Hi everyone. I wanted to try a new type of story. I don't know if it is any good or not but I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

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Bella's POV

Charlie Swan was my father. He was a husband and he had a family. Charlie Swan is dead and I must suffer with life after the war.

My mum is depressed and suicidal. My younger sister and brother are too young to fend for themselves. I am their mother, carer and sister. All in one. I am their family.

My life isn't easy. I go to school and listen to what people say about people who go to war. They say they are evil, hate filled people that fight because they are screwed in the head. My father wasn't like this. He was a man that loved his country enough to go and help them. He died in action. He died a hero.

Well not a hero in everyone's eyes. Just mine. After the Vietnam war people hated the Vietnam veterans. They hated the people that gave them their rights and freedom. Many of these men had no chose but to go to war because they were told that or to go to jail.

My father was the man that sat in the dirt and bug infested swamp trying to rescue his friend. His friend died in his arms. And my father died dragging his friend out of the swamp. Trying to get him somewhere where he could get a proper burial. My father stepped on a mine.

The metal shredded and burnt his skin. People searched all over the valley for his body pieces. They found his hand. Clutching onto his dog tags.

Our last remnant of him was his dog tags. He was cremated and his ashes were scattered into the Fork's forest. That was what he wanted. He didn't want a huge burial. He didn't want to be remembered.

But that was a hard thing to do.

I am seventeen years old. My father died when I was fifteen. My little sister Alice is two and I have a little Brother Emmett who is also two. They are twins and were born 3 days before my father died.

My name is Bella and I am the girl who must live everyday like a mother. I am the girl who must support her family. I am the girl who must push away her dark and suicidal thoughts for her family.

And I am the girl who must live for her families survival...

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I know that this was really short but I just thought I would give writing something like this a try. If you like it review. I will keep writing if I get a good response.

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