A/N: Hey guys! This is the sequel to my other story "Lost Memories", so feel free to read that too! (I do not own any of the Lizzie McGuire characters except for Ben.)

FLASHBACK

Lizzie's Mom opened the door to her room. Jo's eyes were red and puffy like she had just been crying. Lizzie looked at her worriedly.

"Mom! What is it?" Lizzie asked with curiosity as she sat up in bed. Isabella did the same. Jo came and sat on the ground where Isabella was in a sleeping bag and looked sadly into her eyes.

"Isabella, sweetie, that was the hospital on the phone. They called to say that last night your Dad fell asleep at the wheel and drove off a cliff along with your mother. I'm so sorry sweetie!" Jo said sadly. Tears formed in Isabella's eyes as she cried softly on Jo's shoulder.

Lizzie's POV:

I stared down at Isabella sadly as I watched her cry on my Mom's shoulder. I felt really heartbroken too, but I know I didn't feel as upset as Isabella. I didn't know what to say as I felt too sorry for her and wondered whether her parents were dead or alive.

"I-Isabella, I'm so s-sorry!" I said as I forced to keep the tears back. Isabella didn't even look up; she just kept her head on my mother's shoulder while she rocked her back and forth like a baby. A couple of minutes later, Isabella pulled apart from my Mom with tears streaming down her pale face.

"Honey, I'm not sure whether your parents are okay, they wouldn't tell me on the phone, but they said we could go and see them at the hospital. Why don't you pack your stuff up, have some breakfast and I'll drive us to the Hospital, okay?" My Mom asked calmly as she stroked Isabella's soft hair. She nodded slowly as my Mom exited the room and shut the door behind her. We just sat there in silence for a moment and all I could hear were her faint sobs.

"Oh Isabella I-," I began as I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Don't." She interrupted and shrugged me off. I watched her as she as stuffed some things into her bag and walked out the door, leaving me by myself. 'How could this have happened on her third day in America? Her parents didn't even get to adjust into their new home yet and already, they could be dead.' I thought miserably to myself. I tried my best to keep my hopes up for her as today could end in a disaster.

We were in the car on our way to the hospital and my Mom was driving. Isabella hadn't said anything all morning except 'don't' to me when I tried to comfort her. The car was too quiet and I was desperate for someone to say something.

"Mom, are we going to the same hospital as the one I went to during the accident?" I asked as that was all I could possibly think of.

"No honey, this hospital is on the other side of town." My mom answered. I looked over at Isabella and she was just staring out the window in a trance and fighting back the tears.

"I know this is hard for you, but your mom and dad could be okay." I said to Isabella. I could tell she wasn't sure, but she nodded anyway.

We arrived at the hospital and we walked inside to smell the smell of fresh paint. I knew immediately that this hospital had just been built and everything looked new. My mother walked up to the receptionist and we followed her like a herd of sheep.

"Good morning, how may I help you?" The lady said politely.

"We are here to visit Don and Marie Parigi who were brought here last night. And we would also like to find out how they are." My mother answered back.

"Okay, Dr. Carter will be with you ladies in a moment. For the time being, please take a seat in the waiting room." The lady said. My mom nodded and we followed her as she led us into the waiting room. I sat there impatiently with horrible thoughts going through my head of what could happen to Isabella's parents. I couldn't imagine how hard this must have been for Isabella herself. I looked over at her and she had her face buried in her hands. I couldn't help but cry myself.

After what felt like and hour, a tall doctor came out of a surgery and stepped out in front of us who I suspected to be Dr. Carter.

"Are you the family of Mr. and Mrs. Parigi?" The doctor asked.

"No, I'm just a family friend who is looking after their daughter, Isabella." My mom said as she pointed over to Isabella. Isabella didn't even look up.

"Isabella?" Dr. Carter said as he knelt down so he was look directly at her. Isabella slowly looked up and stared at him.

"We operated on your parents just then and..." He paused and looked like he didn't know what to say.

"And WHAT?" Isabella yelled impatiently with tears pouring down her cheeks. The doctor ran his fingers through his dark hair and I thought I was going to explode any minute if I didn't find out what had 't save them." Dr. Carter said as he looked at her. Isabella's face turned whiter than it was before.

"No! NO! They can't be dead, they can't be! I didn't even get to say goodbye! You're lying, I know you are!" Isabella cried as she ran down the corridor to get to the surgery. Dr. Carter tried to stop her but she was too quick. I just sat there with my mom, not able to control my tears, and I could also hear my mom sniffing too. This was a night mare. Dr. Carter went after Isabella, yelling at her not to go into the surgery and my mom and I got up and went with him.

Isabella burst through the doors, ignoring the sign that said, "NO ENTRY". There were a couple of other masked doctors in there, and gasped at the sight of her barging in. There were two beds in there with green cloths on both of them, and underneath were two long bodies. There was blood everywhere, all over the doctor's aprons and hands and on the green cloths. Isabella walked in a little further and saw the uncovered heads of Isabella's dead mother and father. She screamed at the sight of them and went to walk nearer but Dr. Carter grabbed her by the arm.

"No Isabella! Your not suppose to be in here! I know you want to see your parents but you can see them later when we've cleaned them up, okay?" He said as she tried to pull her back. My mom and I tried to help him pull her back too.

"NO! Let go of me, all of you!" She screamed as she struggled to get out of our grip. "You don't understand, they can't be dead! I have to see them NOW!" She continued to yell. I knew this was hard and depressing for her, but she shouldn't have seen them like this and it just seemed so inappropriate.

"Come on Isabella! Let's just get out, we can't be in here! You can see them later, we promise!" I called out desperately. Isabella elbowed me hard in the stomach and winded me as I let go of her to clutch my stomach. She whacked my mom in the face with the back of her hand and kicked Dr. Carter in the shins with her heel. Then instead of going to her parents, she ran out the door and out of the hospital. I picked myself up, still clutching my stomach and went to go after her, but my mother stopped me.

"Just let her have some time alone sweetie." She said as she had her hand on her face from Isabella hitting her. I nodded as Dr. Carter took us back outside into the waiting room and was still wincing at the pain from his shin. He told us he was going to call security to get Isabella out for hurting him and us but we begged him not to and he agreed as long as Isabella behaved from now on.

My mom called my dad at work and told him the news and he was very upset too. It was a weekend and Matt was at a friend's house but my Mom couldn't contact him. All of us were grieving but we knew we didn't feel as upset as Isabella. It was 11 o'clock and my Mom went to the cafeteria to get something to eat. I told her I was going to find Isabella since it had been a while and we walked our different ways.

I walked out into the sunshine and squinted at the brightness. To my left there was a park where patients could relax and go for a walk so I headed over there. I looked further ahead and I saw Isabella sitting on a bench which was under a tree so I went up to her and sat down next to her.

She was still crying, but not as hard and I put my arm around her shaking body.

She looked at me and said, "What am I suppose to do now? I'm all on my own! I don't have any relatives that would want to take me in and I don't want to go to an orphanage!"

"You're not going to go to an orphanage Isabella! I promise!" I told her.

"How do you know?" She asked still sniffing.

"I'm not going to let it happen, I promise!" I said. She tried to force a smile but it didn't come out.

"I miss them already." Isabella said softly as she began to cry again. I held her tightly in my arms as I cried too.