Full Summary: Three months ago Bella's brother committed suicide, changing her life forever. Her mother sends her to Forks blaming Bella for everything and wanting nothing more to do with her. Bella is hurting and as each day goes by her pain grows until a particular incident brings her to meet the only person that keeps her hanging on.

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Preface

When I woke up that Tuesday morning I didn't expect to see the whole Phoenix police crew in my living room. I didn't expect to see my mother screaming and attacking me when I came down the stairs, accusing me that it was all my fault. I didn't expect to find out my older brother jumped off a bridge and drowned to death late last night. I sat in the closes seat I could find before I collapsed to the ground, everything happened slowly as I stared at the Sheriff while he explained something to my mother. I saw his lips moving but I couldn't hear anything. Everything just stopped. After the police calmed my mother down and left I was still sitting in the living room, staring at nothing while my mind wandered back to last night.

"Bella, Bella wake up!" I groaned as my brother shook my side furiously pulling me from one of the best sleeps I had in a while.

"Phillip Joseph there had better be a damn good excuse for why you're waking me up at….2 a.m!" I snapped glaring at him even though he couldn't see me through the darkness.

"Bella could you shut up and just listen to me? Great. Anyways I just wanted to tell you that I'm using your car, I um…I gotta go do a few things." He stammered slightly and the anger that I felt diminished to concern.

"Hey are you okay?" I asked reaching out and touching his shoulder. Under my hand I could feel him shaking and as my eyes adjusted I saw that he had been crying. "Are you still upset about what mom said? I'm sure she didn't mean it you know how she gets when…" I saw a look in his eyes that made me stop.

"Bella I love you ok."

"I love you too." I said immediately trying to read the look in his eyes. I wondered idly what was wrong with him, ever since he emerged from mom's office a couple of weeks ago he had become distant, started disappearing more night and coming home in the late afternoon only to go to bed and leave again later at night.

"Phil don't…don't do anything stupid." I mumbled giving his shoulder a tight squeeze. He chuckled and turned on the light on my stand. I squinted until my eyes adjusted and I finally took in my brother's appearance. His face was pale, his eye bloodshot, his hair was ruffled, and he had on a pair of ragged sweats and an oversized sweatshirt. He looked different, a little older and tired like he hadn't been sleeping at all.

"I'll see you later okay Belly Jelly." He ruffled my hair as I protested to the old nickname. Phil laughed and the strange emotion in his eyes disappeared for only a second. We stayed silent for a minute before he kissed my cheek and left closing the door behind him with a click. I sat there for a second wondering if I should run after him but I figured he probably just needed some alone time and I didn't want to intrude, whatever mom said to him must of really of gotten to him. Yawning I reach for to turn off the light pausing when I saw his favorite Rasta bracelet sitting next to it.

I rushed to my window and threw it open just in time to see my truck peeling out of the driveway and disappearing down the road. Feeling worried and tired I crawled back into bed and prayed that Phil would be safe.

"Oh god…" I sobbed into my hands. I could have stopped him, I could have kept him from going that night, and I could have kept him safe. I could have changed his mind. Sobs wracked through my body as everything finally exploded inside of me, my brother was dead and gone. Every memory flashed through my mind cutting deeper into my heart. He would never see me graduate, never be there to celebrate his birthday, or the day we both leave this shithole of a town.

"Quit your blubbering." I gasped and sat back looking across the room and into the hallway where my mother stood her blue eyes emotionless.

"This is your fault Isabella. If he had just of listened to me instead of running off and confiding in you maybe he would still be alive, maybe he would still be here. I'm going to call your father I think it would be best if you left with him after the funeral." She spoke quietly and heartlessly, each one of her words cutting into me like a rusting blade.

"How could you say that? I loved Phil!" I all but shrieked at her my emotions running wild. She just watched me and shook her head before walking away. I just sat there clenching my fist, trying so hard not to run to her, breathing away each murderous thought that clouded my mind. I wanted to scream I wanted to just disappear somewhere and pretend none of this was happening. I wanted every ounce of pain to cease. I wanted my brother.

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