Hi everyone! This is my first shot at a twilight fic and I really need reviews for this story! Not gonna bore you with a big long authors note so hope you enjoy! Love you all!

Summery: Bella and Emmett are siblings from their human life. When Emmett "dies" Bella decides that she needs no one and can take care of herself. She never shows emotion and never EVER cries. The only time she shows her emotions is when she sings, but she never sings in front of people. When she gets changed and meets the Cullen's a hundred years later, will she be able to fill the ache her brother's "death" left behind?

Bella POV

It's been years since the bear attack that killed my big brother. Over a hundred actually. God I loathe being immortal. If I was still human I would be dead by now and back with my brother.

Emmett was my best friend, my brother, my protector, and my whole life. We lived for each other. When I was still human and Emmett was still alive, we didn't have the happiest of lives. Our mother died giving birth to me and my father blamed me for her death. He became violent and cruel. He started to hit me and scream at me and treat me like his personal punching bag. When Emmett found out he started to take my beatings for me, but that didn't last long. After a while our father just started beating us both. And Emmett tried to help me but he was always to hurt to stop the monster that created us.

Eventually we got used to the daily beatings and we would just patch ourselves up when he finished. It was horrible for us but we figured it couldn't get any worse.

Boy were we wrong.

One day, when I was about 17, our father came home drunk. This was nothing new to Em and I and we figured he would give us our beatings and go to bed. Well he gave us our beatings alright, but when he decided to stop and go to bed, he brought me with him.

I remember how he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me upstairs, leaving my unconscious big brother behind. I was close to unconscious myself and honestly had no idea what he was doing. It wasn't until he laid me down on his be that I realized what he had planned for me.

I remember the torror I felt as he stripped me of my clothes and dragged me around. I tried to fight him off but he had already beaten me that night and there was no was I would be able to get rid of him.

After that there was only pain. Pain like I had never imagined, pain I didn't even know was possible. But it was possible alright. Completely possible.

I don't really remember how long he kept at it, but I do remember hearing my brother's screams of rage when he came up the stairs and saw what that monster was doing to me. The last thing I remember is how Emmett threw my father across the room into the wall. He didn't move again. He was beyond dead.

Finally, Em ran over to me and checked my pulse, it was too slow. He sat with me for hours. I tried to fight the blackness that was slowly overthrowing my senses, but it was no use. I closed my eyes.

When I woke up I was different. I felt stronger and faster. It didn't take very long to find out what I was. I still don't know who bit me. I called for Emmett but I never got a response. I took off running, to worried for my brother to realize how fast I was going. I ran to a place only we knew of. A small cave in the side of the mountain near our house.

There I found bear prints and Emmett's favorite jacket covered in blood.

My brother was dead.

I wish I was never bitten. That I could have died after my father finished with me and that I was with my Emmett again. But no such luck. I was suck in this eternal time loop with me staying the same age with the same memories forever.

And now, I'm going back. Back to the small, rainy town of Forks. The town of so many horrible memories. And the town where my brother was killed.

Emmett POV

It's been over a hundred years since my father killed my sister. My sister was sweet and innocent and she didn't deserve what that creature did to her.

After my sister died I ran. I ran out of the house and out to me and Bells' special spot. I picked the wrong time to go there. In our secret cave, was a bear the size of a truck. It attacked me within a second of it seeing me. I was so grateful, I thought I would die and be with my sister again.

No such luck.

It almost had me dead, but I was saved. At first I thought I was dead because I swear that I thought she was an angel. Hell, at times I STILL think she's an angel.

It took three days for me to wake up after my transformation. When I finally did, I woke up screaming for Bella. It took about three seconds for me to remember what happened to her.

And then I sobbed.

I had never cried before in my life. But for my lost baby sister, I cried for hours. It took a while for me to realize I wasn't alone. My angel, Rosalie, was right there with me. I told her my whole story from the day Bella was born, to today. And when I finished, she told me her story. She had been raped just like Bella. Except she survived. My baby sister, she didn't.

Now, over a hundred years later, I'm going back to Forks. I don't know if I can do this. I haven't been there since the death of my sister.

God help me.

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