A/N: here it is. This was hard to write.

Disclaimer: I am not awesome enough to own Twilight.

Sarah Elizabeth

EPOV

I pulled down the ladder the folded into the ceiling that led into the attic. I thought it was a pretty dumb idea, I mean, the only happened in movies. But I had no other idea where to start. I had Bella climb up before me, so I catch her if she fell. Which she almost did about three times. It was dark and dusty up there, but it seemed that my mother had been up here recently. There was a box of stuff that was removed from the stacks of boxes. It was marked S.E.M in elegant script. I felt my heart jump in my throat as I touched the box. Bella put her hand on my shoulder.

"Let's take this down."

"Okay," I whispered. I took the box downstairs. I took it to my room and emptied it dusty contents on my bed. There were pictures, books, dolls, and assortment of belongings. I picked up one of the pictures with shaking hands.

BPOV

Sarah Elizabeth was beautiful. And Edward was right, she wasn't blonde. She had the same strange bronze colored hair like Edward. In fact, he looked just like her. She seemed like a happy girl. There were diplomas and awards in her box. So apparently she was intelligent. There was sheet music in her box. So apparently she was musical. She seemed like a very well rounded person. But there was nothing about how she died on there. But I saw Edward's eyes fix on a book.

"Edward?"

"It's her diary. It's her diary, Bella. I… I…" he turned to look at me. His eyes were green flames. "I have to read it. All my answers are there. I know it," he looked at me, "I'm scared. I feel like my life is about to fall apart."

"I have glue." It was stupid, but it was the only thing I could think of to say. He chuckled and his hand slowly reached for Sarah's diary.

APOV

There it was again! What is going on?

EPOV

Sarah's diary entries weren't all in by date. Some entries had dates and others didn't. Some seemed important and others were just normal girlie entries. I read it through for clues about how she died.

Dear Diary,

Mother is very against my going away for college. Though she is proud of me for graduating early, she won't let me have my choice for school and that is quite unfair. She really needs to start letting me live my own life and make my own decisions. I know she loves me and just wants to protect me, but she needs to let me grow up and walk down my own path. I've done everything according to her way. Well now it's time for Sarah's way.

Dear Diary,

I'm so happy! I some how convinced mother that I can take care of myself while in school. It has been a while since I've written and my life has been nothing short of wonderful. It is something straight out of a modern day fairy tale. I'm no longer the shy, demure Sarah my mother raised. Though it seems so wrong, I've fallen madly in love with my music professor. Professor Masen is a wonderful, beautiful, intelligent and sensitive. Though there is an age difference between us, he is in love with me too. I haven't been able to tell Mother yet. She would never approve, but I know Edward would never hurt me…

I slammed the book shut.

What? I was so confused. I looked at Bella and her face held a shocked amazement.

"Bella…."

"Let's keep reading, Edward."

Dear Diary,

Edward proposed to me. I was so happy that I couldn't respond for about 10 minutes. I'm so happy. I'm going to be Mrs. Edward Anthony Masen. Mother is enraged. But this is true love. I have never felt a more intense feeling than this in my whole life. He made me feel safe and free. I didn't have to be Sarah Elizabeth the brainiac, or Sarah Elizabeth the beauty, or Sarah Elizabeth the musician. I could just be me with him. He loved me for me. And I love him so much. I can't wait to be his wife and raise a family with him.

I was slowly piecing this together and my body was started to shake.

Dear Diary,

Edward and I are having a baby! I'm so happy. I know I may be young and that Edward and I haven't known each other for very long at all. Just a few months. I know I'm not 17… but I love him and I want to be with him forever. I'm going to have his baby! Mother was furious with me. She even went so far as to suggest that I abort my baby. I had never yelled at my mother but I did then. I won't ever kill my baby.

Dear Diary,

I'm having a baby boy. He'll be named for his father. My baby will be named, Edward Anthony Masen Jr. I love him. I love my baby and my husband. I love my family. My mother will just need to accept that. Why can't she be happy for me?

Dear Diary,

Edward and I just came back from the hospital. Edward Jr. is having a rough time. He may die and I can't let that happen. Edward is torn because the doctors told him that he may have to choose between me and the baby. I told Edward to choose the baby. It's no contest. He has to live. My baby has to live. If I have to die, so be it.

Dear Diary,

Edward doesn't want me to die. Mother blames this all on him and the baby. No one is to blame. But we are both dying. I will give my life for my son.

That was the last page of the diary. But there was an old folded piece of stationary paper in between the last page and the back cover.

Dear Edward,

I am now being made ready to give birth to you. The doctors tell me that one of us will die today. If you are reading this, then it was me. And I am glad. My baby boy, I am glad that you lived. I loved you from the very moment you were a positive result on a pregnancy test. I just lament not being able to raise you and teach you and love you as a mother should love her son. I begged the doctors to save you. Your father promised me that he would love you and raise you. If you should come across letter, the only proof of my love for you, please know that though I have passed, I will always love you, my son. Please tell your father that I loved him like no other woman could love her man. Though I have passed, my baby, my love for you has not. I don't know if I ever had the chance to hold you or kiss you once.

I hope you have grown into a fine boy with a good future ahead of him. And I hope you can forgive me for not being strong enough to carry you. And please do not weep for me. Please know that I am happy that you are alive and well. I know your father loves you and your grandmother will come around.

I cannot write any longer my baby. They are taking me in now. I love you, Edward.

Your loving mother,

Sarah Elizabeth Masen.

I stared at the letter for a long time. I stared at it until I couldn't see the words anymore because my eyes had become blurry with tears. I heard sobbing next to me. I had almost forgotten that I was alone. I wiped my eyes dry, but couldn't stop the sobs that escaped from my own chest.

Sarah was my mother. And I had hated her for all these years. And she loved me. She was dead, but she loved me. She died during childbirth.

"It wasn't your fault, Edward," Bella said between sobs, "the doctors would have saved her if they could. Please don't blame yourself for this."

"All she ever did was love me. And I killed her. I killed her, Bella." I sobbed too.

"No, Edward. No! You didn't. It wasn't your fault. It's… it's…"

"Bella… she was my mother! Oh my God! My whole life has been a lie!" I couldn't control the crying anymore.

"Oh Edward!" She held her arms out for me and I let her embrace me. And we cried together for a long time.

I'm so sorry…Mother. I've hated you for so long. All you ever did was literally love me to death.

"What about my father?" I said.

"I don't know."

"He probably hates me too."

"No Edward, he doesn't." She started to run her fingers through my hair.

"She loved me, Bella. All I ever wanted was for someone to love me. And she did, and I hated her. And I killed her." She sobbed with me all night. Before I passed out, I heard her call her parents to let them know that she was spending the night with me. We fell asleep together and I hoped with every fiber of my being that this was just a bad dream.

A/N: That was so hard and sad to write. I hope I didn't make anybody cry. Review please.