Plot: Elizabeth has suffered a loss before she meets Darcy and her loss changes the path in which they go through to live their happily ever after. Will Darcy be able to get the old Lizzy back or is she to suffer from her ghost the rest of her life?

Special Thanks to HAPPYABBEY who has done a remarkable job in correcting all my errors, which are many. Even though it is done, I would love it if you still comment! 98% of all characters belong to Jane Austen. Remake of Pride and Prejudice


It is a truth universally acknowledged that when something completely and unbelievable happens, your brain and your body do not work in unison. Your brain is yelling at you to move, to run, to go get help, to save the people you love while your body protests every attempt to move an inch. Your body is no longer a part of you, it does not comply to the messages being sent from your brain. All you can do is watch as people start to run and yell all around you while you stand rooted to the same place where you watched everything happen.

Then you feel this burning on your skin, this heat that starts from your face and rushes all over your body. It happens so fast that at first you have no idea where it is come from, until your brain sends your body the last and final message that makes you realize that you are not in a nightmare but you are in real life. It seems so surreal that when you notice what actually happens, all you can do is let tears form in your eyes and you start crying without actually knowing why but you know at that moment your entire life will no longer be that safe bubble you always knew.

As Elizabeth finally saw the reality of her situation she rushed to what had once been a car but now only looked like a pile of metal bent in all directions. She was no longer going to see the people she grew up with, the ones that made her who she was. The people that had told her from the moment she was born that they loved her, the people that held her up when she fell down and the ones that told her that nothing was too impossible for her to accomplish. Even though Elizabeth did everything she could to get her family out of the car wreck, a small part in the back of her head told her she was too late; that there was no hope but it took all of her power to reject that small part of her brain. She wanted to think that everything was going to be fine, that her family was going to survive and that in a few years they would all think back and thank God they got out alive. Yet that would not be her reality, and she realized that in the worst possible way.

"Lizzy, help me. I think your dad is alive!" Elizabeth, affectionately known as Lizzy, heard coming from the other side of the car. As Lizzy moved to the other side of the car she saw her friend Jane Lucas trying to remove her dad from the wreckage. As she saw her, all she wanted to do was run away.

Flee and pretend everything was just a nightmare that she would one day wake up from. She could not believe what she was seeing. The man that taught her how to read, the man she used to joke around with was covered head to toe with blood. She could see a gush of blood coming from his left temple and also from a cut on his left cheek. In actuality, all his left side was covered in blood. There was so much of it that Lizzy could not distinguish how many cuts he had on his body. All she could see was that there was too much for anyone's liking.

"Lizzy I know this is too much but please. I need help," Jane repeated with some desperation in her voice.

"Jane, I can't do this!" Lizzy responded with a sadness that was felt more than actually heard.

"I know Lizzy but please… your dad needs you now. You have to be strong!" Jane responded with some anxiety. Just as the words registered in Lizzy's head, she moved to help Jane try to stop the bleeding coming from her dad's head.

"This is too much blood, it won't stop bleeding Jane! Why won't it stop bleeding?" Lizzy asked with some desperation in her voice.

"I don't know Lizzy, just keep pressure on the cut, and just make sure he can breathe."

"Jane, he is barely breathing. Where is the ambulance? Somebody call the ambulance!" Lizzy yelled to anyone that could hear her.

"Lizzy stay focused!"

"I can't do this Jane, I can't do this!" Lizzy replied with so much grief. By this point she could not hold back her tears that where rolling down her face.

As she said this, she heard the ambulance and as she looked up Jane could see a flicker of hope appear in Lizzy's eyes. She too wanted to be as hopeful as her friend but she knew that there was no hope left. Lizzy's dad was barely breathing and she knew Cindy, Lizzy's sister, and her mother had already died. Jane guessed they had died on impact but her sister, Charlotte had been the one to check on them. The only hope Lizzy had was for a miracle to occur but for the first time Jane did not think miracles existed.

"Excuse me. Let us through," one of the ambulance men said as he tried to move though the crowd of people that surrounded the car crash. "Is he still breathing?" he asked as he came to stand next to Lizzy.

