©Molly Looby No way. I knew I was dying. I knew I was dying fast, but this hit me like a speeding bullet. How long did I have left, years, months, weeks? Days...?

For Ali-Rose life is just a fading moment. Fighting from her inevitable death is the only thing she can do to save her family from the grief that is sure to engulf them. But something on the horizon is about to change her life...

(This is a Twilight fanfic set twelve years after the end of 'Breaking Dawn', but not from Bella's POV, from the POV of Ali-Rose - all will be revealed if you care to read on.)

(Author's Note: Before you read Mattie, please can I just point out that it was written when I was fourteen-fifteen years old, and it was also the first thing I ever wrote and finished, for my own benefit and that of a close friend. I know it has its flaws and I'm okay with that because this story made me grow as an author more than I could've imagined. I truly hope you enjoy it.)



SCHOOL WAS DIFFERENT SOMEHOW. CARLISLE HAD agreed that it was safe for me to return to school. It seemed the only time I was in danger was in the night while I was sleeping. Mondays were boring, just like the rest of the school week. Alison and Harriet had told me that I still didn’t look well as I handed my letter to our tutor.

“I’m fine.” I had reassured them. But they didn’t look as though they believed me. Jamie, Jay and Martin – the boys in our group of friends – noticed a different change. They noticed when I seemed to be out of energy quickly. Naturally they teased me, but the teasing subsided as the day went on. They were truly worried about me.

After lunch we had R.E, the most useless subject. Humans don’t care about other humans religions. I found R.E utterly pointless, when would I ever need it? I doodled aimlessly on an old page in my homework diary once I’d finished the work. The work was very tedious. It appeared to be the same thing every week. When the bell rung for next lesson I noticed that I had drawn powerful lightning bolts in the middle of my page, with a much smaller wiggly line close to them. I ripped the page out angrily, and threw it in the bin. You didn’t need to be a scientist to figure out what my doodles meant. I walked absentmindedly to our next lesson – history. I loved history. Sometimes I would have to stop myself from laughing when the teacher told us the dates we were going to be studying. At the moment we were studying World War Two, a time when all of the Cullen’s – minus Bella - were already vampires. I couldn’t concentrate on the teacher’s words. During the day I had realised I was becoming weaker. When we were playing catch I couldn’t run very far without panting, or throw the ball as far as I used to. It was very frustrating.

“Ali? Hello?”

“What?” I hadn’t realised Martin was talking to me - I still got confused when people called me Ali. On all of the school registers I was Ali-Rose Black. So my friends shortened it to Ali, thinking that Ali-Rose was my full name. My full name could never be put on the register. It would cause too much suspicion and excitement between my class mates, and it would draw attention to me, I definitely didn’t want that.

“What’s the answer?”

I sighed. It was the same every week. “It’s an opinion question.” I said quickly reading through the instructions. “You have to write why you think the Nazi’s did each of these things.” I pointed to the sheet of paper that had been placed in front of us.

“Yeah I know, but what’s the answer?”

“There is no correct answer.” I was starting to get annoyed. I took a deep breath and flinched.

“Are you okay?” Martin looked more worried than I’d ever seen him.

“Yeah, yeah, fine. Sorry about that.”

“Why are you sorry? You should have stayed at home – I would have done.” He grinned at me and I smiled back, remembering that smiling made me look a lot healthier. I started on my work, but was interrupted by Martin, unsurprisingly.

“Why were you off last week – if you don’t mind me asking?”

I was surprised that this was the first time today that anyone had asked me, I was a little shocked, but I had my answer ready, it was the same thing that Carlisle wrote on the letter for my tutor.

“I had a bad cold, it turned into some sort of cough and so my chest hurts a bit,” This was a complete lie, I’ve never had a cold or a cough in my life and my chest still hurt quite a lot, but I was ignoring it. “But I’m fine now, I haven’t coughed all day.” This part was true, thankfully, I hated lying, and I wasn’t very good at it.

“Oh okay. You just, aren’t yourself today.”

“I know.” I answered sadly. I couldn’t be happy – like I usually was around my friends – because of my inevitable death, it wouldn’t leave my mind, it cast a shadow over me - and it seemed - everyone around me as well. I was finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything. I was so fragile. I hated it. I tried to occupy myself with the work, but it didn’t take me very long to finish. This morning I had woken up to find everyone in my room again. Last night had not been a good one. I had to be resuscitated three times. Three times. I think Carlisle sent me to school to take my mind off it and stop me from worrying, but it hadn’t worked. I was worrying more than ever. I just wanted to be at home, where I could be myself. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I looked up at the clock. Only half an hour left.


I looked round at Martin. He was staring at me with a look of both concern and confusion.

“Are you sure you’re all right. You can trust me you know.”

I looked at his innocent face. “I know I can. I’m not alright, but don’t worry about me.”

“Why don’t you go to the medical room?”

“No. There’s no point, there’s only half an hour left.”

He nodded. “If you need anything I’m here okay.”

“Okay, thanks Martin.”

Martin has always been one of my closest friends. When I first went to school, nearly a year ago, he was the first person to talk to me. We’ve been friends ever since. He reminded me of Emmett in some ways, probably because he was constantly joking around. When the bell went I sighed with relief, which hurt. It was the best sound I’d heard all day. I rushed to my locker, grabbed my bag, shouted a feeble goodbye, and raced off in the opposite direction to everyone else. I made my way through the twisted backstreets to where Carlisle always waited. It was better that my friends never saw Carlisle, especially Alison. I couldn’t imagine what she’d say. I whizzed around the corner and found Renesmee and Jacob. I ran towards them and jumped into Jacob’s arms. I couldn’t stop the tears from running down my face.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Jacob crooned as he ruffled his hand through my hair. Renesmee wiped away my tears and opened the car door. They had brought Edward’s Volvo. It was the most inconspicuous of our cars, apart from maybe Carlisle’s new Mercedes. Edward’s Volvo was quite old now, he needed a new one, but he liked the old one too much to get rid of it. I couldn’t understand why. We drove home as fast as the Volvo would let us, which was slower than I was used to.

