Lose Yourself

Everything happened so fast.

One minute we were singing along to Eminem, laughing at our ridiculous impressions of him and the next, we hit something...or someone.

In that single moment of impact, the world stood still.

Jess hit the brakes quickly and the car jerked to a stop.

All that could be heard was the lyrics blaring through the car, 'You better lose yourself in the music, the moment you own it, you better never let it go'

It was ironic really.

Tanya slammed the stereo, ejecting the CD. It was deathly silent as we all sat still. Neither of us daring to look out at what we hit.

Angela started weeping next to me; Jess turned back and shot her a glare. She turned back and started the engine.

"What are you doing?" My voice came out in a whisper.

She chose not to listen to me, panic rose in the car.

"Jess stop!" Leah shouted.

"Shut up! We need to get out of here!" Jess yelled back and started driving away.

"Jess we hit...something, we should stop and check" When she didn't listen, I continued "Jess, please just st-"

My words were cut off by the sound of nails scratching the back bumper, screeching loudly.

Tanya turned back, her eyes wide in fear. I felt the sound move through my body, sending an icy chill down my spine.

This didn't deter Jess, if anything it only gave her ammunition to drive faster. Tanya slapped her arm, "Jess, stop!"

Angela's cries grew louder, Leah began pounding the back of Jess's seat and I just sat there, watching all the chaos.

Suddenly, the screeching stopped and so did the car.

I shot up in gear and moved towards the car door. "Bella, what are you doing?"

I felt four pairs of eyes on my back, the cold air smacked my face as I opened the door. I climbed over Leah and got out, she said nothing more. I turned my head towards her, "I need to see if...if they're okay" I whispered.

And it was then, that we all acknowledged it was more than possible we had hit a someone and not an animal like we had maybe hoped. Leah nodded numbly. No one stopped me and no one followed me.

I walked towards the back end of the car; my eyes caught sight of a body lying in a pool of blood a few feet away. I held on to the car and bent over, emptying the contents of my stomach. It's there I saw the lines of scratches, whoever it was had struggled to get free.

Oh God, what had we done?

The cop's daughter in me sprung back to life. I wiped my face on my sleeve and took a deep breath, keeping my head down and I followed the trail of blood.

My hands were shaking at my sides as I stood a step away. I fell to my knees and began sobbing. "Oh God, please be okay," I begged silently.

The man's eyes were wide, but there was no movement in his green eyes and there was no rise and fall of his chest. There were cuts all over the man's face and all over his hands. I saw something hanging out of his jeans - a wallet.

I gingerly grabbed it and scurried back. I tentatively opened the wallet; there were credit cards, receipts and I found what I was looking for, a driver's license.

His name was clearly addressed as Emmett McCarty Cullen. He was handsome, the best looking guy I'd seen and his blood was on our hands. We killed someone.

I screamed for the man that lost his life.

I screamed for the family he left behind and most of all, I screamed because we had done something horrible that could not be undone.

We killed a man.

Who suspected it was Edward at first? Be honest and please review if you wish for me to continue!