Thanks for reading. Just in case you were wondering I used the same Authors note for both of my stories. That is why there are remarks about Edward and the story in his POV. This is a story about Emmett most of the story will be about him and what his family went through. Once again A huge thanks to all those who read and a special thanks to the lovely lady who took the time to review. As always I don't own twilight I just gave one of the characters a history.

Chapter 8: The Saddest Thing

Emmett's POV

Below is a section from my sister's journal. I never imagined the view she had. It is one of the saddest events she wrote about. As much as I cherish the life I have now, if I could take it back I would to save my family the pain they suffered.

"My grandparents are here now, more of the family will be here soon. Mom hasn't come out of her room in days. I will not leave my bed, I can't seem to find the strength. Everything is my fault, my brothers hate me I can see it in their eyes. If only I was more careful, but they were so beautiful. My brother dies while I am trying to get close to a family of deer. How stupid am I. I can remember everything, however I wish I could forget. There were two little fawns. They had beautiful white spots everywhere. I didn't realize that the slope was so steep. As I headed down the slope I slipped on something and fell. As I was falling I could feel the sharpness of the rock stabbing me while random branched scratched me. At the bottom of the slope was a huge rock, when I hit it I heard a crack. As the pain shot through my body I knew that climbing back up was out of the question, walking as well. I was hurt, wasn't for sure how bad but I thought my leg was broke. Dad was going to kill me for not listening but I knew that my brothers would come after me. With it getting cooler, I knew the sun was setting and I was spending the night right where I was laying. I was sure I wasn't that far off the trail, I couldn't have been. I grabbed my shoe and tried to throw it as hard as I could so it would land on the trail. I was in and out of sleep the whole night and way past the afternoon. I was cold and hungry and my leg was killing. I heard voice but they slowly faded away.

My nightmare started shortly after that, I saw my brother come through the trees. Millions of emotions ran through our faces as our eyes meet, I was going to be safe soon. I was going to be with my family. I heard something ruffling through the trees and then it came charging out. About the same time I saw the bear my brother turned to run. It was the biggest grizzly I think I ever saw, it looked like something that would be in a horror story. As I tried to crawl closer to the tree to hide, I couldn't move, I was frozen with fear. My brother couldn't move fast enough, as the paw came down it clawed him across his back right across his shoulder, down to his waist. His claws went right through his flannel shirt. Then the bear did it again and again and again. As the bear came up to attack again his claw ran across the back of his head as if he was slapping him. With that my brother fell to the ground while screams of terror escaped my mouth. He was trying to get away but with no success, I wasn't much help either. It seemed like I couldn't convince myself to move, what was wrong with me? It was horrible, my brother was dying because of me and all I could do is cry and watch. I was a coward. The last thing I remember is seeing this glow come out of the trees and threw the bear threw the woods. It could only be an Angel, she bent over my brother and they were gone…my brother was gone.

Well much to my surprise I had been moved, I was by the lake now, was everything a horrible nightmare. Tyler and Ryan was there, they carefully took me back to camp. If everything was a dream then why was my leg still hurting and how did it get wrapped up? Mom, dad and Jay were there waiting, you could see pain all over their faces; it was the same pain in my nightmare. Emmett was nowhere to be found, I was confused even more now, everything felt out of place, the realization was setting in. My brother was dead. I didn't need them to tell me what I already knew. Dad came over and picked me up, he just hugged me, he said he loved me and there was bad news. I have never seen my dad cry before and the next thing I remember was being in Dr. Brown's office. He was wrapping up my leg while my dad was talking to the sheriff and my brothers were with my mom. Jay tried to comfort me but everything was lost. I remember just laying there crying. Ryan carried me and held me on the ride home and I remember waking up later that night.

I have had to tell my side of the story many times and listen to my dad and brothers tell me and other family members what they found. I can recite it almost perfectly now with every detail to the images that run through my mind. Dad said that Ryan took him where he left Emmett and found my shoe. They found the area where I was originally at and the place where Emmett was attacked. He went on to say that there was so much blood, more than any one person could afford to loose. There were pieces of his flannel shirt everywhere and his son was nowhere to be found. Each time I had to look at my family tears while my own flooded my face when I think about how selfish I was. I killed my brother. I made my brother miserable during the last days of his life. All he wanted to do was go to school and make the family proud. He was only doing what my other brothers did. I didn't want to lose my best friend, I only hope he knew that I really loved him. The amount of blame that I carry for what I did and for what happened may never go away. I made my family sad.

The day finally came, the one that would make everything final. The funeral. The towns blacksmith made a beautiful hand crafted wooden coffin, I had no right to ask but I did anyway. I asked Ryan to put the Fishing Spot on the top of his coffin and he did. The service was really nice. As we were beginning to leave I walked in on Jaysen and Tyler conversation, Ryan was walking in front of me and my parents were not far behind us. I heard the nastiest things come out of Jaysen mouth, down right hateful. I remember yelling at him, telling him that Emmett was my brother too and didn't he know that I already blamed myself. So he didn't have to!

I don't remember much after that except being carried up to my room, I was glad I was being put in my room. I didn't want to deal with anyone anymore. I couldn't handle everyone's questions, their comments, the pain. Can you imagine that worst thing you could ever see or ever saw? Take that image and make it the scariest thing ever. Now, take that image and replay it everyday, for every question and every person, with every look. Now stop and really think about it for a minute. Think about the tone of the question and how it was asked. Was it asked in concern or quilt? Would you give them the short answer or give them the fully drawn out picture that is a constant replay the the horrible events. Would you want to live with that memory every day you. Every time you sat down at a family dinner or holiday gathering. How about birthday or a special place? You would be reminded of what you did, or why there is an empty chair at the dinner table. I had 4 brothers, now I have 3. I killed my brother, my best friend. The worst part about it was that I did it on mine and Jaysen birthday. I never got to say I'm sorry I couldn't help you, Good-bye or that I love you. My memories of the good times and a happy family are now hard to relive and remember. At that moment it was if my world had ended. Slowly I became just as dead as my brother.

After I read this, I couldn't believe the images she lived with or how my family must have suffered. If I still had a heart, I'm sure it would have been broken by now. This explains a lot when I saw her almost 8 months later.

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