This is just an idea that I just came up with. I don't own anything twilight…Stephanie Meyers does….duh. Hope you like it.

Summary: Bella was in a car accident with her mother. Things didn't end to good. Her mother was killed and Bella lost her right leg. Now, she must move to Forks, Washington to live with her father. She continues seeking medical attention at their local hospital. Her doctor is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. While receiving therapy, she meets a certain bronze hair, golden eyed boy. He visits her everyday and keeps her company through the long and painful therapy. What will happen? I think you all know, but you'll have to read to find out! Cullens are vamps, and humans are humans. AU STORY.

"Today we would like to celebrate the life of Renee Dwyer. A Wife, a mother, and a friend", the priest said, speaking from the podium. I knew the day where I would have to sit through my own mother's funeral would come, but I didn't think it would happen so soon. As I sit here, looking at my mother's lifeless body, all I can think of is that night and what happened.

I stayed after school one Thursday evening to finish up an English paper that was due the next day. My computer at my house was down, so it was the only choice I had. My mother picked me up from school around 4:00 PM. It was our bowling night, we went every Thursday with a couple of her co-workers and their daughters. From school we headed straight to the bowling ally and met up with everyone. Everyone paired up in teams. Of course my mother and I were on a team. It was a fun night. My mother and I won one out of the ten games, which was a surprise because we never won. I was too clumsy for my own good. I was thankful I could pick up the bowling ball without falling down face first on the ground. That night was perfect. Just me and my mom. Just me and my best friend.

We left the bowling ally around 8:30 that night. We were laughing out loud and joking about how awful we were at bowling. As my mother was driving, we reached a traffic light. As we were coming up towards the intersection, the light turned red. My mother tried to stop, but the breaks weren't working. My mom reached for the emergency break, but it was to late. The only things I can remember are the screams coming out of our mouths and a loud crashing noise. A car hit the driver's side of our car, full force. It all happened very fast. Our car flipped over twice. I kept my eyes shut the entire time and tried to hold on for dear life. When our car came to a stop, I opened my eyes. There was blood everywhere. I turned to the driver's side and saw my mother covered in blood. Her body was lifeless. I screamed and screamed her name, but there was no answer. I undid my seat belt and tried to crawl over to her, but it was no use. As soon as I tried to moved, I felt the most horrific pain in my right kneecap. My right leg was completely covered in blood. The pain just kept getting worse and worse and I started screaming in agony. The only thing I can remember after that was a loud siren surrounding our car. Then everything started to become hazy and I blacked out.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed I was in a hospital. My room was empty. I was surrounded with flowers, balloons, and get-well cards. My mind was sort of out of the loop due to the pain medication, but I remembered everything before I blacked out. Then I began to panic. Was my mom ok? Was I ok? I reached for the call button and pressed it non-stop until a nurse came. Within seconds a nurse came in and was followed by my father, Charlie. I hadn't seen my father in about a year and a half, this surprised me. I was screaming 'Where is she? Where is my mom!' over and over again. My father then told me she didn't survive the crash. I broke down immediately. My dad held me and rocked me back and forth. Then I felt that familiar pain coming back to my right knee. I told the nurse I needed some more medicine for the pain in my leg. That's when my father told me the news that would change my life forever. He told me they had to amputate my leg. It was completely destroyed from the accident and there was no possible way for me to ever use it again. I immediately pulled back the covers to see for myself. Low and behold, half of my right leg was missing. I started to cry even harder. I was clumsy enough with two legs and now I have only one to function on. It was officially the worst day of my life.

After two weeks in the hospital, I started to feel a little better, physically that is. My mother's death was still eating me alive. I couldn't believe she was gone. My leg still hurt, but it was bearable. Thank god for pain medication. Charlie convinced me to move to Forks, Washington and continue receiving medical treatment there. I agreed to go. Without my mother, there was nothing left for me in Phoenix. We aggranged the funeral a couple days before we left. Her funeral was held off longer then usual because I wasn't well enough to attend.

So here I sit. In a wheelchair. I felt like a complete freak. People kept staring at me throughout the entire funeral. It was very uncomfortable. This was my mother's funeral and all eyes were on me. I hated it.

