A/N- Short A/N today, because I have writing and homework to do. In this story, vampires do not have blood, but they do have bones and all that. Not completely made of stone (or whatever it is they are made of). They do not heal quickly, so Bella does have to go to the hospital. And she can get hurt. Please don't tell me it's stupid how I changed it, because I don't really care, it's my story and I'm going to write it how I want to. Sorry if that sounds rude, I just don't like nasty reviews :).

Now that that's cleared out, the drama begins.

I don't own Twilight

I walked in the hospital room to see my mom lying motionless on the bed. My dad was sitting beside her a chair in complete hysterics.

"I am NOT leaving her." He growled at my grandma.

"Edward, you have to get up. Let's go for a walk. You can leave her for ten minutes and nothing will happen." She soothed.

"Yes. What if she wants to wake up? This is my fault. I have to be here with her. It's my punishment."

"What's your fault?" I asked.

My dad looked like he had something to hide.

"Hi, Renesmee," he greeted me glumly, "Um, well, mom's Volvo doesn't have airbags, so it's my fault that she's hurt."

"Oookay." I murmured, though I highly doubted that was the truth. There had to be more to this.

I walked over to my dad and sat on his lap, like the old days. He brushed my hair back and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. Jake stood behind us, staring at my mom.

"Hurt pretty bad, huh Ed?" Jake asked.

"Yeah. And don't call me Ed. You know I hate that." My dad snapped.

"Sorry, sir. So what's the damage?"

"Coma." He answered, hating to say the word out loud.

My grandma made a face and pointed towards the door, and I knew she was just avoiding the fire.

"How they not know she's a vampire? The IV-"

I tried to continue but my face was slapped.

"Oww, dad, what the hell?" I exclaimed, feeling the burn of his slap.

"Come here." My dad got up and walked over to the bathroom.

I followed awkwardly, not really knowing what was going on.

We went in and closed the door.

"What the hell did you think you were saying?" He scolded. "Ever heard of cameras?"

I froze, wondering if anyone had heard anything. I shook the thought away.

"Sorry, dad. Can you answer my question? Does anyone know?" I asked.

"No, thank god nobody called an ambulance, because if they did, the paramedics would have noticed there was no blood coming out of her wounds, and would have been suspicious." He explained.

"What about the other guy? Why didn't he call the ambulance?"

"He's dead, Nes."

I nodded solemnly, and finally remembered that mom's car had an air bag.

"It does, honey, I lied." He said, catching me off guard and reading my mind again.

"Why? What is there to be lying about?" I questioned.

"Nothing. I just- nothing. It was stupid, I'm sorry."

"Dad, there's something else. I know there is. Just tell me." I pleaded. This was going to go my way whether my dad liked it or not.

"No, there is NOT," my dad was yelling now, "I told you, I was stupid and lied. I'm sorry."

"No, that is not true. Please tell me what's going on," I pleaded, "I will find out sooner or later. You know grandma will tell me."

"Well then let your grandmothers tell you. See if she knows."

A/N- Hope you liked it! Sorry its short but I have to go… at my sister's house and still have homework.

-Bry