You need to hit the rock bottom, so that you can start fight again.
banner: by candysteffi
Disclaimer: All characters and plot lines that appeared in the series or in the books are not mine. The concept of Roswell does not belong to me either. They all belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, UPN and so on. I am just borrowing the characters’ names for this story.
Rating: Adult (mostly because this fic contains scenes with violence)
Category: Alien Abyss
Author’s Note 1: This story was written for a different fandom and so it will contain plots from a Mexican soap opera (Clase 406). I am not associated with the series or with its creators. I am just changing the story the way I like it more. The fic is inspired by this soap opera.
Summary: I have never been good in writing interesting summaries, so I am sure that mine will be lame. Let me represent you a group of teens that live in one of the worst neighborhoods in New York - East Harlem. I know, you might say another high school story. Well, this story is different. Going to school and maintain good grades is the least problems for them. I will use some lines of the soap summary, because they are valid for this story. They are not kids anymore, but they are not adults yet. They will start a long ‘journey’ that will change their lives forever. Some will make their wishes come true; others will almost loose themselves in the battle. And as in the real life, there will be people that will see how vanish all their hopes to do what they want most in life. You know before a good and stable raise, there is a good fall down. In this story there will be no taboos. Anything can happen to anyone.
Author’s Note 2: There is a reason why this fic is in Alien Abyss and not in Alternate Universe without Aliens. In fact, there are more than one.
1. First and most important one of the main topic in this fic is the violence in all kind of forms. I will try to warn you when there are such scenes, but be warned.
2. Second, like you see, I don’t want to tell you what the couples are in details, because that will spoil the story. All I can say is that there will be CC, but UC will also be explored to a good extent.
3. The couples here are far away from the canon ones and the characters will be much different than the represented ones in the series. Be warned that you might not like what you read. I have to say that this story is not only about love. There are a lot of things that will happen to the characters besides falling in love.
Author’s Note 3: I don’t live in USA, nor in New York, so I might exaggerate a bit on describing East Harlem. I got the information from the net, so excuse me if I made it worse than it is in reality.
Thanks a lot ArchAngel1973 for beta my story. Without her I wouldn't dare to post anything. Thanks also jbangelo for helping me with the header post for the fic.
This is my first Roswell fic and my first fic in English, so I'm all new in that kind of stuff. Feedback will be appreciated .
Hello everyone. My name is Tess Harding and I’m 16 years old. I live in a famous neighborhood in New York - East Harlem. Do you know what’s so interesting about East Harlem? We’re not rich people with nothing to worry about except what dress to wear for the next big party in some fancy bar. We’re famous with street gangs, drug dealers and poverty. Yes, that's right folks, you won't see how I’m happy to attend the annual ball for girls becoming women. I don't care about that. You’ll see how I and my friends fight for our lives. Some of you might say that I’m exaggerating. Some of you might believe that there’s a happy life for everyone, but that's not the real world. I’m sick and tired of hearing how everything depends on me. How I’m the one responsible for my life and my problems. You know what - life isn’t black and white, it’s grey. Granted, there are different nuances, but still grey. I have never worn rose-colored glasses and I never will. It isn't for me. Most people expect me to be this innocent little girl that smiles all the time. Well, I’m not like that and I won't be. Neither are my friends. And speaking of friends - let me introduce you to them. Max Evans is a great friend. I know that I can always count on him for help. He has his flaws like everyone else, but that doesn't bother me at all. Jessie Ramirez is my other friend. Oh, he is so messed up. He has the ability to create problems. Why do I call them friends? Because they’re the only ones that really know me. I know that I’m supposed to be talking about girly stuff with girls, but I’m not that type of person. I don't care what makeup I should wear or what the current fashion trends are. That's the rich girls' problems. Mine are far away from that. You wanna know them? Be patient, I’ll get to that.
"Hey, girl. What's up?" I hear Max's voice and give him a hug.
"Nothing new. I have to go to school!"
You’re probably asking yourself why Max and Jessie don't go to school. Well, the story isn’t that long, so I can summarize it for you. Jessie and Max tend to act like jerks. Last year they beat up Bryan because of a stupid bet. The school's director got pissed off and expelled them. Now, we have a new director at school and they have the chance, but they don't want it. You wanna know why? Just wait and see their answer.
"Ungh, awful," hissed Jessie.
"So what's up there? Anything new with your prince charming?" asked Max as he moved closer to me.
"No, Michael’s been avoiding me for the last two weeks."
"Oh, so your plan isn’t working the way you wanted it to," Jessie commented and started laughing. God, sometimes I hate him. He has this ability to say the most inappropriate thing at the most inappropriate moments.
"Shut up, Jessie!" I warned him and punched him in the stomach with my fist. I’m girl, but I know how to fight. That I owe to Max. "It’s probably Isabel's fault. Why does she have to interfere in my plans all the time? I hate her!"
"That much we know!" I hear Max's voice. "Do you need help?" Oh, that's what I’m talking about. This boy is ready to offer his assistance and to do whatever it takes for me. How I can I not love him?
"Yes, I do. I have to show her once and for all who the queen is."
