I do not own any of the characters from the Twilight series.

I however do own Emo, Teer, and other various characters that will be added in this story.

I also forgot how old Edward was so he is 18 in this story.

BEFORE!!!!

I raised my head from the hospital bed, I heard my mother pleading with someone. "Please, you can save him…." That was all I could hear, she must have been talking about my brother, he was almost as sick as her, the only reason I was here is because my father had walked out on her when I was born, my mother and my brother where all I had, and I knew I would loose both of them soon.

I got up from the bed and slowly walked over to the other room, mother was there pleading with a nurse, who looked sadly at her. Mother was about to die, she was pale and her eyes where glossy.

No one knew I was her daughter; all they knew was Ed was her child, and that he was sick.

As soon as the nurse woman left, I ran into the room and jumped onto the bed with my mother.

"Elisibeth Maddy Oconner, what did I tell you about doing that?" My mother whispered softly.

"Sorry mom." I said, knowing that she only used my full name when she was in a bad state, she did not seem to realize that though.

Mother was about to die, and I knew it, I had to do all I could to please her.

My brownish hair fell to the sides of my face, and I reached out with a small pale hand and placed it on hers.

"It's alright." Mom murmured softly to me, "I must look a mess." She said in a small laughing voice.

"No mom, you're as beautiful as ever, I'm surprised no one has come to the door to watch you sleep." I had a smile on my face.

"Elisibeth, you are a treasure." She said, and the sound of her weak voice broke my heart. "Even though you are 13, you act way over your age, taking care of me like this."

"Don't talk like that mom." I said, trying to convince myself that she wasn't going to die even though I knew she was. "You'll be up in no time."

"Maybe your right Elisibeth Maddy, but I want you to do me a favor, go get some rest, you look exhausted."

It was true, I was tired, but I did not want to leave.

I opened my mouth to argue but she shook her head weakly. "Just do it for me love." She said.

I lowered my head and slowly got off her bed, I glanced at Ed and he was shuddering. I walked over slowly and pulled the blankets higher onto his body, tucking him in like a small child even though he was 18.

After doing that, I slowly walked to my room, looking over my shoulder several times to glance at them. Finally, I was in my own room and I crawled into the cold white bed, and closed my eyes. I did not go to sleep however, if I did nightmares would take over and I would wake up screaming. I lay there for several hours until night came.

Then I got up, setting my feet onto the cold stone floor I walked back to my mom's room.

She was as still as stone, her skin paler than ever, and I did not see her chest rise and fall. I ran over but froze when I saw something else, Ed's bed was empty. He was gone. I finally got to my mother's bed and felt her hand.

Cold as icy, now warm like it had been earlier.

"Mom?" I asked softly, in a scared voice.

She didn't answer.

"Mommy?"

Still no answer.

My mother had died, and I had known it would happen.

As I look back on those days it still fills me with questions and sadness.

Where had Ed gone? Why did mom die? What had she been asking the nurse to do?

I'm 16 at the moment, well more than the moment truly, I have been 16 for over 80 years. I haven't aged a day.

How did this happen, even I don't know the facts that well.

I had been in need of money and had volunteered for trying out some odd drug. I was given a months worth of pills and told to take one every day.

The first week everything had gone great, I have felt alive, and happy.

The second week my eye color had changed, they had turned purple, from light green.

The third week went ok.

The fourth week I had gone back to report to the people who had given me the pills to find the building burned, someone had trapped everyone inside and set fire to it just the day before.

After that, I had gone about my regular life, but after a year I realized something was wrong, I hadn't grown any taller, even though I was already five feet, eleven and a half inches, and my face looked just like it had a year ago.

I started to keep track of the years, and for five years, I had not aged.

It scared me, I was trapped as a 16 year old forever I thought, and it turns out I was right.

However, that is not all that had happened to me.