AN- Just to let you know, I don't plan on making this story very long. It was really hard for me to figure out how to get the way I wrote this to work, and I think I got it figured out. Review please!

Disclaimer: Once again, I am not Stephenie Meyer and I do not own Twilight.

Renee POV

I was in my office, organizing my papers. I had to start working on my student's report cards. I was about to sit down when I felt something pierce my back. I cried out falling to the ground. It was pulled out, then plunged back in again. I screamed as loud as I could. Then it stopped piercing me, and I was alone in the room. I had never seen anybody come in or go out.

Alice POV

I had just shut the door when the phone rang. Bella went over and picked it up. I wished that I could hear the other side of the conversation.

"Hello?" She asked, then paused.

"Yes," she said, getting worried.

"I'll be right there," she said, her voice cracking. She dropped the phone and grabbed her purse, running for the door. She left Rosalie and I stunned watching after her.

Bella POV

"I'll be right there," I said, not able to stop my voice from cracking. I dropped the phone, not caring where it landed and grabbed my purse. I ran out the door, leaving Alice and Rosalie stunned. It didn't even matter.

It had to be my mother. That would explain the people gathered around her place. Something had happened to her.It was bad enough for the hospital to call me, so I was really scared. I had never really told her anything about how I felt.

I jumped in my car and sped off. I was glad that my mom had bought me a new car. The truck would never have been able to go this fast. Now I had an Audi Coupe.

When I got to the hospital I parked and jumped out, running into the emergency room. I ran to the front desk, wondering how I didn't fall.

"I'm Isabella Swan, and I just got a call to come here," I said to the lady at the front desk. She looked at me over her glasses.

"Yes," she said, and I recognized her voice as the one that had called me."Come with me." She got up and walked past me, and I followed her. She walked a little ways down a hall before stopping and facing me.

"We were told that somebody heard your mother screaming and they came running into the room. She was on the floor, bleeding badly. It looked like someone stabbed her. We have no idea how she lived through it, but we don't know if she's going to make it much longer," she said apologetically. I started crying silently.

"Is she still awake?" I asked. She nodded and opened a door for me. I entered a door and saw my mother laying on the bed with lots of tubes going into her. She shut the door behind me.

"Mom," I said, running as best I could over to her bed. She just looked up at me sadly.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said.

"Let's talk about something happier," she managed to choke out.

"Are you dating that Cullen boy?" She asked, startling me. I didn't want to lie to her.

"Yes," I whispered. She frowned a little bit.

"It's going to distract you. I don't want you to ruin this for yourself," she said. It was time that I told her how I felt. I might have never gotten another chance.

"Mom, I don't want to sing. I don't enjoy it. I like writing. I would rather be taking writing classes than have to sing. Singing was never something I wanted to do," I said quietly. I heard the machine that was keeping track of her heartbeats speed up. I knew this was bad.

"I love you. Do what makes you happy," she whispered. I cried harder. Then the beeps slowed down way too much. They were very far between, and I knew this meant that she was dying and there wasn't much anybody could do.

Nonetheless, I ran out into the hall and yelled,"My mother is dying! Help!" Instantly a doctor came running, and pushed his way into the room. When he got to the machine there was only one long beep and a line across the screen.

"I'm so sorry," he said. I only nodded, sobbing. He pulled the sheet up over her, and left the room to get some things taken care of. I had a call I needed to make myself.

I went out and pulled out my cell phone. I called Alice's number first, and she answered immediately.

"Bella! What happened?" She practically yelled.

"Just please come down to the hospital and bring everybody with you," I sobbed into the phone.

"But I need to-" she started, but I cut her off.

"I'll tell you everything when you get here. Just hurry," I said. She hung up, knowing there wasn't anything more that she needed to say.

I had to go out into the lobby to wait for them so I could meet them. They came in ten minutes after I called Alice. They all ran up to me, trying to hold back their questions.

"My mother was attacked by someone. Whoever it was stabbed her. She didn't make it," I said, sobbing harder than I ever had. Edward wrapped his arms around me, as did everyone else. I just cried into Edward's shoulder.

One Week Later

Today was the funeral. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to be forced to remember things I was trying so hard to forget. If I forgot it wouldn't hurt. I had to make a speech too, and I was dreading it.

I was dressed in all black, just like everyone else in the school. No one really cared about her death, though. Only my friends, the teachers, and I. I guess that was really all that counted.

I had to have people with me all the time. The police were worried that whoever had attacked my mother might be after me. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere alone. I always had to have one of my friends with me and a cell phone in case we were attacked.

I didn't pay any attention during the ride to the church. Edward was whispering comforting words to me, and that was all I focused on. When we got there I stepped out silently and walked into the church. I sat down in the row that was reserved for family and their guests.

I sat with my friends as the priest talked, and when he was done it was time for me to go up. I was crying again, but everyone in the room was.

"My mother was a wonderful person. I know that she did not deserve to die this way. No one does. The person who did this is an evil, dirty person. They deserve all the horrible things they get.

"I really loved my mother, despite what some people think. For the longest time I thought she hated me because I was there, a burden. But I know that I was wrong now. She did the things she did because she wanted me to be happy. And now I can be. I just want to say thank you, Mom. I love you." I stepped down, sobbing harder. A couple more people got up to talk about her, all walking down with tears streaming down their faces.

After everyone was done speaking we were allowed to get up and share memories with other people about her, and look at her casket. I had to go to the bathroom, and I figured I would be fine if I was alone for five minutes.

I walked into the bathroom, glad to finally be alone. Or so I thought.

"Make a sound and you'll be like your mother."

AN- I know, I know, another cliffie. I bet you guys can't guess who said that last sentence. It's not that hard, if you really think about it. I would like fifteen reviews before I post the next chapter!