I heard it all over again: the screeching sound of metal tearing against the pavement, the frantic screams of the people around us-asking if we were alright, if anyone was seriously hurt- and the gentle patter of the vicious rain that had caused our car to swerve and flip. My father was in the driver's seat and he turned to face me.

"Bella! Bella, are you alright?" he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks. I looked around and out of the windows. Our last roll had brought us back on the tires. Nothing was still in place, though. Bags and boxes and clothes and toys were everywhere and anywhere. My gaze fell on my father again and I opened my mouth before closing it again. What would I tell him? Yes? That everything and myself was fine? I couldn't, because even from my spot far back here in the car, I could notice the ever so subtle fact that my mother's chest hadn't risen or fallen once since we became still a minute ago.

"Momma," I whispered. In an instant, his head whipped to the woman beside him. His jaw fell open. "Renee," he said in a hoarse, broken whisper. Slowly, his hand reached out to hold hers. As his fingers wrapped around her palm, Irina, my adopted older sister, choked out a cry. "Momma, no, please no. Oh, God, no, please. Please, just let me take her place. Momma, I love you," she cried, burying her head in her hands. I looked out the window at all the emergency vehicles outside. It's all really happening, I thought. Everything is changing.

"Bella, Bella, are you okay?" asked Mary Alice, our family's maid. Suddenly, my surroundings flooded around me. The familiar living room came into focus as I saw the fireplace flickering as the flames danced behind the screen. My hands ran along the stitching on the couch as I looked up from the floor into her eyes. "Oh, Mary Alice. Yes, I'm fine, thank you," I answered, pleading in my mind for her to leave me alone. Instead, she smiled and sat down beside me. "Thinking of your mother? I can understand why. Renee was a very sweet and compassionate woman. A bit on the wild side, I might add, but it was all apart of her charm, I suppose. You're not the only one who misses her, you know. Just last night, I heard Irina crying out to her. It is the anniversary of the night she died. Your father doesn't want to show how much it bothers him, for Sue's sake, I'm sure, but I know he thinks of Renee as well. I know I most certainly do. And I know she wouldn't want her two beautiful daughters to be without a mother, so I'm happy Charlie has Sue. You need a mother," she said, attempting to cheer me up. I saw red. How dare she call that woman my mother! She is nothing like the woman I lost twelve years ago. My mother is not Sue Swan. Never will she ever be!

I cleared my throat. "Yes, well, I have to go. I need to be alone. After all, I want to grieve for my mother," I said, rising from the couch and adding emphasis on the word mother. "Please tell my father and Mrs. Swan that I will not be joining them for dinner. I will get dinner on my way home. Good evening, Mary Alice," I dismissed with a curt nod, before turning and walking out of the front door.

Okay, so it's really short, kind of an introductary chapter. What do you think? Shoul I continue the story, or quit while I'm ahead? Review and tell me!