Hey, guys. This is an idea I've been thinking about lately. I'm not exactly the best writer, so bear with me. I don't know exactly where I'm going with this story. But, I figure I'll just let it write itself. If anybody has any ideas, I'll gladly accept them. So, read up, and tell me what you think? Please and thank you.

Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine. At all.

I stared out the window as the rain drops raced their way across the glass. My mother sat beside me, humming to some song she had found on the radio. I loved hearing my mom sing, she honestly had the most beautiful voice I had ever heard. Better than all those girls in Hollywood. Suddenly, the song changed, and on came "Dancing Queen". I groaned and looked back at my mother who instantly laughed and started singing the song, as loud as she could. I laughed at her, my mom could be so funny sometimes.

We were on our way to Seattle. My first day of second grade was in a week and my mom decided I needed some back to school clothes. I really couldn't care less about clothes but she insisted. And I did love spending time with my mom. So here we were, heading down the highway on a rainy Monday afternoon. My attention was diverted for a second as my mom's cell phone started to ring.

"Hello?" my mother's musical voice filled the car as she turned the radio down. I returned to observing the downpour outside of the car. From what I could tell, it was my father who had called. Probably on a break in the hospital and wanted to say hello. At that moment, I realized lights were shining on my face. I heard my mother scream and as I looked up, I found our car heading straight for another car. Then everything went black.

When I finally came to, I was in pain. My head hurt, my arm hurt, my side hurt. I lifted up my head and saw the car was completely mangled. That's when it clicked. Accident. Then, I got scared. It was quiet in the car. I turned my head to see my mother slumped in her seat, completely silent and unmoving. She had a large gash in her forehead that I tried to ignore. I unbuckled my seatbelt, ignoring the sharp pains in my body, and inched over to my mom.

"Mom," I said. She didn't respond. "Mom," I tried again, a little louder. I started to freak. Why isn't she saying anything? "Mom, " I said again, this time shaking her shoulder. No response. No, I thought. This isn't real. She'll wake up, I know it. "Mom," I started yelling now, violently shaking her shoulder. The tears started to come. "Mommy," I started to beg. She had to wake up. Suddenly, somebody pried open the side of the car. I barely took notice. I was crying steadily now as I started screaming for my mom.

"We've got a boy in here," I head a man's voice yell. And then I was being picked up and taken away from my mom. No. I couldn't leave her here. She needed to wake up.

"MOMMY!!" I was screaming. She was getting further and further away from me. "MOM!! MOM!! MOM…"

"Mom!" I screamed as I shot up in bed. I looked around for my clock and noticed it was blinking 3:02 at me. I groaned and sat against my headboard, trying to ease my breathing. I couldn't get a grip on myself. Why can't you fucking get a grip? Come on, you're a big boy…I internally kicked myself. I didn't want to keep having this dream. I mean, it had been ten years ago. There had been plenty of time and therapists in between then and now. So why did I keep having this god awful nightmare? I realized I wasn't going to be going back to sleep anytime soon so I ripped the covers off and trudged downstairs. My goal: a nice glass of water and some cold medicine. Tomorrow, or today I guess, was Saturday and I just wanted to sleep in. The medicine would knock me out for a good eight more hours. As I hopped off the last step and rounded the corner, into the kitchen, I could slightly make out a figure sitting at the kitchen table. My dad. Dr. Carlisle Cullen in all his glory. He turned as he heard my footsteps approaching on the tile floor.

"Edward," he greeted me.

"Father," I smirked as I stuck my hand in the dish washer, searching for a clean glass. We constantly saw each other at odd hours of the night. Me searching for a solution for my sleep deprivation, him sneaking some slutty nurse or intern out of the house hoping I wouldn't see him. Tonight was different however. Just him.

"What, no naughty nurses tonight?" I questioned him while reaching into the cabinet, fishing around for some Nyquil. I heard him sigh at my comment.

"Edward…" he started, sounding slightly exasperated. I knew my comments about his love life irritated him to no end, but that's exactly why I did it. I couldn't resist.

"Don't worry about it, Carlisle, I won't tell," I kept pushing his buttons. "I understand the sexual frustration, must be nice to have the entire nursing staff drooling over you down at good ol' Forks General." He just sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he once again averted his eyes out to the downpour. Obviously, he wasn't going to put up a fight tonight. Might as well crawl back into my bed and leave him to wallow in self pity or whatever.

"Alright, well, I'll see you in a few hours. And if any girls happen to show up, remember, always use protection. Safe sex is great sex!" I escaped up the stairs with my glass and two of the lovely little pills. I hopped over to the bathroom and filled the glass with water, quickly throwing back the medicine and taking a big gulp of the water. I strolled back into my room and jumped under the covers. I could already feel the effects of the Nyquil and I sunk back into my pillows, happily welcoming the wonderful black abyss.