Introduction: Bella and Rosalie are sisters who live with their father, Charlie. As close as they are, will they let a certain boy come between them? This story will be told only from Bella's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Twilight but in my story I do own their personality traits. (So ha, Stephenie Meyer! LOL)

What would you do if you saw your first love in the arms of someone else? Would you scream into your pillow at night or would you lose sleep over the matter? Could you bear to watch them at school, walking hand in hand? Would you dare to watch them look lovingly into each others' eyes for what seemed like hours?

If you could, then you're stronger than me. I didn't just scream into my pillow and lose sleep. My life became affected by a single relationship; my sister's relationship to be exact.

If only you knew what she did to me? You would understand then. It would be self explanatory. Then you would condone what I did. I didn't mean to. It just happened. It's like we're drawn to each other- like magnets. You could even say that it was innocent. Nothing bad could from it. Or could it?

"Rosalie, hold on!" I screamed. The paramedics whisked my older sister away and into the ambulance. "Dad, I don't know why…" I whispered.

"Bella, that doesn't matter right now. We need to get to the hospital."

I nodded. I followed my dad out to his police cruiser and we followed the ambulance. I stared ahead watching the blinking red lights fade into the distance. She had to be okay. My sister was strong; one of the strongest people I ever met. She would make it. Yet, I had a terrible feeling in my gut. Something wasn't right. Something was going to happen and it was my fault. I did this. We parked right outside of the hospital, ignoring the no parking allowed sign. This was an emergency, with no time to waste. My father ran inside the hospital and I was close on his heels.

"Rosalie Swan?" My dad asked.

"She was just admitted in a few minutes ago. You need to stay here and wait until the doctors are through, Mr. Swan."

"Thanks." My dad muttered. He and I walked over to the waiting area and took a seat. It was quite empty due to the late hour of the night. My father and I sat in silence, glancing at each other on occasion. I tried to smile, hoping to life my father's spirits but utterly failing. I recognized the expression. It was one I had seen many years before. It was the same expression he had when my mother died. He was depressed for months. His friend, Billy Black, was considering taking my sister and me in, so my father could mourn alone. But instead my father became closer to my sister and me, trying to be the best father he could me without the woman he married.

"Bella, is she okay?" Emmett asked while rushing over to me and Charlie. Emmett was Rosalie's best friend.

"We don't know." I whispered.

Emmett came over, put his arm around me, and said,

"She'll be alright, Bella Boo. Don't worry about Rosalie. She's strong."

I glanced up and saw tears in his eyes. It was a sight to see, since I have never seen the boy that I referred to as my big brother, cry. I laid my head down on his shoulder and let the tears fall that I had been keeping in. I wanted to stay strong for my father but I couldn't anymore.

"Did anyone call Edward?" I asked.

"Why? He doesn't need to be here." Emmett growled.

"They are in a relationship, remember? Even if you don't call him, someone needs to call Alice. She'll be upset if we don't tell her."

"That's right. I have Alice's number. I'll call her." He removed his arm from my shoulders and I put my head in my hands. "I'll be right back."

I heard Emmett walk away, dialing a number on his phone.

"Hey Alice, you need to come to the hospital. Something's happened to Rose."

Then he disappeared down the hall. I stood up, not wanting to wallow in my sorrow. I walked over to the huge window and stared outside. It had started to rain. The rain hit the windows, leaving droplets of rain to run down the clear barrier. They resembled the tears that fell down my face. I turned away not being able to face something that reminded me of my sadness.

"Bella."

I looked up and there he was. His hair and clothes were wet from the rain. I ran over to him, his arms wrapping around me.

"What happened?" He whispered against my hair.

"It's my fault." I muttered. "It's all my fault."

"Shh…Bella, you did nothing wrong. You could never do anything wrong."

"Edward, I did do something wrong. What happened between us should have never happened." I whispered.

I pulled away from him and waiting for him to say something. His expression had changed to a pained one.

"Do you regret it?" He asked.

I had never seen a face that held so much pain before and to know that I caused it. How much hurt was I allowed to cause? Because so far, I have hurt one person and I cannot bear to hurt another. But what if I have to? I can't let this continue, no matter how much I want him. He doesn't belong with me. He belongs with her.

"Yes." I whispered the tears falling again.

"Fine." He said. I watched as he reached for his ringing phone and answered it. "Hey Alice. Yeah, I'm at the hospital. I'll come and get you. No, I haven't heard any word on how she's doing. Okay, bye." I watched him turn and walk out of the hospital. Suddenly, I felt my knees go weak. I fell to the ground, crying harder than before.

"Bella, honey, are you okay?"

I shook my head. Of course, I wasn't okay. I just let my first love walk away, when he could have been mine. This is too much.

"Is the family of Rosalie Swan here?" I heard a voice ask.

"Yes." I heard my dad answer. I look up and watched my father walk over to the doctor. "How's she doing, doc?"

A/N: Hey guys, I hoped you enjoyed my story. Please review and I plan to update soon.