I don't own any origional Twilight Characters, any other creations are of my own mind.
I always said I wanted a sister. Please don't misunderstand me, I was quite happy with it being just my mom and me, but to have someone to talk to, someone to share my fears and dreams, it would have been nice.
Forgive me. My name is Robyn, I lived with my mother in a town outside of Ottawa in Canada. It was just the two of us, and we were happy.
My birthday was in a couple days, I would be turning 16. Mom was heading out to do a quick grocery at the 24hour shop; she wanted to pick up a couple ingredients for the dinner she was planning. I didn't think anything of it when she wasn't home when she expected to be (she was always running into people she knew there), so I went to bed. – Please don't think badly of my mom for leaving me at home alone at night, we lived in a good part of town, and it was safe. –
A persistent knocking at the door woke me up. The clock said it was after midnight. Two police officers were on the porch.
"Are you Robyn Brown? We're sorry, but there's been an accident. We're here to take you to the hospital."
There is no way to describe what that felt like. My mother was hurt, quite possibly dying and here were two people that were taking me to see her. I grabbed my coat and purse and was out the door.
Arriving at the hospital I was taken to the room my mother was in. She was hooked up to machines; looked battered and torn. I could hear the doctors at the nurses' station across the hall talking about brain death, and organ donation. I prayed they weren't talking about my mother, but I knew they were.
I'll spare even you (my dearest diary) the details of the next few days, simply because I don't want to remember them. My mother was a wise woman, and had all her affairs in order just in case. She also had the contact information for my biological father even though I had never met him or knew anything about him. My mother had told me that they had dated briefly when she was just 19. He had married young, but the marriage didn't last. I guess you could say that my mother was his rebound, and that probably should have bothered me but it didn't. I knew more love from my mother in 16 years than most people know in a lifetime. The relationship between my mother and my biological father was over before she knew she was pregnant.
My mother's lawyer had contacted my father, informing him of the situation and that he was now my legal guardian. I packed up what I couldn't bear to part with and flew across the country to my new life.
(Author's Note: This is my first written fic, please be gentle. I hope to have a new chapter up later tonight or early tomorrow. R&R Please and Thanks)