Hey!!! I'm sooooooooooooooo sorry for taking forever to update, since before the summer, I think. School's gotten really busy and I just havent had time. And well, I'll admit it, I had a bit of writers block... Anyways, I think I need a beta, to check for errors and to sprout out ideas, so if anyones interested please review or PM me.

Anyways, happy New Years.

XSt Joan D'ArcX


Andrea's POV

As soon as I had pulled into the hospital's parking lot, I was out and running (at a human pace) towards the hospitals entrance, only looking back to make sure that the car was properly stopped. I skidded to a stop in the entry hall and was immediately surrounded by Mathieu's parents. His mother, Anais, was crying into a handkerchief and his father was patting her back, telling her calmly that everything would be ok, although I could tell that he was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Anais said to me between sobs:

"He was on his way home from basketball—"sob "he was--" coughing sob " he was hit-" She couldn't finish and so Mathieu's father had to finish:

"by a car!"

I gasped and stumbled but was caught by the arm by Bella who led me to a seat. I noticed that both Arthur and Carlisle were no longer with us and that they had probably gone to see what they could do to help Mathieu. I sat there with my head buried in Bella's shoulder and then looked up when a noisy group of people came in. It was my family. My mother had tears running down her face, my father had a shocked look on his face and my sisters were both bawling. My family had really gotten attached to Mathieu. I guess his parents must have called mine. My mother immediately ran to me and enveloped me in a strong hug, which was soon joined by my father and sisters. When we had all calmed down as much as possible, we sat down and waited for what seemed like hours. Finally Carlisle came out and went to talk to Mathieu's parents. My heart broke when I saw the look on his face. Ohhhhh….. nooooooooooooooooooooooo!

"I'm sorry Mr. And Mrs. Soulier, but when we got here he had already lost a lot of blood. We did our best, there was very little hope, and I'm very sorry to say this, but he didn't make it…" Even from across the waiting room, and all the noise the people waiting around me were making, I could still hear those heart braking words. I had stood up to go talk to Carlisle, but as I heard the news I collapsed to the floor, large sobs escaping from deep within my chest. Immediately my mother and Bella were by my side holding me and rocking me, Bella having heard what was said was also sobbing quietly as she told my mother quietly who also started crying. After what felt like forever I was finally pulled to my feet and pushed into a chair as both Carlisle and Arthur came to me and said:

"We tried our best, Andrea, we were prepared to change him, but we got there too late, his heart was already fading and by the time we had gotten all the other doctors out of the room, it had completely stopped. The time of death was 10:07 pm. I'm terribly sorry" And then one by one they both hugged me. I thanked them for trying and then walked over to his parents, they looked at me and hugged me. We stayed like that for a while and then his mother pulled away and said:

"Andrea, go home. Rest, we will take care of the rest. I'll call you tomorrow for the funeral plans."

I nodded slowly hugged her one more time and then turned towards the exit. As I got to my car I heard my name being called. I turned around and saw Rosalie she smiled weakly and said:

"Andrea, I'm sorry for your loss, I've been through a lot and I just hope that your losses and problems won't be as bad as mine, I wouldn't wish what I went through on anyone else. I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I, in away, understand what you're going through"

I smiled slightly and thanked her then turned back towards my car, got in and sped off. I wasn't worried that my parents or the Cullens or, well, the Parkins would be worried about me, they knew I could take care of myself. I would be home by morning anyways.

I drove until I couldn't see anymore from my tears, parked the car on a small trail and screamed, I screamed to God that it wasn't fair that he had taken away the one person I loved the most in life, I asked what I had done wrong. All I got in return was the sound of the sleeping forest. God did hate me.

I fell to the ground and sat there all night and finally when the sun, or what little of it there was, started to come up high in the sky, I stood up, composed my self, best I could and headed home. As I pulled up into our driveway, I saw that my sisters were leaving for school; they saw me, gave me a sad smile and waved as they left. I waved back feebly and then went into my house. My mother sat a the kitchen table, tea cup in hand, eyes red from crying and as she saw me come in, she stood up, held her arms open and let me cry on her shoulder for what felt like hours. Finally, when I had relatively calmed down, I went into my room to rest.


The funeral was long and painful. We were all invited. I sat at the very front, tears running down my face and when it was my turn to go make a speech, I nearly broke down, however after a few large breaths, I pulled myself together and made the longest and most heartfelt speech I could.

I vowed I would never forget him.

I spent the next week in bed, all rumpled up, my eyes red from never ending crying. Bella and the others came over to check on me occasionally. Finally after a week of lounging in bed and missing school my mother told me that I had to go back to school, that I couldn't stay in here forever and that my friends were gonna move on without me, that I had to move on. After lots of shouting, crying and persuasive words from Bella, I relented and went to school.

It was one week and one day since his death. I was still extremely sad, but I managed to get my act together and go to school.

As I walked into the class, a few minutes late, for I had needed persuasion to get up this morning and actually get ready for school.

I had not looked at what I had put on that morning, I had simply put on the first thing that came to hand: a pair of purple converse, a pair of simple jeans, a plain white shirt, after screaming and throwing a light purple blouse across the room because it reminded me too much of him, he had given it to me after all. Over the white shirt was a large, long, grey sweater, which I could easily hide in, if, need be. My hair was up in a messy ponytail, I had no make up on and I had dark bruise like circles, under my red eyes, from crying, not from lack of blood for I had gone hunting the week before, but from lack of sleep. As I walked into the class, everyone, but Emmett, Red Cullen and Bella were looking at me with pitying looks, thank God for them. Wait a second, there was some one else not looking at me with pity, but with a look of curiosity. Someone new, ohhh the irony of it, we have a new student right when we lose one. As I walked to my seat next to Bella I got a better look at the new boy. He seemed pretty tall, had caramel colored skin, I suppose he was mulatto. He had wavy dark brown hair that fell past his chin and the most startling color of eyes ever. They were a purply-bleuish colour that I had never seen before. Hummm, we didn't need a new guy… Not after his death.

I spent the rest of the day in a hazy stupor, not really paying attention to the teachers, but not day dreaming either and finally when the final bell rang, I got up slowly and went down to my car, followed by Bella, who had thrown her car keys to Bailey and got into my passenger seat. We drove for a long time not really going anywhere but not stopping until I couldn't hold it in anymore, I stopped on the side of the rode and let it all out. Bella was out in a flash and holding me as I sobbed into her. God how I loved her, always there for me, as I was always there for her. We spent a few hours like that and finally went home, I was now ready to affront the rest of my existence, without him.


Bella's POV

I was so sad that Mathieu had died, but I had to keep a strong face for Andrea, I am her best friend and I will help her through this, just like she helped me when Edward showed up. I love her and she deserves to be happy, I will do anything in my power so that her smile can once again illuminate the places she goes. I will help her, my sister, for that is what she is in my heart.

The day after Mathieu's funeral, we all went back to school and to all of our shock, the Parkins, Cullens and myself, there was a new boy, great timing. He was tall, had wavy dark brown hair, a lean muscular build and eyes- purple blue eyes- that I had never seen before in all of my years on earth. He sat at the back all-alone and from what I heard from other people's conversation, he was antisocial. He politely declined any invitations to go out or sit with people. Which is odd, cause he definitely isn't one of us. He has a strong heart beat and sweet smelling blood. But, he's different, different from the rest of the humans around here. I don't know why, how or weather it will affect us. All I know is that I will find out.


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