Summary: AH, AU, OOC/IC. EXB. What would you feel if the one you loved had his life numbered? Travel along with Bella Swan as she experiances heart-ache and hope for the future.

The Last Lecture

We had been best friends ever since the day I had first stepped onto the playground at Forks Elementary. I could remember the life that was burning in the little boy's eyes, as I stared at his cute chubby cheeks and bronze hair. His voice was high-pitched and his skin was fair. The sunlight shined on him as he jumped around and played on the jungle gym.

I would follow behind him as we played Follow the Leader and then we would sit on the ground playing Duck, Duck, Goose with just ourselves. Life was so carefree back then.

A child could become instantly happy when he/she sees that the sun is shining and that it is a perfect day to play. Then their mood can be switched automatically when they see the clouds and hear the boisterous thunders. Children were so predictable that way.

It made no sense to most adults, but now that I am almost 18, I have heard and felt the stresses of adulthood be brought upon me quickly with just one phone call.

"He is in the hospital." His mom said from the other line.

I gazed out the window, of course, the rain was pounding hard against the glass and my mood was dreary and uneased. I sighed heavily, knowing that this day was going to come.

Ever since age 15, he had became slower and slower. Instead of walking to school, like we did ever since 3rd grade, we had to car pool with his mom and my mom. The car rides were always awkward because I knew that something was wrong with him.

Now, as I pictured my best friend laying there in the hospital all by himself, I felt a rush telling me that I had to act quickly.

"Then I guess you will know where to find me." I said, then slammed the phone on the reciever. My hands immediately went to my hair as I looked around my bedroom. There were articles of clothing lying around and I sighed heavily as I grabbed them off the floor and placed them into my over night bag.

Shoes, socks, shirts, pants, tampons, face cleansers... I was making a mental list in my head as I paced around the room gathering things in my arms and then dropping them into the bag.

I zipped the bag shut as soon as I was done, and then grabbed my car keys off my night stand. I slipped on my flip flops and fast-walked down the stairs, making sure not to fall.

"Headed to the ER." I called out to Charlie, as I passed the kitchen on my way to the front door.

"Hold up." He called. I walked backwards to the door opened to the kitchen. Charlie was sitting at the table. He looked up at me then started to fold his paper and place it on the table. "Now where do you think you're going?" He asked in his mono-toned voice.

"It's Edward." I whispered. His brows shot up and he sighed deeply.

"You could get there faster with a police escort." He said. I knew that he was trying to be helpful, but the thought of being caught dead in a police cruiser made me shudder.

"Thanks dad, but I don't know how long I will be staying. So I should take my own car just in case." I said, stepping backwards to start heading towards the door again.

"Tell Edward that I said I was sorry." He called to me. I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, knowing that he couldn't see me.

The wind hit me fiercefully and I grabbed onto my back tighter. The rain was pouring, so I jumped off the porch and ran towards my truck.

I opened the door, and it screached from the sudden action. I threw my bag onto the passenger side of the car, along with my purse and climbed in, shutting the door as well.

My hand went to my pocket and I jingled the keys from my unsteady hands. I placed it into the truck and it roared to life.

I sped down the road, and as I was driving towards the hospital, I kept having flash backs.

"I'm scared." I said honestly, as I sat on the 8 year old boy's bed, holding my teddy tightly against my chest.

"Me too." He said, placing a hand on my shoulder, as I gazed up into his deep eyes. His eye lashes fluttered and my breath seemed to be taken away from me.

The thunder hit his house hard with a loud boom and I pressed myself into Edward's side. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. "I feel safer when you hold me like this." I said to him.

He pulled my chin up and kissed my forehead. "Seriously Bella, what are best buds for?" He asked. I chuckled then tucked my head into the crook of his neck, falling back onto the bed and then gently falling asleep.

I laughed at the memory. We had always been close, and it was my 16th year when I realized how truely in love with him I was. He used to just be a brother, and I used to wish that he was, but now, I am glad that he wasn't.

I pulled into the hospitals parking lot and grabbed my things, slinging them over my shoulder before walking into the too familiar building.

I worked my way to the counter to find a lady with wrinkles and curly hair at the computer. "How may I help you?" She asked me, her specticals sliding down her nose.

The pressed her index finger to the rim and slid them back into place. I sighed, "I'm here to see Edward Cullen."

"Are you a family relative?" She asked.

I smiled. "Yes, I am a sister."

She sat up from her seat and walked around the desk to my side, "Right this way, Miss."

I followed behind her, wondering how the halls seemed to have gotten longer, as I walked.

TBC.

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