Hey guys! Here's a shiny new update for you. I know you guys want answers and explanations and such but uh...its not in this chapter. *avoids tomatoes* yeeeaah sorry bout that. But I promise answers will come. Maybe in the next chapter? Hmm, who knows, well I do but details schmetails.

In other news, I hate angst. Sooo much *heavy sigh* but its neccessary for now. For those of you who like when the characters are frolicking gleefully in the forest and laugh and smile stupidly at each other as they braid each other's hair and have awesome earth shattering sex...well god even I would rather read that than this. lol. Kidding, but yes thats not now, soon though. Soon...sooner than you realize. lol. Ooookay I'm ranting, babbling, whatever. Hope you like!

Lil' Miss

Is heaven supposed to be this dark, was the first thing Angela said, or thought rather before she opened her eyes. She winced once she did but opened them anyways, preferring the searing pain in her eyes than the cold darkness. She blinked a few times, everything was incredibly blurry and she realized that she didn't have her glasses on.

Damn it. Where are those bitches?

She strained her neck a little but stopped when she heard rustling and felt her hand drop to the linen sheets. Eyebrows scrunching in confusion, Angela peered down but again couldn't see anything –wait. Colors shifted and lines grew thinner when she focused. It wasn't crystal clear but it was definitely better than it had been.

I wonder what that means, she thought.

Shrugging, Angela focused her gaze on her lone hand again. It felt cold, not dead cold, which was something, but still a lower temperature than normal. She noticed the IV was in the other hand and that one felt fine. She made a fist with her cold hand and subconsciously smiled at the tingling sensation that rocketed up her arm. She paused her clenching and dropped her smile.

Ok she was going crazy. Maybe that's why she's in here. She totally lost her shit and they decided to prod her brain for a reason as to why. Well she wasn't restrained. Good. It means they don't think she's violent. She groaned at her noisy brain and looked up as she heard rustling again. Her breath caught and her heart raced as she saw who was seated in the chair next to the hospital bed. Rosalie Hale.

What was she doing here?

Angela gaped like a fish as she watched her, blinking furiously thinking this had to be a dream.

Well I'm still awake.

"Angela?"

Angela turned her head to the other chair next to her and smiled at the sight of Amelia curled into a ball, with her reading glasses askew on her face as a book lay open on her chest. The woman sat up and stretched, looking like a big lazy cat as she yawned. Slowly opening her eyes and seeing Angela smiling softly at her, she popped them open quickly and rushed to her sister's side.

"Oh my figgin' God, Angela!" She was immediately shooshed by her sister who covered her mouth and motioned with her neck to the sleeping blonde in the room. Amelia nodded and moved her hand away.

"How are you feeling?" She replied more softly.

"Okay, a little groggy and I feel all floaty and stuff which is reeeaaally nice." Angela grinned widely and Amelia chuckled.

"That's because they jacked you full of morphine or something heavy for your migraine and abdominal pain. So you're essentially on a big ol' drug trip right now." She noticed Angela's confused expression.

"Do you remember how you got here, Angie?" Her sister glanced away from her and then slowly shook her head.

"I don't know the specifics but a girl called me on your cell phone and basically ordered me to get my ass down to Forks Hospital because my sister was being rushed there by ambulance. She said she was on her way there and that she found you in a classroom and you were really out of it, she helped you to the nurse and then you passed out, woke up, complained of intense stomach pains and then threw up and then passed out again. I fucking chewed my boss's ear out for trying to get me to stay and then left work and drove like a crazy ass motherfucker to get here. You were already here when I Tokyo drifted the parking lot," The older girl's eyes flickered to the blonde. "and so was she." She added.

Angela got that tingly feeling in her stomach again, which seemed to make that floaty feeling all the more better. She smiled dopily at the pretty blonde. Amelia bit her lip to keep from laughing at her sister's jumping heart rate on the monitor.

"Do you remember any of what I told you?" Amelia said after a moment, trying to get back on track.

