Never in my life would I have thought that the events that have happened in the past would have actually happened.

Flashback

Katherine and I were going shopping today for the first time since she started going out with Damon. She is my one and only friend outside of the family that I actually trust. We have been in and out of trouble since middle school.

"I can't believe Darius actually let you borrow his car." Kat finally breaking out of the jokes.

"I know but mine is still in the shop and you know I don't and will never drive the mustang unless it's all I have left." I commented.

"What are his conditions? You and I both know that just because you are his sister doesn't mean that he will leave you off the hook."

"Ugh, we cannot go any further then the mall, no one can touch it. Oh and my favorite one of all, if anyone is to drive it other than me the consequences are so bad he won't even know what he is going to do until the information gets back to him." I started laughing towards the end.

You see Darius is really attached to his car. It is a '67 mustang and no one; I mean no one is allowed to drive it. He fixed the car up completely. I have one too but Hell I bought mine at a car show, well mom did before she died. I have never had the guts to drive it anywhere.

The only reason that he is letting us borrow his car is because my BMW's engine decided die on me. Yeah great car, bad timing.

"You know it could have been a lot worse." Katherine bringing me out of my musing.

"This my dear friend is very true"

We are sitting at a red light just talking about our best times together when I get hit from behind.

"Kat you okay?"

"Yeah are you?"

"Yeah. Shit I'm so not facing Darius now." I turn and look at her when I finish and all I see is what is coming behind her. A black SUV doesn't even seem to be slowing down. I can feel the shock that I'm pretty sire is written all over my face.

"Isabella Salvatore you are scaring me what's wr-"She is cut off by the impact.

From that point on things because a haze, and the next thing I know I'm sitting with Katherine.

"Bells I hurt."

"I know I do too. But we are going to be okay."

"Promise me that we will be fine. Promise me Isabella."

"I-I.." I hesitate and see how scared she is."I promise you Katherine that we are going to be fine." I really don't know who needed convincing more, me or her.

"Don't leave me Bells..." I start to feel like I'm in two different places right now."Don't leave Bel-"She is cut off and I lose her.

"Miss can you hear me?" the angel says

I start to open my eyes and look around.

"Kat. Come on Kat." I say, but she isn't moving. "KATHERINE!" the paramedic keeps pushing me to lie down. Does he not understand that I have to make sure that she is okay? I promised her that we would be okay.

"Miss you need to lye still." He says

"Get the hell off of me, I have to make sure she is okay." I tell him but he would let me get up.

"Miss tell me yours and your friend's name?" He asked calmly.

"Uh-uh I'm Isabella Salvatore and that is Katherine Peirce."

"Okay good, now my name is Charlie Swan and we are going to take you to the hospital, okay."

"Yes, but I need to know….Is-is she going to be okay?" I stutter out.

"I'm sorry. She is gone." That is when the blackness took over.

Katherine. It can't be, she is the stronger of the two of us. Hell she can deal with any shit that is thrown her way. Take down anyone that is in her way to what she wants. She can't be…..dead.

I don't know how long I have been out or what is going on all I know is that it is all my fault that Kat didn't make it. My one and only best friend is gone. Great perfect, what else do you have up your sleeve? Huh?

Beep-Beep. What the hell is that? Beep-Beep. Where am I? Well here is one thing I do know, I am defiantly not I'm my -Beep. I start to open my eyes, but it is really bright. I try again and look to my left and I can defiantly tell I'm not at home. I look down and see the unmistakable head of brown hair that I could pick out of a crowd any day. Stefan. My baby brother, the one that I have taken care of since mom died. I look behind him and see Darius. He is 5 minutes older than me and we are attached to the hip. Always have been and will be 'til the day we die.

"Darius" I think I got that out but even to my ears it sounded like a groan. He hears me anyways and is by my side in a second.

"Hey hey shhh. It's okay. How do you feel Bell?" When he asks that I felt my left hand being squeezed, I look over and Stefan is looking at me with pain written all over his face. His eyes are blood shot and his face is blotchy.

"Ughhh. I hurt a lot." I look at Darius and he has the same expression that Stefan does."Darius I'm so, so sorry." I cried.

"Shh, its okay I promise. All I care about it that you are alright… Bells what happened exactly." Darius asks

"We were talking about all the rules you set for the car, and joking around when we got hit from behind. We were fine and then I looked at Kat and-and….. " Realization finally hits me "Where's Kat? Darius where is she? Where is Katherine?"

All he is doing is sitting there I need the answers damnit!

"B, Katherine was pronounced dead at the scene." I look at Stefan like he has two heads.

"What no, I promised her that we would be okay. She can't be gone." I can feel the tears flowing down now.

"I'm sorry Bells."

End Flashback

Yeah being 16 and losing your best friend in a car accident doesn't help. Nor does it help that your father is the richest man in the whole town of Forks, Washington. In fact being the daughter of a multi-billionaire in a small town does not help. All the attention is on you. The lone survivor of a tradric accident. What a life.

And about 2 years later father dies. Now to say that I was said about that would be the biggest lie in history because I wasn't. Nope not at all. But that left, can't be bothered with anything Damon at 20, Darius and me just turned 18, and little Stefan at 16. So what do we do, me and Darius take custody of Stefan while our older brother is out god knows where sleeping with all the single woman. Yes he is the best role model ever. Not.

None of us were sad to see father gone. He was never the affectionant one and after mom died the only times he was there for us is if we needed anything or got in trouble. Even then he was barely there. We all got our share of the fortune, college funds, and anything we wanted to be split between us.

Once Stefan graduated the three of us went to Seattle for school. And here we are, I'm 24 years old and I'm back at my parent's house with my two brothers. Little did I know that moving back would be as troublesome as it has become.