(A/N): This is a Human!AU. And I have always loved this song, it's so painful and soft. Absolutely filled with emotion. I wanted to write a really painful fanfiction because I read 'Sleep, Little Bird', a SuFin story. And I cried like a baby. For a least 45 minutes. So I decided to channel it into this. Should be about 7 chapters.

[WARNINGS] Ummm... Abuse. Language at some point probably. Drugs, not hardcore though. Maybe some mild 'Adult situations'.

"Paraphernalia… never hides your broken bones."

Her breath hitched as she pulled the dress over her head carefully. The silk fell over her pale body, covering all her defects. Flaws. Markings. She used all these words to describe them, but others used different terminology. Bruises. Welts. Scars.

Natalya winced as she laced up the back and more bruises disappeared. Her stockings made the ones on her leg invisible— covered by black nylon. Next came her apron, which she tied gingerly into a bow. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. But that's how it always was.

She brushed her hair, making sure to avoid the knot on the top of her head that had rendered her unconscious. Natalya sighed as she placed her white hair ribbon in her hair to complete the look. It was refreshing to see the one that had never changed.

"Sestra(1)!" Ivan called, just outside her door. It was not a question. It was an order to become decent. She flinched at his voice but quickly smoothed her expression.

"Da, big brother." She spoke.

He entered the room, dressed in a formal suit and already frowning.

"Is everything alright?" Natalya asked, trying to keep the worry out of her voice. If something went wrong tonight, it would affect all of their lives.

"Nyet." Ivan scowled at her, "I cannot find my flask and I cannot bear tonight without it."

She swallowed, "We will be having an open bar. You can get Wodka there, da?"

Ivan considered her for a moment with narrow eyes before giving her short nod, "Da. I will." He turned to leave and a small sigh escaped her lips, "And Natalya."

"Da?" She noticed the warning in his voice.

"Come down as soon as you are done in here. And don't," She shuddered, "make a fool of yourself. These idiots are important."

She nodded. His eyes narrowed and purple rolled off of him waves as his hand moved to his belt.

"Shto(2)?" He asked.

"Da!" She corrected herself, "Of course, big brother. I will not make a fool of myself."

He gave her a curt nod before closing the door behind him. Natalya took one last look at her appearance. It wasn't any better. She still looked like the younger, plainer sister. A child not wanted. Another small sigh escaped her lips but this time it wasn't out of temporary relief. It was resignation. She would go downstairs. She would have a good time. Then she would start it all over again tomorrow.

Natalya looked down at her vanity and deftly opened a pill bottle. She popped three little pills and looked back up at her reflection. She giggled as she stared deeply into her own violet eyes.

"Look at you." She said, changing her voice to her brother's, "You look pathetic." Natalya laughed as she turned around to reached the door, continuing to mock her brother's voice and words, "Weak. Small. Helpless. Filthy. Whorish. Disgusting." She hummed more words as she walked down the hallway to join her brother and sister at the top of the stairs.

She smiled, seeing them all dressed up was nice. Her steps became skips as she reached them but faltered as she felt the pain shooting throughout her body. Her defects. But she took her place on her brother's left, her sister at his right, and looked down the grand staircase at the hundreds of people crowding the room.

"Welcome!" Ivan projected and everyone else fell silent, "My sisters and I are glad to have you here!" He smiled in a friendly way, "Please… Enjoy the party!"

(1) Sister (Russian)

(2) What? (Russian)

(A/N): This is just an intro but if any of you guys out there like it then I can write more quickly. I'm still trying to finish 'Thinking of You'.