A/N: HEY HEY HEY! So I decided that I don't like my first fanfic…I am sorry if this upsets anyone but the idea was just bleh. So I came up with this one! HUZZAH! Enjoy my little dumplings!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight....Sigh...
Chapter One: My Fault
"Mom, I'm home!" I took the key out of the lock and dropped my backpack on the table. There was an unplanned Spanish Club meeting today, and as the vice president of course I had to come. I called the house line a couple times but no one ever answered so I left a message.
"Did you get my message…Mom?" This wasn't her normal behavior; she usually ran from whatever room she was in and engulfed me in her arms. I ran frantically into the kitchen and before I could even enter the room, I smelled it. Blood. She was on the floor bleeding like crazy. There was a knife plunged into her stomach and I could tell she was trying to say something. I knelt down next to her and saw my teardrops hitting the tile floor, mixing in with her blood.
"Mom! Who did this to you! Tell me! Where's Phil?" I took her hand and checked her pulse. It was barely there. I didn't know what to do. She can't die. She doesn't deserve a death like this. No one does. She's the happiest and craziest person you could ever meet. She was the one you would see in the grocery store talking to the flowers so they could grow better.
"B-B-Bella…I love you so much. You are so sweet, and I love you so much. I truly do."
"Mom, don't go. Don't leave me here. Who did this to you?" The tears were uncontrollable and I tried so hard not to cry. I wanted to stay strong for her. I barely heard her say it but it came out of her mouth before her last breath.
"Phil." Her hand went limp and her eyelids shut. They would never open. Ever. And all of this was my fault. If I didn't stay for that Spanish Club Meeting then I could have saved her. She should be laughing. She should be smiling. She should be breathing. She should be alive. She could be alive if I just came home on time. My vision turned blurry as I made my way to the phone on the table. The red light on the phone machine was blinking. Telling us that there was a message. My message. My fault.
"Hello, this is Phoenix Memorial. How can I help you?"
"My…my mom is dead. She is bleeding. There is a knife in her stomach." The tears were coming down harder and I felt dizzy from the smell of the blood.
"What's the address?" The phone slipped through my fingers. I felt the world crashing down around me. Phil was standing at the door smiling evilly and his eyes, his eyes were pure black. And just like that, my world turned black too.
A/N: MUHAHAHA CLIFF HANGA! Before you ask, Phil is definitely not a vampire. So, how'd you like it? IF you review ~ ~ than I get to know how you feel about my new story ~ ~ I have the next chapter ready so it depends on those reviews!!