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Knowing your Mom has committed suicide makes you wonder if, at that moment, she was thinking about the pain she would cause you. Imagine if your mother tried to commit suicide with you there. Mine did. She tried to drive her car into a lake, with me in it. There was also someone, well something else with us that I love more than anything in the world , something I'm to protect and what pisses me off the most is my Mother knew that and she was still too dam selfish to give a crap. That day the only person my mother thought about was herself. My mother could have killed me, her pregnant daughter. She never asked me if I wanted to die. She put my life at risk, because she was depressed and hated life. More importantly she put my child's life at risk because of her own problems and for that I will never forgive her.

Chapter 1

I slightly opened my right eye and peeked through to see where the hell I was, but closed it again quickly because I was blinded by a bright light. 'Is she going to be okay?' a worried voice asked.

'She's going to be alright Mrs Swan' another woman said.

'Then why isn't she awake' the worried woman asked in a sarcastic tone. I wanted to open my eyes to see who this woman was and why she was worrying about me. But my instincts were telling me no, that something terrible was waiting for me when I open my eyes. Sadly I never go with my instincts so I opened my eyes, and regretted it entirely.

'Thank God your okay Bella, Jesus what took you so long to wake up?' the unfamiliar but familiar woman with the worried voice exclaimed. She ran over to me and gave me a hug. I didn't have a clue who this woman was and why she was here, but the thing I noticed most about this woman was her accent. She has the same accent as my mother and well, my Moms the only person I know who has an American accent, beside my cousins and aunties but they want nothing to do with us. Wait a second, where is my Mom? Then it suddenly hit me. My Mom going crazy in the car, speeding towards the lake and I grabbing onto the stirring wheel and smash, everything goes black. My hand went straight for my stomach.

'Don't worry the baby's fine. You're very lucky, it's a miracle she's alive' the nurse said in a sympathetic voice. Well it looked as if she was trying to sound sympathetic. She was giving me dirty looks; I mean you'd think she'd be used of seeing pregnant teenagers by now. Its 2010 not 1920 you snobby cow, she was one of them old nurses, the one's that give you no sympathy what so ever. I remember when I was younger and I fell and spilt my head open and I had to get stitches I had a nurse like her. Well come to think of it now I think it was her. There I was anyway crying in pain and she was being as rough as hell. I can take a lot of pain but there's only so much pain I can take.

'I'm going to tell the doctor your awake, I'll be back soon' the nurse said and walked out the door.

'Bitch' I muttered.

'Tell me about it'

I turned towards the woman and smirked. 'Who are you' I asked confused.

'I'm Angie I'm not sure if you remember me but I'm a, was a great friend of your mothers' she said. Oh yeah, we used to visit her all the time back when my Mom and I lived in Boston but something thing happened and we moved to Ireland where my Mom was born. See my Mom was a handful, like myself and her parents couldn't handle her anymore and they sent her to Boston to stay with extended family. This family was very strict, but in a physco way. When my Mom ran away, she met Angie who was from a wealthy and nice family. Angie parents didn't really take much notice of her, they kind of left her do what she wanted. She had her own house and everything and she took my Mom moved in with her. 'We're a crazy as each other' my Mom used to say to me when I was young. But they had a bad falling out and that was it but my Mom did miss her, I could tell.

'She's dead isn't she, my Mom's dead' I said and Angie nodded slowly. Well at least she got what she wanted.

'You alright?' she asked.

'Yeah I'm fine'

I liked Angie already. If this was any of my aunties, they'd be crying and hugging me and asking me over and over again if I was okay. They'd keep saying 'it's okay to cry honey', even though they wouldn't give a dam. I always used to wonder if my Mom and her sisters ever had anything in common. Now I know, they always put themselves first.

'Why are you here' I asked. It sounded rude but Angie didn't seem to care. She and my Mom and were definitely best friends.

'Well there's something we need to talk about. Your Mom left a will and she said that if anything were to happen to her that you were to stay with me'

'When did she write the will' I asked.

'About a week ago' Angie said. 'What a coincidence' she muttered under breath. I snorted at that and she looked up but ignored it. So my Mom had this all planned put. She'd even done her will and everything.

'But I don't even know you' I said annoyed.

'I know' she said so casually and it annoyed me 'You live all the way in Boston; I can't just pack my bags and move on over and live with you. 'Why can't you move here or something' I said. Which was a stupid thing to say but I was annoyed.

Because I have a husband and two children waiting for me to come home' she said.

'You have a family of your own and you're still willing to take me in. Does your husband even want me around' I asked.

'Trust me, he of all people has no problem with it' she said.

'What's that supposed to mean' I asked.

'It's not supposed to mean anything' she said. The doctor walked in and looked at my chart.

'Well everything seems to be okay, so you should be able to leave in a couple of days' he said. He checked a few things with me and asked me a lot of stupid questions and finally left.

'Visiting hours are over' the nurse said to Angie.

'Well, to hell with visiting hours. I'm staying with her' Angie said.

'I'm afraid that's not allowed' the nurse said rudely.

'What do you mean that's not allowed. I'm not going to let the girl here all by herself she 17 and her mother just died' Angie said.

'Well she does seem mature enough to me' the woman said sarcastically looking at my stomach.

'Excuse me' Angie said raising her eyebrow. 'I just lost my best friend okay and I had to fly over from Boston. I've just had to deal with three painful women to try and get this girl to come with me. So don't you dare stand there insult her, and try to get rid of me because I've seriously been wanting to rip someone's head off today and well you might just be that person' Angie said and with that the nurse stormed out of the room.

'Visiting hours are over' Angie said imitating the nurse. 'My ass' Angie muttered and I smiled.

'Were those three painful women you were talking about my aunties?' I asked.

'Uh yeah' Angie said.

They let me go home a couple of days after that. Angie and my aunties were arranging the funeral for my Mother. Although Angie just sat back and listened because she was bothered to be getting into arguments with my Aunties. Angie was just sorting me out really. Packing my clothes and organising the flights for me. Moving to Boston wasn't something I was excited about. Not that I really had any friends here anymore. Especially since I got pregnant I'm sure everyone is glad to see me go. But that's a long story.

The funeral is tomorrow and frankly I'm dreading every single moment of it. Not something you look forward to, you know. Especially since I'm going to have to stand and listen to my painful aunties crying and thanking people that didn't even like my mother, for being such good people and thanking them for coming. I also will have to thank them. But I am in my ass!