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Prolouge
"Bella, sweetie, you need to wake up!" I can still remember how my Mom shook me, forcing me to wake up. I was eight and it was the middle of the night. I wiped my eyes, confused as to why mom was waking me up at a stupid hour. "Bella, it's your dad... we need to drive over to Forks and see him." Suddenly I was no longer tired. Sure I was eight but I was smart enough to know when something wasn't right. I shot out of bed and saw Renee had already packed me a suitcase and was starting to wheel it out to the car. I felt tears slowly build within my eyes, coming to terms with the situation and that something was seriously wrong with Charlie, before they quickly escaped and began freely cascading down my cheeks. If it wasn't serious I wouldn't be woken up at this ridiculous hour and my mom wouldn't be running to the car to get me to Forks.
How we actually got to Forks was still a blur- all I remember was sitting in a rental car driving from the airport to the hospital. When I realised what direction we were going in I felt the tears start to fall again and me rapidly wiping them away. Renee slid her hand over mine and whispered "It's okay baby, it will all be okay." causing me to cry more. I didn't want things to be okay. For things to be okay, things had to first be bad. I just wanted everything to be how it had been my whole life. Mom parked the car in the hospital car park and pulled me inside, asking the receptionist where Charlie was.
We were escorted into a private room in the centre of A&E where a white haired doctor was just finishing putting stitches in my dad's eyebrow. I sprinted towards him and jumped on the bed, resting my head into his shoulders. "Hey kiddo, do you mind? You're getting my shirt wet." he joked, nudging me. I just wanted him to tell me what was wrong; I wanted to know what he'd done. Noticing me looking at his eyebrow he grabbed my hands. "I just fell sweetie, I hit my head on the step coming home from work." he reassured me. I refused to believe him. I wouldn't be dragged out of bed to come to him after he'd fallen over and he wouldn't still be in the hospital after all this time.
"Bella, I need you to be a brave girl for me, sweetie." he whispered into my ear as he pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm not exactly very well right now, but I need you to be strong so I can be strong." he finished. I asked him if he would be okay and, much to my disappointment, there was no reply; he just tightened his grip and kissed the top of my head.