DISCLAIMER - i do not own twilight stephenie meyer does

This could not be happening. It felt like my perfect world was shattering into a million little pieces. And all it took was a few simple moments.

"You're mom is in a better place now." Those were the words that the doctor expected would comfort me. It only made me more upset.

How could this have happened?

Flashback

"Sweetie, I'll be right back. I have to go to the store to get a few things," my mom said to me.

"Ok mom, see you in a few minutes," I said giving her a hug before she left. In just over ten minutes I heard the siren of an ambulance. I ran out of our apartment to see what was going on and I saw our car sitting there in the parking lot beat up and on its side. I ran down the stairs and saw my mom on a gurney being put onto the ambulance.

"Mom!" I screamed. "Mom! Please don't leave me! I need you!" I ran over to one of the doctors. "Please tell me that she'll be alright." I begged him.

"We won't know for sure until we get her to the hospital. I'm sorry," and with that he got into the ambulance. "Are you immediate family?" he asked me.

No duh. "Yes sir, that's my mom," I told him.

"Then come on in," he said holding out his hand. I grabbed it.

That was when we were taken to the hospital. I'm not sure how long I sat there in the waiting room crying like a two-year-old. All I know is that it seemed to take a million years. That was when the doctor came out telling me that my mom was gone. She was never coming back. I would never see her living ever again. I would never see her smile or hold her hand or hear her laugh ever again.

That was when the darkness swallowed me up.

I woke up to an uncomfortable bed and an annoying beeping sound coming from somewhere nearby. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in a hospital room. Great. This was real. Fresh tears formed in my eyes and spilled over.

"You're awake," I heard someone say. I knew that voice. Even though I had not heard it for ten years. I would never forget that voice. I looked over to where it came from and saw my father sitting in one of the chairs.

"What do you want?" I asked him while giving him the death glare.

"I came to see if my daughter was alright," he said, looking innocent. "Is that such a crime?"

"It is when you haven't seen, or even bothered to keep contact with her for ten years!" I said shouting now. "It is when you broke her heart when you left and didn't bother to apologize!" the beeping was becoming more frequent now. I sat up. "It is when you left her and never came back! While she was stuck at home wondering what she did wrong to deserve having her father leave her!"

Just then the nurse came in with a clipboard. "How are you my dear?" she asked with a false note of cheerfulness.

"I'm fine," I said through clenched teeth. I kept glaring at my father sitting there looking ashamed. Good.

"Ok I'll be back in a few moments to bring you some food."

"I'm not hungry," I grumbled.

"We'll see about that," and with that she left the room.

"So, father. How have you been these past ten years?" I asked with plain sarcasm. Like I cared.

He just stood there. How rude!

"Sweetie I'd—" he began

"Don't sweetie me!" I interrupted him.

"Rosalie," he said firmly. I was shocked. Whenever he was around he never called me that. Just Rose or Rosie. He hesitated. "I want you to come to Washington and live with me." He finally said. Again I was shocked.

"Are you crazy?" I asked bewildered. "I'm not gonna stay with you. I haven't seen you since I was six. I'm sixteen now. You know nothing about me."

"Well I'm trying now! Won't you give me that chance?" he finally yelled, exasperated.

"No! You had ten freaking years! That's plenty of time!" I yelled right back at him.

"Well I'm sorry but I have legal rights. You are coming with me whether you like it or not." He stated firmly.

Two days later I was back at my apartment packing my things. It was hard to do so because the tears that were falling were making it hard to see. I started thinking about her funeral yesterday. I guess you could say it was nice, but to me it was torture. If my mom were here she would hold me tight and tell me everything would be okay. She would kiss my face and… No! I could not think of her right now, my eyes could only hold so many tears at one time.

Once I was done packing my room I went to my mom's room to grab what I could fit into my bags. I ended up taking her jewelry, some of her clothes, and her favorite decorations.

Life was going to be hard from now on I knew it. Who did he think he was telling me that I had to go with him whether I liked it or not. I'd like to see him be forced to do something. But no, I'm the child and I have to do what the judge says I have to do. Even if it meant leaving my sunny city of San Francisco, my friends, and my life, to go to a small, dreary town of Forks, Washington. I despised that man.

The next day as we were about to leave I was saying goodbye to all my friends and family that I have known all my life. I got into the car very reluctantly and with many protests, but finally I was in the passenger seat all buckled, ready to go (although for me not so much), and awaiting my new life.

AN- i hoped you liked it. i know it was really sad. i almost cried when i was writing it. please read and review.