"I was sitting in the almost empty hospital room, a tearful Charlotte on my left and a stressed Matt on my right. I was in the middle, not fully understanding the full situation. I'd been briefed in on the accident as Matt sped us off to the hospital. What my siblings had refrained from telling me though was that mum wasn't in the hospital. She was already at the morgue.

I was slouched in my seat, silently cursing the drunkard who'd hit them. No one knew who it was and there'd been no immediate eye witnesses. I kept praying to God that they'd be OK. I begged him to let them stay with me. Even though deep down I had the sinking feeling that noting would be alright, I held onto my tiny slither of hope. I wasn't going to give up on them.

What must have been hours after our arrival a doctor appeared in front of us, a grim look on his face. I slouched further into my seat, closing my eyes and hoping against hope that my ears wouldn't hear what I knew they were inevitably about to hear.

"Are you the Willis children?" he asked in a tired voice. I looked to my left and then to my right. Neither Matt nor Charlotte seemed about to reply.

I managed a weak "yes" whilst feebly nodding my head.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," he started before pausing. I was on the edge of my seat, my head felt like it was about to explode from fatigue, "but we lost your father in the operating room." I let out a horrified gasp, tears were prickling at the corners of my eyes, refusing to go any further than that, "he had several serious internal wounds, he lost too much blood. There was nothing we could do for him."

I carefully ran over what the white coated doctor had just told us. Dad had gone.

But he hadn't said anything about mum.

"You said you lost our father," I started, getting everyone's attention on the first syllable, "what about our mother?"

He graced me with a funny look and I felt Matt's hand on my right shoulder.

"Tillie, she died in the crash." He breathed.

I stared at him in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me?" My tears were now swimming around my eyes, angrily refusing to leave them but impairing my vision.

"We couldn't face up to it."

I stood up and stared at him, my watery eyes ablaze. "You couldn't face up to it?" I screeched, "I'm your SISTER! I'm her DAUGHTER! I had every right to know rather than holding onto this phoney hope! You should have told me that my mother is dead!"

I turned on my heel, tears now streaming down my face as the raw emotion engulfed me.

I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. All my mind could focus on was the fact that my brother and sister had betrayed me. And how I was now an orphan. In a matter of a couple of hours I'd been left parentless. Mum and dad were dead. I would no longer be able to go to them with my problems, or lose myself in their tight, protecting embrace.

I'd lost them forever.

**********

I sat bolt up right panting heavily. I could feel the tears that were streaming down my cheeks. My dream had been so vivid. It was exactly like the night itself, down to every last minor detail.

I felt two arms wrap themselves around me. I closed my eyes and leant into the warmth of the body those arms belonged to. I felt myself considerably calming down. My breath wasn't in forced pants anymore, but a regular shallow intake of oxygen.

"It's OK," Karl's voice whispered softly in my ear, "it was just a dream."

"It wasn't." I managed to chock out, "It wasn't a dream, it was a memory."

He pulled away and looked at me oddly before leaning back in and tightening his embrace, pressing his soft lips up against my forehead.

"Don't worry," he assured me soothingly, "even if they're not here with you in flesh, they're with you in spirit."

He'd understood about my memory. He knew me better than I knew myself at that point in time.

"I need them to be here with me in person though." I forced out, "I need someone here in person to keep me going."

He reached up and gently brushed away my lingering tears with his thumb before he leant forwards and softly kissed me. He pressed his forehead up against mine and tangled his fingers in my hair.

"Tillie, I promise you now that no matter what happens I will always be there for you. I might have to leave for a short while, or maybe even a long while, but I will come back to you and we will live happily ever after."

I smiled weakly at him as I contemplated the idea. "Do you promise?"

"I promise.""

The sound of the voice of a woman in her late sixties filled the room as she began to read the account kept in the leather bound book that she'd found hidden in her attic. She'd never read this story before but immediately knew who'd written it. Enraptured she continued to read the book aloud until she reached the last entry.

"Karl stopped me on the doorstep before we entered our house, our new house that he'd bought for us to use when he was home so that we weren't always hanging around my siblings place or the band's.

"I'm sorry." He said, his eyes dropping.

"Hey, don't be sorry. We couldn't live a lie forever."

He cracked a smile at me and I pulled him down into a soft kiss.

"It doesn't matter anyway; I'm finally ready to face the future. Not matter what happen to be the consequences.""

"Wow grandma. . ." a young girl with large dark chocolate coloured eyes and almost black hair looked up at her grandmother with a look of wonder and awe on her face. "Is all that true?"

"Yes, I think it might be."

"Whose diary was it?"

"Tillie Fisher's."

"Isn't your maiden name Fisher?"

"Yes it is."

"Grandma, who is Tillie Fisher?"

"She's my mother. And Karl is my father."

"What happened to them?"

"They lived happily ever after."

"Where are they now?" the young girl questioned.

A smile spread across Liberty's lips and she pushed a few loose strands of hair away from her face. She looked down at her granddaughter, love shining in her eyes and she thought back to that time in her life. She only had faint memories left of it all but she after having read the diary everything was reawakened in her.

She thought about her brother, Devon and how he was currently in the South of England. She thought to her parents and then she thought to her own children and their children. A tear broke free of her eye and ran down her cheek.

"Heaven."

The End

A/N: Thank you everyone who read the story. If you left a review I want to thank you for helping to keep me motivated. If you read the story but didn't review, I want to thank you anyway. I already have my idea for the next story; it should be appearing on here sometime soon so keep an eye out for it.

Originally the end of this wasn't going to figure in the story but it came from a sudden burst of inspiration I got whilst attempting to get my brain to switch off so I could sleep. I'm quite happy with how the story turned out however. This is one of the first really long stories I've written up on to the PC and the first one that I've actually managed to finish off. So thank you everyone.

A special thanks to wiredcrazyfrances who's been with me the whole way through the story, right from the beginning.

Thanks to: smudge, Another Dreamer, Windows Strikes Back, Laur1532, nuttyginger, goodbyexforever, Kendar, Sarah, Sheild Maiden, Sapphire Baby, vio, Katie, Dream and Write, , all-american-girl50, SummerSweetie14, Caribbean Fairy, Moonlight Silver Wolf, noseinbook, elohimdancer319, Anti Krypton, guacamole, Bloody Love, noodleashy143, lahapoo, CuTe-BaYbE-GuRl, PsychoStalkerBarbie, Terror Strikes At Midnight, Alleyna, prettypuppy19, Phoebe Love, Little Precious, sapofbks2004, mai, annchick1273, summergirl63088, Lidia, sne8989, vampiresrock24/7, Jen, Aka Dove, Otabee Mox