A/N: I don't own any of the amazing characters in this story! -starts sobbing sadly-

"Just shut up and listen to me! You are a spoiled brat, you are so ungrateful why can't you be a better?!" My dad Charlie was yelling at me as I sat in the back of the old police cruiser. Unfortunatley, this was normal, my parents were always yelling and fighting with me. I really don't know how most of these fights start out, but they always end up with either me or my mom Renee crying. However, today Charlie was the one doing all of the yelling, Renee was just sitting in the passenger seat staring at the passing cars.

By now dad was pratically turned around in his seat making sure that I was listening to him like he had said to. We were heading down the highway in L.A. going about 76 miles whict was a little fast considering the fact that traffic could stop at any moment.

"You need to stop treating us like we are worthless!" I could tell that he was just getting started. "You are the worthless one if…" he was cut off mid-rant by a large semi-truck smashing sideways into the front of the car. The cruiser stopped with a jerk and I was wrenched forward, my head hitting the metal bars of the divider. Everything went dark.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I was laying in a bed surrounded by many beeping machines. Soon after I woke up, a nurse came in to check on me and looked surprised to find me awake. Before I could ask her anything, she ran off somewhere. That was strange I thought to myself.

When I tried to get up, I found that I was very sore and stiff all over, my arms were covered in black and purple bruises. That's right, I had been in an accident! My memories were starting to come back to me now. My dad yelling at me. Mom looking out the window. And the truch crashing into our car.

Where were my parents?! Were they ok? As all of the questions swirled around in my head I could hear the beeping of my heart rate on one of the machines speed up, my breathing got ragged as I started to panic. Just as I thought that the fear was going to overwhelm me a doctor rushed into my room and stuck a needle into one of the tubel coming out of my arm. Almost imediatley, I began to feel very tired. Eventually, I blacked out.

Once again, I woke up in my hospital bed, but this time someone was waiting for me. It was the doctor from before. "Hello there." His voice was low and scratchy, it seemed as if he hadn't gotten any sleep in a while. "How are you feeling?" he seemed genuinely concerned.

"I'm feeling as well as someone who has been in a car accident can feel. Which isn't very good." I replied matter of factly. He laughed at this. "Where are my parents?" I asked. He seemed taken aback by my question for a minuite, then I saw an old sadness fill his eyes.

"When the paramedics brought them to the hospital there wasn't much that we could do for them. The front of the car had collapsed, crushing both of them in the process. But they did say some things that they wanted passed along to you." It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. My breath caught in my throat as I realized that the last thing my dad had said was that I was worthless. Tears were now spilling from my eyes and running down my cheeks onto the sheets of the hospital bed. Noticing that I was crying, the doctor stod and got me a box of Kleenex. When he sat back down again, he brought out a note pad and flipped it open.

"Your father said that just because they are gone, you should follow your dreams and not dwell on the bad times. He said to focus on the good memories and to not give up just because things seem hard." The doctor repeated. "Also, your mother wanted you to know that they fought with you because they wanted you to be happy and because they loved you." When he was done talking, I started sobbing so hard that the frame of the bed was shaking along with me. I felt empty and sad that I couldn't tell my parents that I loved them and that I was sorry. Now they would never know and I couldn't tell them even if I wanted to. That night I cried myself to a dream less sleep.

One Month Later

My parent's funeral was yester day. All of my family members were there some sobbing, some with looks of pain on their faces. The thing that I couldn't stand was that some people had the nerve to come up to me and ask if I was ok, I just lost my parents, how do you think that I am doing? Did these people think that I would be ok after losing both of my parents? That day I recived many hugs, sympathy words, and pitiful stares from those who felt sorry for me. I didn't need their pity I just needed my parents back, but that would never happen so I had to try to live my life again. I was only 16 and I had lost both of my parents, how sad is that?

One year later

I tried, I really did try. But in the end I couldn't go on like this. It had been a year since the accident, and after their funeral I had tried to do as they said I should and get on with my life, but I couldn't. there was a hole inside of me that no amount of hugs or kind words could fill. My parents were gone and no matter what I did I couldn't change that. About a week after the ceremony, a lawyer came to the house and said that he needed to discuss my parent's wills with me. Apperantly my parents had left me with everything, the cars, the money, the house and everything in it. Although, my dad was a police officer, and my mom was a professor at the university, my family was rich. I don't mean rich like a few hundreas thousands, I mean a few millions. Where all of the money came from I don't know, nor do I care, all I remember was that it came from some distant relative. In the end, I ended up selling my mother's car because I didn't drive it and I had my own car.

A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. When I reached the front door and opeaned it, I saw a man standing in the doorway holding a briefcase and dressed in what looked like a rather expensive suit.

"Can I come in?" he asked. Even thought he could be an axe murder, I didn't care, I let him in and showed him to the living room. We both sat in chairs facing each other.

"Bella, I am from the lawyers office, and I have some news that you need to hear." His voice was cautious, and I could tell that he was nervous of my reaction to the news that he was bringing.

"Yes, what is the news?" I asked, I was trying to be as polite as I could.

"Well it has come to the attention of the state that you are underage and that you are living by yourself in a house under your parents name."

A/N: Please review, and no really mean comments! I will however take constructive criticism.

love ya,

Rose