Summary: Isabella Swan has a few skeletons in her closet, and her best friend Rosalie Hale, has been trying to get her to move on from them. When Bella finally turns 18, the two move from Chicago, to the city of Forks, WA, where they meet Emmett, Jasper, Alice, and Edward Cullen. Turns out, the Cullen's have a few skeletons of their own.

I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters. I'm simply making a story from them all. :]

BPOV

I stared at the names in front of me.

Michael Swan 1994-2000

Renee Swan 1966-2000

Charlie Swan 1964-2000

It was a list. A list of the three most important people in my life. It's been ten years since the day I lost them all, today. I know everyone says that it gets easier, and in some ways, it does. I've made friends, I've had foster parents, and I've learned to accept what happened to them. However, you still carry everything with you, because when you truly love someone, and they leave, they're never really gone. So, every year, on this day, I sit here, by their graves, and remember.

"Mommy, can't you go any faster? I'm sleepy." I whined in my eight year old voice to my mother.

We were on a trip back from seeing my brother's first grade play, and I was very, very tired.

"I'm trying, Bells, but it's raining. We can't go any faster." She explained to me, calmly.

I looked at my father for some sort of help, but he just smiled at me, and leaned back in his seat.

I copied him, and closed my eyes, and smiled.

Until I felt a jerk from the left side of me, and I heard my mother screaming.

"Bella, sweetheart, are you almost ready?" I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and I opened my eyes and looked at the face of my very best friend.

"Yeah, Rose, I'll be at the car in a second." And with that, she left.

My eyes flew open, and I felt us falling, and falling, until I felt us hit water. The car started filling up with it, and I just kept screaming and screaming, because I didn't know what else to do. My dad turned around in his seat, unsuccessfully trying to unbuckle himself, and tried helping me instead. Soon the car was filled with water, and all I felt was darkness.

I had woken up the next day in the hospital. The doctors later informed me that we had been hit by another car going on the other side of the bridge as us, and we fell into the water.

I was the only one who lived.

Don't ask me what made me so special, but someone, somewhere decided to save me, and for that, I will always feel lucky.

Except on days like today, when I feel like the most unlucky girl in the world.

I touched each of their headstones once again, laid down my flowers, said goodbye, and walked toward my best friend, her car with all of my things in it, and a new life.

Leaving all of this behind me.