"Yes, but very faintly. He is going to be alright, right?" She asked with a hopeful voice that she wanted to believe in but no longer felt.

"We're going to do all we can, but we need to get him to the hospital as soon as possible," he replied as he started to notice the injuries on the older gentleman's body. "Ted, go look if somebody else needs help," he told his companion in a low voice that nobody heard except Lizzy, who was still holding her father's arm.

"What do you mean go help somebody out? What about my father?"

"I am sorry but to be frank, I don't even understand how he is alive. He would never make it to the hospital, I am really sorry."

"No! You can't do that, you can at least try! Please, you have to try!" Lizzy begged with a desperation that broke the hearts of those who could hear her.

"I am truly sorry, but I can't do anything more to help him," the ambulance man told Lizzy with such sympathy that it was as if she was the first person that had lost a loved one. The man kneeling in front of her had seen death more times than he could remember but it always killed him when he had to tell a person that there was no hope, no miracle that could help their relative or friend.

"Please! I don't care. Just do something!" Lizzy started to beg as if she was a child being deprived of her favorite doll. She kept on begging until she felt something move on her lap. As she looked down she saw a pair of light blue eyes staring back at her, with such a sadness that she would forever remember that look because looking back at her was Thomas Bennett, her father. "You're going to be alright. We are going to get though this together, you hear me? You are going to be alright," she kept repeating, trying to make him believe he was going to survive as well as herself.

"Stop. I know I am going to die," Mr. Bennett answered in such a shaky and low voice that it was more of a whisper than anything else. "Just promise me you will be happy," he instructed his daughter. "You have to be strong for everyone else, you are meant to be a leader not a follower." By the end he was barely even understandable but somehow Lizzy knew what he was saying.

"I can't do this without you. Please don't die. Don't leave me alone. I need you," Lizzy said to her father in a devastated voice

"Yes you can, and you will. Just promise me you will find your happiness. Your mother and I love you very dearly. I am really proud of you Eliza. You have always been the best daughter anyone could ask for," were the last words that Mr. Thomas Abraham Bennett said to his favorite daughter on the eve of her 18thbirthday.

In just a few shaky, fragile words he conveyed to his Eliza how much she meant to him and how much he loved her. His words were spoken so soft that they were only heard by Lizzy but they were so powerful that she would always remember that moment, and especially those words for the rest of her life.

"I love you too daddy," she responded with so much emotion of sadness, despair, loneliness but also filled with love as she saw his right arm fall to the ground. She simply looked at him as tears started to fall down one by one, all across her cheeks and landing on her father's face.

A smile started to tug on her lips, because even though her father had just died she realized that if one would to wipe of all the blood, one would think he was just asleep. He looked so tranquil and peaceful. "I am going to miss you."

"Are you okay, Lizzy?" Lizzy spun around from facing the mirror as she was broken from her haze to look at Charlotte, who was leaning on the door with a worried expression on her face

"Ya, I will just be a minute," she spoke in a detached voice

"Are you sure? Because we can wait if you need to talk."

"Char, I told you I was fine. Let's just get this over with, okay?" Lizzy said irritated.

"Fine I will let you off the hook for now but remember: I am here if you need to talk about anything," her best friend responded before she left the room

Lizzy started to withdraw from the world ever since the death of her father, mother and younger sister. She put all her time and energy in planning every detail of the funeral and stopped paying attention to her most basic needs. She would wake up every morning and work so hard that she stopped eating and stopped caring about how she looked. Of course this was to be expected to anyone that lost not only one but three loved ones. The only difference was that for the past days she had not shed a tear for the loss of her family.

The last time she had cried was when she told her father that she loved him, and after that she had not even said their names out loud. Everyone around her was worried for her health, both her physical health and her emotional health. When someone would stop to ask how she felt Lizzy would get irritated and repeat to them that she was feeling peachy. Out of everyone, Charlotte was feeling the withdrawal of Lizzy the hardest. Since childhood they were the best of friends and now she could barely get a few words out of her best friend.