I know. I’m exaggerating. I’m not a queen and this is not a free country. Still, I need to teach that bitch some manners. She constantly makes my life harder and I’m getting tired tolerating her.
"What do you plan to do?" That's my friend. I tell him yes and he’s already asking me how and when to do it. Yes, Max Evans is a piece of work.
"Just the usual!" I answer casually.
Don't be surprised. It’s not the first time that I’ve threatened someone and it won't be the last. It’s also not the first time that I’m facing Isabel. She’s been my enemy since last school year. Yes, in the beginning we were friends. We’re in the same class and we live in the same neighborhood. It’s not that unexpected. Then she started to try to make my life better. Like I care. It's my choice, not hers. She told me that she was being friendly. Friendly, my ass. You don't tell your friend's most important secret to someone without their permission. I hate betrayers and she betrayed me. That's when she died for me. Well, okay, she’s not dead, because apparently I’m still annoyed by her actions, but she’s not my friend. She’s now my worst enemy.
"Okay, count on me. Jessie, you in?"
"Of course. I won't miss the fun."
Isabel is the school virgin, the most innocent girl that you can imagine. Jessie doesn't like those types. Her expression when she’s threatened by a knife is priceless for me, funny for Jessie, and it works for Max. Yes, as I said, we’re not perfect. Don't judge me! You don't know me or her.
"Did I hear the word 'fun'?" I hear Nicolas' voice. Who is he? Well, he’s not my friend, but he hangs around with Max and Jessie. Well, to be precise, they hang around with him. They’re part of street gang and he’s the gang's leader. Don't act surprised. I told you that this’s typical for East Harlem and we’re typical residents of this neighborhood.
"Yeah, you heard right. We’re planning to give Isabel a lesson," Max answered.
"That blonde girl that likes to gossip?"
Yes, Nicolas is right, she likes to gossip. That’s why she told everyone about my secret. Hey, did I already tell you that I hate her? If I didn't, then consider yourself informed. I can't stand her!
"Yeah, that one. Are you in?"
"Of course. I have some free time now. Let the fun begins!"
And so the four of us headed to the school to wait for Isabel the bitch. She won't know what hit her.
Hello everyone. My name is Maria Deluca and I’m 16 years old. I attend East Harlem high school and I’m kind of famous there. You wanna know how? Well, ask about the virgin and they’ll show you the way to me. No, I haven't had sex and I’m not ashamed of that fact. I don't care what people think about me. I have friends that approve of my actions and I have boyfriend who loves me. And on top of that, he’s the most handsome boy in class. What more is there to want?
"Hey, little bear!" he congratulates me with a hug and passionate kiss.
"Hey yourself, little bear!" I mirrored his words. We’re known at school as the little bears. You wanna know why? Well, see Kyle and I have been friends since kindergarten. When I was little I had this bear and it was my favorite toy. I couldn’t sleep without it. I needed it even in kindergarten. One day Kyle decided to make a little joke and hid my toy. I cried all afternoon because I couldn’t sleep without it. In the end he apologized to me and gave me back my bear. Since then we’ve been friends and call each other little bear. Since last year we’re also boyfriend/girlfriend.
"I missed you!" he tells me like we haven’t seen each other in ages.
"You saw me yesterday!" I answer him and slap him on the head.
"So what? I’m not allowed to miss my lovely girlfriend?"
I grabbed his hand, moved closer to him and kissed him with tongue. I know we’re in high school, but I can't help it. I love him.
"Oh, you’re so allowed."
"Good. You know you’re so bad, girl."
"I know you like it that way," I answer him and stick my tongue out at him.
"Well, not that I’m complaining, but I think that we should take our relationship to the next level."
Oh, not again. The sex talk. It's not that I don't trust him. I know that he loves me and I love him. I just think that I’m too young for having sex. What if I don't like it? What if I’m not prepared? What if something goes wrong? No, no, no ... There are so many ways that this might go wrong and I just don't want to think about that right now.
"Kyle, we already talked about this. I told you I’m not ready."
"Don't you trust me?" Not this question. Why does he always try to make me the bad one?
"Of course I do. I’m just not ready to do it. Give me time!"
"Maria, I love you and I really respect you, but I wanna be with you in the biblical sense."
Oh, Kyle, sometimes you are a hopeless case. How many times do I need to tell you that I don't want to do it now?
"Kyle, please not now!"
"Sometimes I think you don't love me."
"What?" Yes, what the hell is he talking about? "If I don't want to sleep with you, then I don't love you. Is that how things work between us? Thanks for letting me know, because I wasn't aware of that."
I pulled away from him and started to walk away, but he stopped me.
"Hey, it's not like that. All I’m saying is that we love each other and that's the most important thing. Even if things don't work the way we want them to and even if our first time isn’t that awesome, it won't matter because we respect each other."
"I know, I know, I’m just feeling pressured with all these questions and that’s making me nervous."
"Okay, enough about that," he says and hugs me.
Yes, we have our little fights, but at the end of the day we know that we’re perfect for each other.
