Yeah, I know, I've neglected my other stories, and I'm sorry. As for Ricordare per Sempre: Remember Forever, it's pretty much finished. I might go into the wedding, but that will be a long time from now. As for the alternate ending to Insieme per l'Eternità: Together for Eternity and Remainder, Aka Ripoff Survivor, I'm having a huge writers block, and have been unable to write much of it. Don't worry though, when I do post, it will be a lot.

So you may wonder why I'm writing this. I've always loved these kinds of stories, but hardly any of them went the way I wanted them to go, or haven't gotten that far. So I decided to write one myself, even though it means another cliché story for me. I tried to add a twist to what I've already thought of so far, so it's not AS monotonous.

I'm sorry if this seems depressing. I don't mean to offend ANYONE at all, so I'm sorry if I do.

I apologize for bad grammar, spelling, punctuation, writing, repeated phrases, and clichés.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or Apple iPod.

PS – I apologize for inaccurate information. For one of my stories not on the exchange, I spent over a day researching, but it doesn't seem worth it to me if it's only a chapter in a fanfic. I did some research though, so I hope part of it is right. So I'm sorry if it isn't 3 hours from Phoenix to Forks, and if my medical info is incorrect.

Here's Chapter One of Only Hope (yes, this story is strongly influenced by A Walk To Remember, and that is the title of a song by Mandy Moore from the movie)

Just for future reference, each chapter will be named after a song that pertains to the storyline of that particular chapter. It's sort of like a playlist.

The chapter's called All Kinds of Time. I couldn't decide between two songs, so if you plan on listening, pick whichever. Either All Kinds of Time (By Fountains of Wayne) or Boston (by Augustana). I'm sorry that neither of them are very relevant, but they'll get better as the chapters go on.

So here's my story, review please (:

BPOV

"Bella! Bella, honey, please! Please wake up!" I heard a frantic and pleading voice call out. I held in a groan and sat up to face the voice, my alarm clock. Every morning my mom would wake me up before my real alarm clock goes off. Every morning she is afraid that I won't wake up.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little afraid of the same ending, but I've come to terms with things. I can only hope for what will be waiting for me on the other side, but for now, I can enjoy my last twelve months on earth.

That's right. Twelve months. A year. I've got ALL, aka acute lymphoblastic leukemia. So with all of my treatment, the doctors say I've got at least one year before I die.

I was shaken from my musings by my mother, whose near hyperventilating was slowing down. "Oh baby, are you sure you'll be fine with Charlie, will he be able to take care of you?" Her eyes practically radiated worry, but I was confident.

I used to live with my dad, up until seventh grade when he shipped me off so I could see my mom. Two years later, I find out I've got cancer. Three years after living with my mom, I was going back to my hometown to be treated under one of the best doctors in the west so I could have a longer life span. The money wasn't a problem, I probably wouldn't live to graduation, much less to college, so all of my college funds were turned into cancer funds.

Now, I don't mean to be putting a damper on things. Finding out how much time you have left in your life really opens your eyes. I've felt more alive in this past year than the rest of the life, even though ironically, I'm actually far more dead.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and replied to my mom in a croaky voice, "Of course, you said yourself that the doctor was the best we know, and Charlie is perfectly able to take care of me, as I am myself." I smiled to reassure her.

"Okay honey, if you're sure," she trailed off and looked toward my bedroom door, "Well, since you packed last night, you should get a shower, and come down as soon as you're done." She carefully picked herself off of the bed and walked downstairs to make me breakfast.

I pulled myself out of bed and into my bathroom. I couldn't help but frown at my appearance. I knew it drove people away, most could tell I was sick after they heard the rumors. I would be glad to get away from that, but what happened if the kids at my new school found out?

I had come to hate the sight of pity in anyone's eyes. It was the worst emotion in my opinion. I got it everywhere I went, even places where people didn't know my life story, like my old high school. What could I say, my appearance was far too convincing.