It was the day of the funeral, and all of Meryton came out to say their last farewells to their dear friends. Meryton was a small city located in California with a population of around 1,000. It was one of those cities where everyone knew each other by their first names and each adult, as well as child, went to the same school. The Bennett's were a well known family around the small city. Mr. Thomas Bennett was the high school principal, while his wife was the PTA president. They had two girls. The older was named Elizabeth Rose Bennett. She was the girl next door, she was blessed with a witty tongue and could make anyone laugh even when they were going through a hardship. Both Mr. Bennett and Elizabeth were known for their opinions on politics, literature, religion and views on the world. Everyone would joke around that Elizabeth was a smaller, girl version of Mr. Bennett and very early on she was known to be his favorite daughter. Yet Elizabeth's younger sister was not left behind, Cindy Michelle Bennett was known for her love of sports and, just like Elizabeth, was known to speak her mind. Cindy was taller than Lizzy by a few inches which helped in her sports. The sports she participated in included (but was not limited to) volleyball, basketball, baseball, soccer and swimming. Both Bennett girls were known around the city for their good sense of humor, for their playfulness with children and for their caring nature.

All of these were attributes from there silly but also very caring mother, Mrs. Fanny Bennett. Fanny was the PTA president since Elizabeth was in first grade and organized all the school as well as all the city activities. Everyone knew the Bennett household as the place to go when there was nothing to do. The house was a revolving door with teenagers, and parents alike coming and going and the Bennett's were more than pleased to act as hosts.

Just like any small town, news of the accident spread like wildfire and it took just a couple of seconds before everyone knew the tragedy of the Bennett family. The week after the accident, the unfortunate event was spoken about everywhere, and everyone sympathized with Lizzy. For that week, the Bennett house was still a revolving door but this time it was to go and give their condolences to Lizzy. They had all expected to see this grief stricken girl that did not know what to do, that would cry in the strangest moments, yet what they would find was a girl that revealed no emotion except the occasional irritation.

Lizzy, just like her mother, was the perfect host. She would receive the food that everyone in the neighborhood cooked for her and would listen to them tell stories of her parents when they moved to the city or how her sister made the winning basket at last year's championship. Lizzy would just sit there and listen to all the stories and would then bid them farewell just so a new group of neighbors would come up after the last had left and the cycle would begin again.

"Where is Lizzy? I can't find her anywhere," Jane asked. Jane Lucas was part of the group of friends that Lizzy had since kindergarten. Apart from Charlotte, she was Lizzy's go-to-girl when she needed someone to talk to but, just like Charlotte, she was pushed aside. It was twenty minutes before the funeral started and everyone was looking for Lizzy, who had disappeared.

"I saw her about five minutes ago. Where could she be? Josh have you seen Lizzy?" Jane asked another of their friends.

"Yeah, I saw her with my brother a few minutes ago. They were going to talk to the coordinator, is everything alright?" he asked with a worried expression on his face

"Yes and no. Everything that has to do with the funeral is on schedule but that is because Lizzy has been involved in every single detail. I'm really worried about her."

"I know Jane, you think I am not worried about her too? This is just her way to cope with it all."

"Exactly. Don't worry, after the funeral she will start to become herself again. It must be hard to lose your entire family in a few seconds," Josh added.

"But she hasn't even had time to cry, and I know for a fact that she hasn't cried since that night. Everyone around her is crying but seeing her it's like this is nothing out of the ordinary."

"Jane, not everyone will react the same way. We just have to let her deal with her feelings the way she thinks will help," Josh told Jane with a look of sadness that Jane had not realized was there.

"I'm going to go and find her. Can you guys help me?" Charlotte asked Jane and Josh.

"Sure, she should be in the back," Josh responded as he led them to the back of the chapel where the funeral was being held.

When they got there, they saw Lizzy talking to the coordinator about all the last minute arrangements. Lizzy was wearing a tight, black fitting dress with short sleeves that ended just below her knees. She was also wearing hot pink high heels that everyone saw but nobody wanted to comment about. As the group of three walked towards Lizzy they realized that how much she was actually hurting.

