marcus and became a famous singer under the name Raven. After Marcus dies in a crash Bella has to move back to Forks to live with her Aunt Kate and Cousin Tanya. She goes to school and meets the Cullen's and someone that resembles her younger brother.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. I do however own Raven the famous singer.

Prologue (BPOV)

I was on a plane back to the one place I thought I'd never see again. In all its wet and green glory, Forks. I prayed that this was all a dream, but I was never so lucky. The place that never shines, but everyone knows everyone.

I hated this place, but not for the rain, in fact I liked the quiet pitter patter of the rain as it crashed against the ground and roof. No, I hated Forks because this is where my own mother left me and took my little brother. It wouldn't have been so bad if Charlie wasn't an abuser. He beat me until I turned twelve, which was when he was killed in a car crash.

That was when I went to live with Charlie's bigger brother Marcus. He made me who I am today. Raven, one of the most famous singers around the world. Uncle Marcus was awesome, but he sure knew how to push a person to their breaking point. I loved him beyond words could describe. Sadly, he died when a dumbass drunk drove into his lane and hit him head on a few nights ago.

I was angry that he could leave just like that and I suffered years of abuse. I hated how he was finally free to do what he pleased and I was still sitting here waiting for the next person to please. Then I had a breakdown and sobbed for over an hour. I felt guilty for being angry and I felt even guiltier for thinking that I should have died.

I knew I had a good life, well the latter half of it. I mean I could buy almost anything in the world that I wanted within minutes. I've been all over the world and eaten exotic foods. But none of that could replace the scars, physical or emotional. Nothing could release me from my own personal hell. Every time I closed my eyes he would be there laughing or mocking me. All the times a man came up from behind me I would jump and shrink back in fear.

Nothing could save me and I knew that. I would live as Raven the Famous singer, but die as Isabella Swan the poor soul who never had a chance to live.