Yeah, so this was originally not fan fiction, but I'm lazy, so now it is. Actually, it's something called Flash Fiction, which means it, has to be under one page. Anyway, all human. Bella was the one to get hit by the car, Edward was the one to hit her. This is kinda out of character, but the whole getting hit by the car seemed to fit Bella, along with the cliff diving, so I think that it's close enough to Twilight to be posted.
Pain. Excruciating pain. Her body was on fire, she wanted to die. Well, she wouldn't have to wait long…
No, no, that wasn't right; she didn't want to die. That's why she walked away. Away from the bridge, away from the long, hard fall; but that wasn't right either. She walked away from the bridge, away from death.
Then why was she dying? The pain made it hard to think… It felt like the car was still running into her, again, and again…
The car! That was why she was dying; the car had hit her! For a moment she almost felt like smiling; she remembered! The car was silver, a Volvo, maybe, and didn't have a scratch, until it hit her…
Did I leave a dent? Hmmm… The absent thought drifted through her head, and left, just like the others. The pain made it hard to think, hard to remember; her thoughts were confusing, then they left, and the next thought drifted by…
The driver! Was he hurt? Probably not, the car had pushed her away easily, but it didn't matter, she had to see him! She wasn't sure quite sure why, but unlike the other thoughts in her head, it wouldn't leave. Slowly, though it hurt to talk, she told the doctor her request.
He looked about the same age as her, with ruffled bronze hair, and startling green eyes. His eyes stood out; they were clear as day against his blurry face. The rest of him was hard to see. Because of the pain. Squinting, she made out that he wasn't hurt. She probably hadn't even set the air bags off…
"What do you want?" His voice was soft, but she could hear him, hearing was just about the only thing the pain did not take away from…
"The doctors are too busy to talk, and my parents won't be able to make it back before…" She couldn't do it; the words were just too hard to say…
"Before what?"
She tried to ignore the question, she wanted to ignore the question, but all her words were hard to say, and she had to start somewhere, and she had to start soon. Her time was running out, and she had to tell someone.
"Before I die." She choked out the words. "I have to tell you, I went to the bridge to jump, I went to die. But I changed my mind; I don't blame you, and please don't blame yourself. It's better this way; I'm not dying with hate. But tell my parents not to read the note I left, tell them I love them, and tell I changed my mind. That's what makes the difference." There was more she was going to tell him, but the urgency was fading away, everything was fading away. "The pain is almost gone; it's just like falling asleep." Her face relaxed, and she lost the hard look of someone who was hurting. "Thank you for listening, you might want to leave now; I'm going."
"I'll stay."
"Goodbye." She closed her eyes for the last time, and felt completely at peace.
For the first time.