She remembers being terrified. Terrified of dying, terrified of what was behind her shoulder after she had already looked over twice. She remembers Bella falling, and helping her up, walking her to the nurse, meeting Esme…staring at Esme…feeling her lungs collapsing when she saw what was in Esme's hand, basically running the hell out of the nurse's office while Bella limped out alongside her. She remembers meeting up with her, in a classroom, Bella was acting weird, Angela hadn't blamed her for it but she still didn't like it. They started talking, then shouting, then tears. Defeated, grief stricken tears. Angela almost cried in front of her sister just thinking about it. She didn't though. Bella told her to run, they didn't have options, they had no one who would understand, and they were alone, alone but together. So they would run and hopefully give themselves time to figure something out. Bella left Angela to her thoughts. She was grateful for the space. Bella knew her so well, that sometimes it was creepy. She cried. She remembers feeling numb and angry, and sad, and then her headache came and never went. It stayed and pulsed angrily by her temples as she wept alone. She sobbed and sobbed and her headache got worse and she knew she should stop but she couldn't stop the tears. She felt weak as she cried her heart out in an empty classroom; sobs racking her body and splitting her head open even further. She remembers a door opening and an angel walking in, her footsteps small as she inched almost uncomfortably to her pathetic weeping form. She felt a tingle in her shoulder that for the briefest moment made all the pain vanish. Then the hand retreated and the pain all came back tenfold and she thought she fell out of the chair that she had been sitting on but she doesn't remember the impact, then everything went dark.

Then after that it's all blurry and nothing makes sense and then darkness again. She doesn't like the darkness so much. She hears a voice, or voices and it makes her never want to close her eyes again.

"Because it fucking won't leave us alone, Angela!" Bella's voice echoes in her head. She was right. It never would.

She was scared. Really, really scared.

She could admit it to herself. She would be stupid not to be and Angela Webber was anything but stupid. Her 4.o grade point average throughout her high school career was testament to that fact and Angela prided herself on her studies, her ability to absorb copious amounts of information quickly and execute them effectively, top of her class in every subject, even Math though she loathed it. She knew that her brains and grades were her only ticket out of here. It was the only thing she had going for her. She had dreams and aspirations to get out of this Podunk town and never look back. She needed to get out of here; it was like a mantra that she would tell herself daily. Her plans for the future were the only thing Angela had to look forward to; it became her only distraction after her mother had died. She had never thought much about what life was like away from all this greenery and soggy weather before the accident. Leaving Forks was just something she never considered. But with Amelia skipping through the house with heart shaped eyes and humming cheesy love songs on repeat (the ones that never failed to get stuck in Angela's head for hours), it wouldn't be long before her sister finally left Forks too. Her sister would never leave her here by herself she knew, so this running thing, though painful, seemed like a good idea at the time. She wanted to make her mom proud of her, her sister. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life restless and unhappy, hating her life. It was easy to get yourself stuck in a town like Forks and forget your way back to civilization and she desperately needed a change of scenery. Too much had happened here, and she needed to find a place that wouldn't remember her, people who didn't know her. She needed a beginning.

But new beginnings were hard to come by now a days.

No kidding. Angela thought bitterly.

"You okay, baby girl?" Angela looked at her sister's worried gaze and nodded gently.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just thinking is all. I remember a little." She also notices that the story Rosalie told her sister (she's assuming the blonde did anyway) wasn't completely accurate but how was she to know if it was Rosalie or Amelia who told it wrong.

Looking at her sister, wanting to change the subject desperately and finding her solution missing around her sister's neck, Angela almost sighed in relief. The necklace her sister always wore from her douche of a boyfriend was gone. Which means one of two things: she found out something that would warrant a break up or he took it back and hawked it for beer money, which might also warrant a break up…and a slap in the face, Angela hoped.

Bastard.

"What happened to Toby?" Angela asked in a disinterested tone, but raised an eyebrow curiously at her sister's bare neck. Her sister was slow to reply and scratched her neck subconsciously. Angela glared. She was still groggy, but she was going to be groggy and cranky apparently.

"Ass cheated on me. Plus you hated him and we can't have that. I feel like the biggest dumbass because I'm finally starting to see why you did," Amelia looked at her. "Thought you'd be happy." Amelia said, as she raised an eyebrow of her own and tucked a loose brown curl behind her ear.