Hello, my name is Isabel Guerin and I’m 16 years old. I attend East Harlem high school and right now I’m walking on foot to school. I don't live that far away. The only thing that might happen to me is meeting Tess and her gang. I don't understand why she’s so hostile with me. We used to be friends at the beginning of high school. I tried to help her and she went nuts. Okay, I get it, she doesn’t want my help and I’m really trying to stay away from her, but she’s constantly accusing me of things I haven't done. I don't know what's going on with her, but I truly hope to not have problems with her today. And just as I said this, I see her and some of her friends - those boys that have nothing to do with their lives. Sometimes I wonder why they were even born. I mean seriously. Why do we need people who don't want to study or work? The only thing they know is how to fight and steal. And of course some of them are in the business of drug dealing. Yes, their existence is so pointless. Not that I care, they can screw their lives however they want. I get out of my thoughts only to find the group just in front of me. Am I wrong or are they too close to me?
"Well, well. Didn't your mother teach you to not walk alone in the streets?" I hear Nicolas's voice. His voice makes me shiver. He’s so short and small and yet so disturbing.
"What do you want?" I ask them. I know they want to have fun and I’m just not in the mood for that, so straight to the point.
"Not so fast, doll!" I hear Jessie's voice. Seriously where they have lived for the past 16 years? I’m not a doll and that's not any way to talk to a lady. Of course, they would have that if they were gentlemen. They’re just boys who don't know how to behave.
"I don't have time for you, so tell me what you want?" I know I’m kind of rude, but they deserve it.
"Feisty one!" I hear Max's voice. Of course he’ll have something to say. They always have something 'interesting' to share. Like I’m interested in their opinion of me. "You should watch your mouth. You wouldn't wanna get hurt!"
Did he just threaten me? I’m sure they’re capable of a lot of things. After all they are criminals. I can't believe that Tess defends them. I mean seriously, who would want to have anything at all to do with these individuals? I don't have enough words to describe them. You’ve gotta be really demented if you think they’re cool people. I’m not saying that I'm perfect, but they represent everything that I despise in people.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" I ask him. He is a man; he can at least say what he wants without using profound phrases that doesn't suit him.
Jessie pulled a knife from his pocket, moved even closer to me and put it near my throat. I have to say I had the feeling that I could hear him breathing. He was that close to me. And the knife didn't help the situation. What did they want?
"Just for you to stay out of my life!" I hear Tess's voice. And finally I know the reason for this lovely visit. She’s using her friends to tell me something. Why does this girl think I'm guilty of everything that happens to her? Is she delusional or something? I try to not even talk to her and yet she always seems to be frustrated with me for something.
"Not a problem. I do that all the time," I answered and tried to get away, but Jessie stopped me and held me in place with his arm.
"No, you’re apparently not doing it. Otherwise I wouldn't have problems with Michael!"
Michael? Okay, what's up with this girl? I haven’t talked with Michael the last few days and I’m in no position to tell him what to do.
"What? I haven't done anything."
"Yeah, right and I believe you."
"What's going on here?" I heard the voice of the new math teacher - Mr. Sorenson. Thank God that he had appeared in time. I may sound brave, but deep inside I was really scared. These boys are capable of anything.
"Nothing, Mr. Sorenson. These boys were just bothering Isabel, but I saved her," Tess answers. How hypocritical can someone be? Tess smiled gently. Then she turned around, looked me straight in the eyes and mouthed, 'Don't tell him anything!' Like I would. I know her very well. The more I try to get even with her, the more she’ll try to hurt me. I just want her to leave me alone.
"Is that true, Isabel?"
"Yes, Mr. Sorenson!" I answer and run away.
I nod and Max, Jessie, and Nicolas leave me alone with Sorenson. I know they can handle themselves, just not the way I want. Sorenson is my teacher and I don't want problems with him. Not that I can't intimidate him, I’m just trying to play nice. If he doesn't wanna do it, then my friends will show him the right way to communicate with me. I head to the school, but he stops me and grabs my hand.
"I'm not finished, Tess."
"Not finished with what?" It's so much fun to play mind games with young teachers like him.
"Don't play dumb with me!" See, I asked him a normal question and he’s playing games with me. I told you, it’s total fun.
"I’m not playing, Mr. Sorenson!"
"Tess, I know very well that you didn't help Isabel!" Oh, not again with this crap. Now he’s gonna to tell me how bad I am because I’m bothering his favorite student. I don't wanna hear it.
"How do you know?"
"Well, for example, there was a knife. You know I’m not blind." Thank God, he’s not blind otherwise he wouldn’t be a teacher. Not that I like him or anything. I hate all teachers, but I kinda think he’s sexy.
"And since you know there was a knife, I guess you saw that the knife belongs to one of the boys."
"One of the boys? I’ve seen you with those boys several times."
"Well, yeah, they live in the neighborhood and sometimes they attack me too."
"Yeah, right. I guess part of the attack is laughing with them. Tess, I know well that they’re your friends. Leave Isabel alone!"
"I’ll expel you!"
"You can't do that!"
"Believe me I can. Attacking a classmate with a knife is very good reason."
With that Sorenson leaves me with an open mouth in the yard. Is he serious? And I thought that I’d handle him smoothly. I guess that won't happen. I’ll need somebody's help. God I hate Isabel. This is her fault.