"So", the priest began, "If you would like to say your last good byes, please come to the alter and say your farewells", I didn't want to go first. I let everyone go ahead of me. I wanted my last good byes with my mother to just be me and her. I didn't want an entire room of people watching me bawling my eyes out. After about twenty minutes, the room cleared out, and everyone was in the hallway, chatting amongst themselves. After my father said his last good byes, he wiped away his tears and walked out into the hallway to let me have my time with her. I took a deep breath and wheeled myself towards the altar. I stopped inches way from her casket and reached my hand in and took her hand in mine. She was so cold. In that moment it finally hit me. She was dead. She wasn't coming back. Not now not ever. I let my tears flow out of me. I held her hand tightly and stroked it with my fingertips. Then I finally settled myself down enough for me to talk. I picked my head up and looked at my mother's lifeless face.

"Mom", I began, "mommy…its me. It's Isabella", I began to cry even harder. I had to do this, this was my last good bye. I had to get through this. I sucked in my breath and settled my crying so I could speak again. "Mom, I…I…I love you. I can't believe you're gone. You were my best friend. You were all that I had! I'm nothing without you. I'm going to miss our gossiping. I'm going to miss doing each other's nails. I'm going to miss bowling with you, even though we were awful at it. I'm going to miss everything with you! I guess they aren't kidding when they say life is to short. You had so much more to live for, but I guess God decided it was your time. I will promise you this mom. I'm going to move on and keep strong. I know that is what you would want for me. But there will never be a day that goes by that I will not miss you. Oh mom, I'm going to miss you so much", I tried to lean forward to give my mom a kiss on the forehead but I couldn't. My wheelchair was holding me back and I was still way too weak to stand up on my own. So at this point I was drowning in my own tears. I couldn't even give my mother a kiss at her own funeral.

"Dad….DAD!" I screamed out loudly. I turned towards the hallway and saw everyone stopped talking and looked at me. Then I saw my father running in as fast as he could.

"What do you need Bella? Are you ready to go?", I started crying harder and shook my head.

"No-o…NO! No, I am not ready to go! I just…I cant…I need to…to give her a kiss. I-I-I need your help", realization struck his face and he nodded. My father picked me up under my armpits. He wrapped his arms around my stomach and held me tight against his chest. He leaned me forward and I gave my mother a kiss on her forehead. "I love you mom, I hope your in a better place now. Rest in peace", I gave her one last kiss and turned my head around to look at my father. I nodded and he set me back down in my wheelchair. I picked my head up to see my father staring at my mother, tears forming in his eyes.

"Bella", he began, "I loved your mother so much Bella. I still love her. Don't you ever think that I ever stopped loving her because I didn't. I'm sorry we had to separate, it was for the best…at the time. I regretted it. I still regret it. I wish things could have worked out, but they didn't. I'm so sorry Bella", my father looked away from my mother and turned towards me. He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He wiped away his tears and gave me a faint smile. I glance over to my mother one more time and then looked down at my lap. My father walked behind me, and wheeled me outside of the funeral home towards the limo. We still had to head to the cemetery to bury my mother. The very thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

When we reached the cemetery, my father wheeled me towards where my mother was being buried. There was already a few people surrounding the casket, awaiting for the final prayer. My mother's casket was already there, awaiting to be buried. After a few minutes, everyone from the funeral home arrived and the priest began the last prayer. This was worse then at the funeral home. I started crying immediately. I couldn't handle it. The priest was short with his prayer and the ceremony ended. Everyone walked over to my mother casket, patted the wood and gave their final good byes. Then all the people that were left were just my father and me. Charlie went up first and laid a rose on the top of her casket. He kneeled down and said one final prayer. And stood up, kissed her casket, and turned to face me. He nodded once and walked to the side to let me say my last words. I wheeled myself forward and placed my rose on top of her casket. I didn't really know what to say. I stroked the wood and cried silent tears. I leaned forward and kissed her casket.

"I love you mom", I whispered. And that was it. I turned towards my father and nodded at him. He walked behind me and wheeled me towards the limo.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the reception Bells?" My father asked.

"No I…I need to go home and pack up a few last minute things. I don't really want to go anyway", half of that was the truth. I was done packing for Forks. I really didn't want to attend the reception. I was done with funeral stuff. I needed some time alone.

"Alright, let's head home then", with that my father picked me up out my chair and sat my down in the limo. He shut the door and ran around to the other side. The driver opened the door on the other side and Charlie hopped in. Then we drove off and I began my new life with my father.

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