"I am happy. Dude was a huge loser, but you were just so…happy. I guess…I just didn't want that taken away from you." Angela said softly, shoulders slumping even further in her seat. It gave her hope; her sister's happiness, that if something did happen to her…

When, she reminded…that maybe she would be alright. She would have someone or something else to focus on and make her feel better or at least she would know what loving life and being happy with how things are felt like before her little sister died in some freak accident or not-so-freaky-but-subtle accident and left her with nothing. But now she's just by herself, distraction-free and that makes it worse for Angela to silently say goodbye. Angela feels like her death would just be even more destructive to her sister than it could have been.

"Who says I'm not happy? I get to start over, fresh. I'm like a gardener going out to tend to my flowers and veggies and smiling because I know that those pesky loser weeds are already pulled. The soils rich, the leaves are healthy and I can finally look at something beautiful." She turns her eyes to Angela who has soft tears in her eyes.

She chuckles. "That's what mom always used to say."

Her sister smiles sadly, nodding at the memory, "Yeah, just a little revised is all. Then again, her trippy analogies and metaphors for life never were consistent, always changing to fit a situation." Amelia hums softly. "That's one of the things I always loved about her. She had one for every moment in life," She smiles slowly as bittersweet pictures flashed in front of her eyes, "She even had one about making pancakes. God I miss her so much." She rushes out breathily and almost inaudibly, forgetting their possible heaviness. But Angela heard it.

Angela nods, wiping an errant tear from her cheek. "Me too."

Amelia looks up from her lap, remembering that she wasn't alone and in fact talking about their dead mother for the very first time since they lost her. She had unknowingly unloaded all their emotional baggage in the space between them and didn't know what to do with it. She was ripping open those tender wounds that had yet to be acknowledged were there and it all seemed like too much again. The daunting tension hung in the air mockingly, glaring down the girls and throwing up its hands frustratingly and saying 'Now what? Who wants to go first and talk about how much losing your mother felt like being sliced open and left bare and numb inside? Hmm, anyone? No? Well I guess I'll just sit right here until someone does or one of you breaks down entirely. Can you pass me that home improvement magazine?'

It wasn't healthy, she knew, but neither was the stabbing pain in her heart and the crushing feeling in her lungs whenever she thought about her mother, or randomly smelled her perfume when walking down the familiar hallway upstairs, or finding some old doodad that had belonged to her around the house, but she felt even worse when she saw the obvious emotional pain she had caused her baby sister. She scooted her chair closer to her sister and grabbed her hand that was laying on her stomach. She frowned at the cold temperature and carefully sandwiched Angela's between both of hers to warm it up. "Hey now, what's all this? Bad plumping or something?" Amelia jokes lightly in hopes of alleviating the choking tension in the room. It doesn't work so well. She sighs, cupping her sister's cheek and gently wiping a warm tear with the pad of her thumb. "I didn't mean to make you cry baby girl, it was a dumb analogy or whatever anyway. You're sister is shit with poetry." She smiles when that earns her a choked up giggle from Angela. At least it's something.

"You're fine and I think it was a simile by the way." Angela laughs more clearly at her sister's eye roll. "But it was good though. You should write it down like mom used to."

Amelia closes her eyes for a moment; her breaths coming out a little shaky and she swallows passed the tightness in her throat and pushes passed her discomfort with the topic. "I'm not sure I'd remember it anyway. You were always good at that stuff. You and mom both." Amelia paused. "It always made me kinda jealous. It was something you guys shared, the vast mental shelf space, the knowledge. You have a bigger memory than my fancy dancy computer." Amelia admits, blushing a little.

The youngest Webber smiled softly at her big sister, loving her even more now that she was finally opening up to her.

Baby steps.

"I got brains but you have her beauty in spades, Mee Mee –plus plus you talk just like her, you have this charming, witty, hippyish-Pocahontas 'I follow the flow of the river because I'm awesome' way of speaking. Sometimes I have no idea what the fuck comes out of your mouth or what it means but I wish that I could because you sound just like her."

"Pocahontas?" Amelia asks, lifting an eyebrow, knowing exactly who she was talking about.

Angela rolls her eyes. "No doofus. Mom."

Amelia's lips curl into a small grin and nods. "I know I was just doing that thing where I crack jokes at inappropriate times. It's like the worst defense mechanism ever but I'm working on it." She says, rubbing the back of her neck.