My pale skin had gradually gotten paler over the past year, to a point where I looked nearly lifeless, and my brown-black hair stood out against it. My brown eyes seemed a bit glazed over sometimes too.

I traced the dark circles under my eyes. Somehow, even though I got 12 hours of sleep a night, I always looked tired.

Lastly were my constant bruises. I was horribly clumsy, and with my "condition", bruises covered my arms and legs and stomach. I had tried to wear long sleeved clothing, but that looked odd in a place like Phoenix. At least in Forks I could hide them better. Needless to say, I haven't worn a bathing suit in a year.

I stripped and stepped into the warm shower, relishing in the heat. Even though I lived in a very hot town, I always felt cold, that is, except in the shower. I loved the feeling of warmth it gave me, but then I would miss the cold and step out of the shower.

I threw on my favorite pair of jeans and a big sweatshirt. I just tied my hair in a bun and threw on my glasses. They had a dark rim, and were rectangular. I hardly bothered with contacts anymore, it's not like they helped my appearance.

When I got downstairs, my mom smiled warmly at me, but I still saw the worry in her eyes. She put down a plate of bacon and an omelet. I looked to the left of my plate, and there was a napkin with sixteen pills piled on it.

Sixteen pills, one for each year of my life. Soon I would take on another pill, in hope that I would have another year. (Note: I realize that she is seventeen when she goes to Forks, but in my story, she just turned sixteen. Bella's birthday isn't September 13th, it's in the summer, before school starts. She had a late birthday, so she is younger than most. I realize that I'm a little more old fashioned, but I just like the idea of Edward being older than her more than vice versa. It gives her more of a vulnerability about her. I don't mean to offend anyone by that either.)

"Eat up Bells, you've got a boring plane ride a head of you." She was trying to throw in humor, not only trying to cheer me up, but to cheer herself up.

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the plane. My mom wasn't coming with me. I turned to look at her, and saw tears spilling over, only to find myself doing the same. She hugged me and told me to write. She said that she would visit and that she would miss me.

As I took my seat in the plane, I couldn't help but have a feeling that I wouldn't see Renee again. I sighed and laid my head back, putting the headphones of my iPod on and dozing off.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please fold up your food trays. We are preparing to land. Do not leave your seats until the plane is at a complete stop." I woke up to another voice for the second time today. I looked at the time on my iPod. I had been sleeping for three hours. The ride was over, and the plane was landing.

After what seemed like an eternity of boring instructions, they finally left us to go to the airport and pick up our bags.

I walked over to the baggage claim when I saw a familiar face. I very nearly squealed. I ran up to my father and threw my arms around him.

It had been so long since I had seen him last. He had seen me in the hospital a year ago, but I was unconscious when he came.

He chuckled and hugged me back. "Come on Bells, let's get your luggage and head home. I've got a surprise for you." His face crinkled into a smile, and we walked the rest of the way to get my bags together.

I forgot how much I missed Charlie. I couldn't help but feel happier around him. I loved my mom, but she worried too much, it was difficult to forget that I was sick sometimes. With Charlie, it wasn't like that. It was barely like I was sick at all.

A little part of my mind emphasized the fact that he was probably in denial, but I didn't care. I enjoyed forgetting. We had another year together, and it would be better for both of us if we didn't talk too much about my impending death.

We drove home, Charlie asking me about how my life was the past three years, and my future at forks. He had already enrolled me at Forks High. I would start my junior year there.

He also talked about the truck he got me. He became embarrassed when he described it, but I loved it before I even saw it. It was Billy's old truck, a friend of Charlie's, and I always used to love it when I was little. Now it was mine.

We got home and I unpacked in my bedroom, still joking with Charlie, but as I took my sixteen pills before I slept in my old bed, I felt butterflies in my stomach. Tomorrow I visited this so called brilliant doctor.

Next chapter is in Edward's point of view, and they meet for the first time. Please review, even if you hate it.