New story! Once again, I apologize for not updating my other stories, I'm trying best as well. In this story, I'm sorry if things don't add up, I'm starting to re-read the Twilight series once again.

If you're not a fan of Twilight, and only here to hate, go away.

Oh also, y'know how Bella hates the wet? Well, its gonna be a little different here. Please keep in mind that some of the things in my story are different, and some may be made up.

Disclaimer:

Don't own twilight.

I stared at the rain falling, from the outside of my window, and felt a smile come to my face. One of the many things I loved about Forks, is the consistency of the rain here. It brought a strange sense of relief and comfort. It was a strange thing when it would rain in my hometown, and as children, my brother and I would love to get wet. Mother would chide us, but we knew she was only playing around. People would usually judge but our family didn't mind whatsoever.

"You don't gain anything from the rude opinions of others."

She would always say that when I questioned her why most of our neighbors didn't like us.

My brother would try to distract me from the rude name calling of others. As a child, I was extremely shy and didn't hang out with many people, so I would always be teased, saying that my only friends were my family. At the time, I couldn't see why that was such a bad thing. I thought that your one true friends were your family. They'd never abandon you. At least, that was what I thought.

After my brother left, I became distraught. He had promised to always be there for me, he promised that he would never leave. And then one day, he was just...gone. Whenever I questioned mother she would quickly bring something else up, sometimes only saying, "He's on a trip Isabella", if he was on a trip, I knew he would have told me. We told each other everything. One could tell when the other was feeling down, we weren't twins. But our bond was so strong, that it hurt how easily he left without taking in consideration on how I would feel.

Did I not matter to him? I asked myself. Had I become annoying, and too dependent on him that he felt suffocated by everything? I would always convince myself that, that wasn't true.

And then a few months later I had overheard he had joined an army. Angry, bitter tears had welled up in my eyes, that I had almost spent a week inside my room, not bothering to eat at all. My only best friend was gone, my brother was gone. Just to join a cause that didn't involve him. Yes, it would eventually affect our lives, but him willingly going hurt so much. How could he have left without telling me?

But then, mother became extremely sick. It started out as a headache at first, I would lay a small damp towel on her forehead to try to relieve the pain, but it hadn't done anything. I had to do all the chores at home that mother would normally do. Papa was busy with work usually, as much as he tried to take care of mother, it was to no avail. He was too busy. He too was distraught about the abandonment of my brother. He tried his best to not think about him because whenever he did, he would shut down on us.

Mother developed high fevers and would experience chills through her body. She would sweat buckets per day, and I could do nothing but stand aside holding her hand throughout her painful days. She would moan in pain that was caused by her back and abdominal.

We weren't rich, but we weren't exactly poor. Papa would take us on a trip usually to where he would work, and give us a treat. So our doctor wasn't the best. He didn't have a clue what was wrong with her. And told us that she should maintain hydrated and have plenty of rest. He didn't understand that all she was rest now. She would tell me different made-up stories while she cooked supper, or when I would go to bed. And now, she couldn't even mumble a sentence out. She didn't eat either.

Papa knew what was happening, we didn't have much many to pay for her medication, so, in distraught and despair, he left for a few days, which turned out to be weeks, and then months. And I had to watch as mothers breath stopped, and her eyes slowly closing shut.

Forever.