A/N: hello hello, this is my first fan fic EVER so pretty please , be nice :) I got this idea from when I was in high school doing a creative writing. I have no idea how its gonna go coz im making it up as I go along. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: No I don't own twilight. Never have, Never will.
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Prologue
The sun was setting over the horizon; warm red light was spreading across the hills, hitting the buildings of the small town of Forks.
At the edge of the town a young girl of 18 was standing silently by her mother's side, not acknowledging the small crowd of people around her, or the large crowd of people standing outside the cemetery gates, in silence, mourning and paying their respects to Chief of police, Charlie Swan, her father.
My world came crashing down, as the casket was lowered into the ground. Flashes of my life obscured my sight; my mother began to cry violently, white roses were thrown to the casket as the priest said "Amen", the crowd murmuring after him. "Amen"... "Rest in peace".
It was happening too fast; my father was holding me in his arms, throwing me up into the air and catching me; teaching me how to ride a bike; holding my hand on my first day of school; teaching me how to drive a car, hugging me as I graduated from high school; the phone was ringing, my mother answering it and fainting, the rush to the hospital.
The man that had held my hand all my life and guided me was slipping away, his hands sliding out of mine, falling to a limp on the hospital bed. The path that my life was on was suddenly dark, with no guidance to tell me where to step and what move to make.
Darkness engulfed me, my senses left me leaving only the crying of my mother, I saw my father's coffin hidden with roses, that was the last thing I saw before I left the present into the welcoming darkness, falling to the ground.
The room was dark, though my eyes were closed, I could sense darkness. I was in a warm bed, my bed. I sat up; trying to remember how I got here, the last thing I can remember was the darkness that surrounded me as my father's coffin was lowered into the ground; I fainted.
Now that my father was gone there was nothing left in this world, except my mother, mum! I lifted the sheets quickly and walked to the door. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was nearly midnight, Mum must be asleep. Opening the door I walked down the hall to my parents' room, opening it quietly I walked in. Mum was asleep, though by the look of her, she had cried herself to sleep. Closing the door I walked back to my room.
With dad gone what was I to do? How could I go on? He was my life, my mentor, my teacher. My family has been ripped apart. There was nothing left.
I told my counsellor everything, how my life had changed with one single event and how nothing will ever be the same again.
My mother's depression had come onto me. Though she never admitted it, she was depressed, and so was I.
My counselor told me to write everything down in a diary. And so I did. I wrote everything down in my diary at night, usually crying myself to sleep afterwards.
A month later I sat in the library of our manor listening to my counselor read my diary out to me. I began to cry. Once he had finished he placed the diary in my lap, walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out an album, a photo album? I looked at him confused.
He told me to look through it and then reflect. Once he said that he walked out and closed the door behind him. I stared at he closed door of which he had just departed, still at a loss of what to do. Look through this then reflect on your life, - that had been his instructions.
So I began to flip through the album. My father's face the most distinguishable. This album contained my past life, the life where everyone was happy.
Tears wetting the surface of the album, I placed it by the side of my diary. Looking at the both.
Each contained different sections of my life. Reflect. I remember how my father said I would never be alone.
He was going interstate for business; when I was young; and I was crying from the parting. He crouched down and said "Sweetheart, remember no matter how far I am, I will always be with you in here" and he touched my heart.
He said I would never be alone, but I was alone now. I touched my heart, no matter how far I am, I will always be with you in here. I was not alone. Though my father was gone from this world, he was in my heart, guiding me on the path of my life.
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