They realized that she was wearing no makeup, which was rare for her. Even in the past week she would at least wear eyeliner or just foundation, but today her face was bare. Her hair was done in a high pony tail that came down to her shoulders after she straightened her hair. As the friends stopped just a few feet from her, they saw for just a brief moment a flicker of hopelessness and despair as she was talking to the coordinator. But once she realized they were watching her it disappeared.

As Lizzy looked up from the clipboard she was reading she saw her three best friends. Both Jane and Charlotte were wearing black dresses, just like her, but Charlotte's was more free flowing while Jane's was longer with a V-neck that was able to look conservative for a funeral. Josh, however, was wearing an all black tuxedo.

"Lizzy, the service is about to start we need to go to our seats," Josh explained, walking towards her.

"You can go sit down, I will be there in a few minutes," Lizzy responded, and looked back down to the clipboard.

"No, Lizzy. We came to find you so we can all sit together."

"Well you found me. I told you I will be there in just a few minutes," Lizzy informed Josh in a voice that would have broken no argument but of course Josh knew Lizzy better than that.

"No, I told you already. Let's go and sit down together," he said in a voice that was filled with so much emotion.

"All the details seem correct, all the corrections I made will make the service go by smoother. We can begin in five minutes," Lizzy told the coordinator with the last part directed to Josh who was now holding her arm.

"Okay, so you arranged everything. Let's go sit down now," Josh started to lead Lizzy towards the main part of the chapel, but he felt her resist.

"I told you once Josh, I will be there in a moment. I am going find your brother before I sit down," Lizzy explained in a frustrated voice. "Charlotte, please tell him to let me go," she asked her friend, who had walked towards them along with Jane.

"Please, Lizzy. Let's just take our seats. James will be able to find us," Charlotte started begging her.

"I am asking you guys as your best friend. I don't want to go back in there," Lizzy explained with barely a whisper but it was filled with so much panic that all her friends were left speechless. "I don't want to go in there. Please, just leave me be for a few more minutes."

"Jane, Josh, go with Charlotte and tell the coordinator to wait just a few more minutes, I am going to stay with Lizzy," a voice said behind them. All three friends left without questions as another young man walked to where Lizzy was. He was handsome by everyone's standards but it was his eyes that made him special.

"Do you think it is wise to leave James with Lizzy?" Charlotte asked Jane as they made their way to where the coordinator was.

"Charlotte, you know that if there is one person to get her to talk, it's James."

"I'm afraid what this will do to their relationship. They have only been dating for a few months and, even though he is the only one she has not pushed away, I am afraid he will be the next to go."

"I understand what you mean but I have seen how James looks at Lizzy. I'm confident that my brother will do anything to make Lizzy happy. This will just be a test they will fight and win together," Josh added to the discussion.

As Lizzy saw Jane, Josh and Charlotte leave, all she could do was stare at her shoes. They seemed to glare back at her. Her tall pink stilettos that she knew everyone at the funeral wanted to ask her about, but nobody had the courage to ask. As she remembered her reason for wearing them, a small smile crept to her face and she lost her restraint and let out a tear that rolled down her cheeks, down her jaw and right on top of her shoes. As the first tear rolled down, more followed until she was crying so much that if it was not for James, who was holding her, she would have collapsed.

All the emotions that she had repressed where let out. She was angry, hopeless, sad, and so many other emotions but most of all she was guilty. Guilty for seeing a new day, guilty for being alive while her younger sister was taken away, but most of all guilty for not being able to save her family.

James saw how Lizzy broke down and knew this was what she needed to be able to reconstruct her life again. As he saw the first tear roll down her face, he wanted to hug her, to make all her pain go away. He wanted to be her rock, to be her knight in shining armor, but at the same time he knew all he could be was her loyal boyfriend who would not leave her to suffer alone. All he could do was hold her arm and try to be there for her while she went through.

As Lizzy let out the final tear, she straightened up and knew that she was ready to face the rest, both the funeral and the rest of her life. She kissed James while he told her that he was always going to be there for her. She knew he was telling her the truth but the reassurance was greatly needed. She hugged herself and walked out with her head held up high.