Angela smiles, "I know."

There's a lull in the conversation that drags on for a few minutes. Both sisters avoiding eye contact and fidgeting in their seats, Angela picks at a loose thread on the thin hospital blanket, pulling it and then twirling the strand around her index finger then unwinding it again, and Amelia biting her lip and raking her painted mahogany nails up and down her jean clad thighs.

Well this is getting us know where. Again. Amelia thought dryly.

"You're wrong ya know." She says through the silence, her words halting the younger brunette's distracted motions.

"About what?" Angela peels her eyes away from the woven pattern in the blanket that she forced herself to stare at and not the sleeping blonde on the other side of her, and looks up at her sister expectantly. Her sister doesn't answer for a moment, she just looks at her baby sister, piercing eyes looking into hers, adoration shining so brightly it blurs her vision for a bit.

"You look just like her, Angie. Every day I find something that makes me do a double take. You are such a beautiful girl and no that's not that kinda bullshit you think I'm only tellin' you because I'm related to you and I'm supposed to say that. You are in fact, one hot mama jama and yes I did, in fact say that, and I love you very much. I never want you to tell yourself differently –on either counts." Angela bit her lip hard to keep from crying. Her sister just kept looking at her like that, with those same intense loving eyes that always reminded her of her mother.

"I love you too, Mee Mee. Even if you are a doofus." Amelia lets out a watery laugh and sniffs.

"I love you too, Gee Gee. Even if you are a total nerd." Amelia echoes. Angela chuckles and smiles, opening her tired arms out for her big sister to climb in. She does, holding her closely but carefully for a few minutes until they hear a knock at the door. Dr. Cullen walks in and smiles warmly at the two sisters, not saying anything about their embrace. Both girls blush at what they must look like and Amelia moves back to her chair.

"I'm sorry to interrupt. I just came back with your test results."

"And?" Amelia asks somewhat irritably at lack of information and not quite able to completely dissolve the sudden tension from her body, even if he is gorgeous. Angela gives her a look that says 'behave or I'll cut you when nobody is looking'. Amelia sees it and purses her lips in a tight line.

"It's strange really, I'm sorry for the lack of a better word but it seems that you—"

"Dr. Cullen?" The blonde doctor turns and looks at the man by the doorway, his hair sticking up in different directions like he was busy running his fingers through it and Angela narrowed her eyes as they zeroed in on the black splatter on his pale blue scrubs.

"Yes would you hold on for one moment please? I'm in the middle of a—" The disheveled man shook his head quickly.

"It's um…the Swan girl," the man whispers the last part but Angela heard it perfectly, surprisingly enough. The Doctor raised a perfect blonde eyebrow questioningly and glanced down at his pager as it beeped on his hip. Angela was instantly worried.

"I need to take this but I will be back. I'm terribly sorry for having to leave you like this." He said apologetically. Angela smiled reassuringly and told him it was alright. He smiled softly and left quickly out the door, his white lab coat billowing behind him.

"Well, that was all kindsa rude and unhelpful." Her sister looked disapprovingly at the door the cute doctor just left through and looked at Angela. "At least he's hot." Amelia smirked.

"He's married too." Angela offered with an amused smile. Her sister shrugs.

"The hot blonde doctors usually are." Angela snorts a laugh. Her sister smirks knowingly, her eyes glancing at the other forgotten (not really) occupant in the room. "Speaking of hot blondes…what's her story?" She waggles her eyebrows playfully and rests her elbows on the bed and fits her cheeks between her fists, squooshing them together comically. Angela stares at the sleeping beauty sitting perfectly still except for the almost too subtle move of her chest. She smiles instantly at the sight, loving the warm tingle in her stomach and race of her heart. Her sister looks from Angela to the blonde and back to the brunette again, a slow smile spreading across her face. She knows that look. She adjusts her elbows a little and looks at her sister expectantly.

"Aaaand go!" She whisper yells and giggles as her sister jumps a little, forgetting that she had an audience. Angela stares at her horrified as her sister grins mischievously.

"I'm gonna get it outta ya sooner or later, little sister. It's only a matter of time." Angela gulps audibly. Where had she heard that phrase before?

…time.

Then she remembered.

She was running out of it.

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