AN. I haven't really seen a full story like this and felt the need to write it. I feel the need to explain that I am not truly a Twilight fan, exactly. I am addicted to the fanfiction and I am in love with Jasper and Alice. That's about it. But anyway, I hope you enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. Emmett, Jasper, the Cullen's, the Volturi and everyone else belongs to Stephanie Meyer. THe only character that belongs to me is Samantha.

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Prologue

Daddy sat me down today and told me not to cry. My daddy sat me down today and taught me the meaning of the word die.

I was fourteen years old. It was 1935 and I had woken up to the sounds of sirens and my mother's cries. It broke my heart to hear her sob and I ran downstairs to see what was the matter. I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw policemen filling the living room, my mother and older sister standing together, supporting each other as they sobbed. Next to my sister stood her husband, one hand possessively placed on her lower back as he glared in irritation at the police officers standing around the room.

I tried to run to my mother and sister, but before I could take more than a couple steps, an arm reached around my waist and pulled me back. It was my daddy. He turned me to hug him and I could see the pain in his eyes despite the lack of tears. Daddy never cried. He was always the strong one. Him and brother that is.

He led me away from the chaos in the living room to his study. It was a place that I was never allowed to be in, but I was too scared to pay attention to my surroundings. He sat me down in a big comfy chair and knelt in front of me, grabbing both of my hands in his own. This scared me to death, especially when I was able to see the hurt and pain stirring deep in his chocolate brown eyes.

"What's wrong, daddy? What's going on? Did something happen to brother?" I was really scared now and my voice cracked as I said the word brother.

My older brother's name is Emmett McCarthy. He is almost 18 years old and my favorite person in the entire world. He could make me smile even when I wanted to cry and we were as close as two siblings can possibly be. He is my protector, my big bear of a brother. I knew that my big brother would never let anyone hurt me and would sooner die than let that happen. I love my brother. I could never love anyone more.

"I'm so sorry honey. There was an incident. When Emmett was camping he was mauled by a bear."

I cried out in pain as my father spoke these words. Tears poured down my cheeks and I slumped forward, my entire frame shaking with the sobs that tore through my body at these words. How could this have happened? How could my mother and father have let him go out alone in the forest? I couldn't control the cries that were pouring from my lips.

That was the last time we ever spoke about Emmett. I bottled up all of my emotions and trying to keep them hidden from all the world. Everyone pitied how the fun outgoing little girl had become withdrawn and angry. I could never let the weakness within show. I could never let the world see the pain my brother's death had caused me. I would live with it until the day I died.

AN. So, how do you like it so far? I know this is really short, but it is just the prologue and is simply the small introduction.

I hope you enjoyed it. :)

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