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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight- If I did Bella would've been
a vampire at once with awesomerest powers!
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Bold: POV's or short time skips
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Italics: Memories or thoughts
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Preface
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I can't live without her; it's just as simple as that. I never really realized it when I was little. When we were little. Or rather... when we were not yet we... when we were two seprates... opposites; unconnected... distant.
I guess it was only later when I finally realized how much I needed her to be around me... be around us. But even then, when she was gone, I didn't quite understand. The one summer, the single day, that she convinced us to go out and have some fun like normal little girls would do... it just had to turn out like it did. In bloodshed.
The day started for us as would any other. We simutaniously woke up to the annoyingly consistent beeping of the old alarm clock... we changed from our night time pajamas into out normal attire... we went to fix breakfast, which was indeed quiet hard for two six year olds... we started eating-. Stop. That's where everything went wrong. When everything changed on that fateful morning. At breakfast.
Two small six year olds giggled at each other's faces- covered in flour, completley whitened. Though they were never usually even this close, as twins tend to be, they were trying to get along today. For the sake of their mothers happiness... the happiness that was so important to the both of them.
After carefully washing up as they were taught, and giggling a bit more, the two each picked up a plate and entered the small dining room area of the insignificant apartment. There, in a hard, uncushioned chair, sat a woman with golden-brown hair and wide, childish brown eyes.
"Bella, Sapphs, I'm sorry that I made you cook breakfast for me again." The woman said guiltily. She sneezed once in her hands and had a brief coughing fit. Bella, the elder twin, spoke up for both of the young girls.
"It's fine, mommy," She said in a that soft voice of hers, her chocolate orbs wide and innocent. "We'll help as long as your sick."
The woman sighed, as she scanned he faces of her beautiful daughters, the pictures of innocene. They were both very fair-skinned, and had long, straight dark brown hair. Their eyes were identical to their mother's-- wide, innocent... childish. Each of their faces had a certain childish roundness to it, both adorning the same expression- worry.
"I'm fine, really. I've been feeling much better thanks to both of my little anges," Renee, the woman and single mother, assured. Seeing her daughters skeptical expressions, she stifled a cough.
"In fact," She added, taking the plate of too-brown pancakes and under-cooked scrambled eggs, sounding a bit more cheerful than before, "I think that you should both go out and play."
"No," Sapphire, nicknamed Sapphs, protested immediatley.
"Definetly not." Bella agreed with a short nod. The woman, again, sighed lightly.
"Bella, dear, it's definatley. And you girls are only six, by a week or two at that!" The woman's forehead creased. She looked older than usual, instead of the carefree, childish Renee that she usually was. "You should be outside playing, not taking care of a mother with a cold." She chided lightly, looking for her childrens reaction, slightly wary. Bella acted as if she was considered it, when it was clear she wasn't, and Sapphs, her little adorable Sapphs, bit her lip to hold back a most likley rude comment.
"Who'll take care of you then," Bella finally settled on, face no longer scrunched up into fake thoughtfullness. The woman's eyes brightened considerably, as she suddenly had an idea.
"Phil!" She exclaimed, finding her current boyfriend as good of an excuse as any. "I'll call Phil, and he'll come over and take care of me while you two go out!" She exclalimed, seemingly ecstatic at the idea of her 'perfect man' taking care of her. She must of forgotten that her 'perfect man' was out of state in a baseball tournament currently.
"He's not here!" Sapphs excalimed, sighing all too dramatically at her own mother's 'blonde moments'. The woman pouted upon realizing the truth to the words.
"Please go out with your sister, Sapphs. For me?" She pleaded, hands together as if she was about to pray. "Pleeeeaaasseee?" She stretched to word out for an annoyingly long moment.
"Mom, you know that look won't work on us-" Sapphs was cut off,
"Fine." Bella said.
I was brought out of my train of thought when Sapphs walked into the room. We were now eight, and it was now exactly two years after that day.
"Grandma's here." She said, eyes lowered to the ground. She glanced up at me. I don't know what my expression was, but when she sawd me her eyes softened and she hugged me tightly in her arms.
"We're going to make it through this," She whispered into my ear. I nodded my head once, knowing that I should be the one being strong, not her. I was older. I was the older sister. I was supposed to protect her. And from now on... I would.