“What car are you going to get when you’re old enough to drive tiny vamp?”

I thought about this for a while. “I don’t know . . . maybe a nice Porsche, something fast . . . or maybe a Ferrari.”

“You have a better taste in cars then Bella, she doesn’t understand cars, never has, never will.”

“Maybe it’s the way I’ve been brought up. Everyone in our family loves cars, apart from Bella, so I’m, naturally, the same.”

We pulled up outside the house and Rosalie was waiting in the door way. I ran over to her and gave her a big hug.

“Hi.” I whispered.

“Hi, did you have a good day at school?”

“No, not really.”

“I was right. I told Carlisle you should have stayed at home.”

“No, no, it was fine. It’s good to have a bit of normality.” I let go and plodded into the house. I looked around and noticed a Cullen was missing. “Where’s Carlisle?”

“He had to go to work sweetheart. There was an emergency at the hospital.” Carlisle didn’t have to work very often, he was never at work when I was home from school, but while I was at school he worked. He still enjoyed his work. He’s always enjoyed helping people. Esme smiled at me and I jumped into her lap. I closed my eyes for a minute, I was exhausted from school. It had been a tiring day. When I finally found the energy to get changed out of my school uniform I noticed that Alice had brought my bags up for me. I knew it was Alice because her sweet fragrance was flowing around my room, as though she’d danced her way in. I wriggled awkwardly into a long top and a dark pair of jeans. I slumped onto my bed and picked up Twilight. I had been reading for a good hour when I heard Bella laugh from my door frame. She walked across the floor and peered over my shoulder, looking to see what page I was on. I was on the meadow scene - my favourite chapter throughout all four books. She looked at me, searching for something in my face, I looked back, not sure what she was looking for.



“You do know that you’re books are amazing, don’t you?”

She laughed. “I don’t really think it was my writing. It’s the story. I do have one amazing story.” She closed her eyes and sighed, she looked like she was deep in a blissful memory. She opened her eyes and shook her head to clear her thoughts, but it wasn’t like she could only think about one thing at once. My brain is capable of holding several things at once, but I’m so easily distracted that it hardly counts.

“You’re story is good as well you know.”

“Is it? I’ve only been alive for four years, ten months and a bit.”

“You’ve had a pretty incredible life so far. Maybe you should write it down, it’s fun, and it’ll keep your mind busy.”

I pondered the idea. It probably would keep my mind busy, and that can only be a good thing. Also, I probably would find it fun. I liked being creative, if I started to do this then I could stop bugging Edward for piano lessons.

“Okay, I’ll try it. Thanks Bella.”

“You’re welcome honey.”

She smiled and glided out of my room. I searched under my bed for my long neglected laptop. I found it under a pile of old books and colouring pens. I blew the dust off the top revealing ancient faded stickers. I opened it up and it whizzed and whirred as it attempted to start up. My full name jumped out at me. When was the last time I logged on? When was the last time anyone ever used my full name? I typed in my password – VampireWerewolfCullen – it clicked into life and my desktop screen popped up. It was an old picture of me and Jacob. I was on Jacob’s shoulders squealing with delight. You could see Bella and Edward in the background, watching us, proud looks dominating their faces. I smiled at the picture and loaded Microsoft Word. I adjusted the settings and began to type. I loved the sound my fingers made as they hit the keys, it was comforting and peaceful. I was writing about last Wednesday, the day before Renesmee and Jacob arrived. I was writing it as though the reader had read Breaking Dawn, but had no idea about my existence. I laughed to myself as I added in all the need-to-know details. I read over what I had written. I had managed to write nine pages in next to no time. I was really enjoying myself. I decided to end my chapter and start a new one. I started tapping away once more. After a while Esme called me down for dinner. I groaned and hit the save button for the millionth time. Jacob was already eating when I got to the dining room table. It was nice to have someone to eat with, instead of someone just watching me eat. I looked at the bowl in front of me. It smelt foul. I had a bowl full of twists – or that’s what it looked like to me. I picked one up. It was flexible and white. It was in a creamy sauce. At the most, it was interesting.


“Yes dear?”

“What is this?”

Jacob laughed at my ignorance with food.

“It’s called pasta dear. It’s full of carbohydrates, which are good for energy.”

I nodded, not really caring what was in it. Jacob was already halfway through what he had been given, he seemed to like it, but that didn’t surprise me. I picked up as many pieces as the fork could hold and shoved them into my mouth. I chewed for a few seconds and then swallowed the mouth-full whole. I shuddered and continued with the rest of the bowl. I dropped my fork into the bowl with a clang. Jacob leaned back and stretched, he’d finished at the same time as me, even though he’d eaten double what I had.

“Thanks Esme,” Jacob said in the direction of the kitchen. “That was brilliant, as always, thank you.”

Esme came gliding in to take our bowls. She smiled at me when she’d seen that I’d eaten it all.

“Did you like that Ali-Rose?” She asked curiously, as she did after every new meal.

“No, sadly not, but what can I say? It’s not blood is it?”

She laughed and made her way into the kitchen to put our bowls in the ever empty dishwasher. I noted the absence of the rest of the Cullen’s, but I didn’t blame them, the pasta stuff must have smelt just as awful to them as it had to me. I made my way back up to my bedroom as quickly as I could. I was eager to get typing again.

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