“Come on, Cain; help is here! See, they are gunna take you to hospital and make you better, they promise. The pain will go away sweetheart; you are being so brave! We are so proud of you.” Renee whispered as she tried to declaw myself from him, but I put up a fight; I was not going to stand by and let them take him away, not without me. I wanted Cain where I could see him. He hated hospitals as much as me after everything we have had to go though in them. I could smell the blood all over my shirt and hands but let myself get passed that minor hitch for Cain’s sake; he never left my side when I needed him before and I wasn’t about to now when the tables had turned. I was looking into Cain’s drooping eyes, and I could make out shouts and medical terms being used around me as the paramedics stuck a needle in to Cain’s forearm and fitted his neck with a brace. I saw three of the police men drag Damian’s limp body out in handcuffs and stuff into the back of a secure van. I squinted through the sunlight now streaming in via the widely open front door to see police tape surrounding our house, several police officers keeping people back and an anticipating audience, which I guessed were waiting for some gossip to pass on through the small town of Forks.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” I heard a rough voice echo all around me, refocusing my attention on the man dying in my arms, as they tried to take Cain away from me.

“Bella? Honey…” Charlie’s voice just seemed like a distant sound in my head, trying to make me loose focus on Cain. “Phil, take Renee and go in the ambulance. We’ll follow on and meet you up there. Phil … I’m sorry about this, about everything. Truly I am.” Phil patted Charlie on the back, and he pulled Renee is to a tight embrace and guided her out in to the sunlight.

 “Ma’am? … Bella, my name is Sam, Sam Uley. I’m here to help you; to help your brother, but we need to get your brother to the hospital if he is to live.” They broke us apart and fight begun, my hands in fists, connecting with the paramedic’s back, chest, and arms; anywhere I could punch, I did. Moving around made the foul smell of my brother’s blood hit me like a tilde wave, trapping me underwater. I wanted so much just to let nature take its course but I had to fight; fight for my Cain, fight for my only surviving brother. But it was my Dad who took me from behind, my arms and legs thrashing wilding, trying to loosen his grip on me, but nothing seemed to work as he physically dragged me outside. I closed my eyes, ignoring the mumbles, shocked gasps and people calling out that filled the scene, and tried to think of a plan to get to Cain, but I was greeted by a cold breeze; the sun had disappeared and had been replaced by dark heavy rain clouds. I inhaled deeply, but instantly regretted doing so as the fatal ruby liquid’s sent burnt my nostrils and my throat; I pulled at Charlie’s hands, wanting him to let me go but he simply moved his steel grip to just under my breasts and held my hair as I doubled over and violently threw up. The gasps and mutters increased, but only made it worse. Through the new and old aqua pearls spilling from my chocolate wells, I emptied the content of my stomach, over and over, until I was physically empty. The siren’s faded, and Charlie gentle and slowly pulled me back to a stand, making me rest my head against his shoulder, taking deep slow breaths, as his muscular hands stroked my face and hair while humming our song in my ear. The rain that had begun to fall was surprisingly refreshing, helping to wash away traces of my brother’s blood from my skin.