AN: Another new story! I got this idea and couldn't get it out of my head. So I have written a few chapters and finally decided to post the first chapter. I hope you guys like this story. Don't forget to follow, review, and favorite. Thanks for reading, JuJuB7.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, only the plot.

Chapter One

What happened? She doesn't know. What is the last thing she remembers? She was with Jughead, they had been walking back to her house after a long day of school and their investigation. They were getting nowhere on Jason's murder, both of them were frustrated, to say the least. They had been rushing back to Betty's house because Betty was already late for her curfew and she knew, Jughead knew that her mother would be very upset so they were trying to get the house as soon as possible. Betty dimly remembers following, running behind Jughead as they crossed the street then bright lights coming towards her and after that, nothing. Nothing after that. What happened? She has no clue.

As she tries to remember what happened another question pops into her head, where is she? She can hear the sound of a beeping noise. She somewhat recognizes the beeping noise, she's heard it before. The machines in hospitals. She's in a hospital. Now, now she's more curious about what happened. Why is she in a hospital? How did she end in the hospital? Ugh, her head is starting to hurt, really badly and she has yet to open her eyes. She's not even sure if she wants to open her eyes yet, if she does open them then she will find out what happened. At least, she hopes.

She opens her eyes, finding out what happened wins over not knowing and having a million questions running through her head, as she opens her eyes the bright hospital lights cause her to quickly shut them again. After a few seconds, she slowly opens her eyes once again. She blinks a few times before everything comes into focus. She's right, she's in a hospital. She's hooked up the many machines. Her legs, both of them, are propped up on pillows and both are wrapped in casts. Both of her legs are broken. What the hell happened? She tries to sit up, but she can't. Mainly because of the pain that shoots through her body as she tries to sit up which causes her to gently fall back on the bed with her eyes closing as her head falls onto the pillow. She doesn't reopen her eyes, she keeps them closed. She doesn't even open them when she feels a hand run through her hair. She doesn't have to open them to know who is with her.

"Mom?" Betty questions in a whisper as she opens her eyes and her mother slowly comes into view. "Mom? What happened?"

"Shh, Betty, it's alright, just relax," Alice says in gently, quiet voice. "Just relax, sweetheart, everything's going to be okay. Your Dad went to get the doctor. He should be here soon."

"What happened?" Betty asks as she tries to sit up. "What's going on? Why am I in the hospital? Mom, what happened? I don't, I don't remember what happened. I was trying to get home so you wouldn't be mad. Juggie and I were rushing home so you wouldn't be mad."

"Betty, sweetheart, relax. Don't try to sit up, you're going to hurt yourself," Alice says, gently pushing Betty back onto the bed. "And don't worry about the curfew, that doesn't mean anything. I'm just glad you're okay. When we first saw the doctor, he said that you should make a full recovery. Everything's going to be okay."

"What happened?" Betty asks once again. "Mom, tell me what happened."

"Oh, Betty," Alice says, running a hand through her daughter's hair. "You were… You were hit by a car. Jughead, he saw the whole thing. Betty, this wasn't an accident, that car, the driver meant to hit you… The driver meant to kill you."

Everyone waits in the waiting room of the hospital. Archie, Fred, Veronica, Hermione, Jughead, Kevin, the sheriff, even the Blossoms are there, though no one knows why. Mostly everyone in that room was dead asleep a few minutes ago, but then they heard Hal Cooper calling, shouting for the doctor, which everyone woke wide awake to. Now they all sip coffee as they wait for news on Betty. They have all been here since they have learned about Betty being hit by a car. None of them know who on earth would hit Betty. Why would someone want to do that? They all want to know what happened, no one more than Jughead, the person who actually saw Betty get hit by the car. He sits away from everyone else, staring into his black coffee. He has barely said anything since they all arrived. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, he is too worried about Betty. He watched as the car came screeching from nowhere and directly for Betty, he should have moved, but his feet were glued to the ground and he could only watch as the car came for Betty and hit her. He watched as she rolled on the roof of the car before hitting the ground, only then was his feet unglued from the ground. By the time he got to her, she was already unconscious, bleeding from what seemed like everywhere. Thank goodness Fred Andrews pulled up at that moment. He saw Jughead kneeling over Betty and had immediately called 911. The ambulance came fast and left just as quickly with Betty inside. Fred gather Archie and Jughead and drove to the hospital. The Coopers surprisingly weren't home, they were the whole reason the two of them were rushing home. Fred had called them when they reached the hospital and they arrived quickly, after that everyone arrived as quickly. Mostly everyone in the clothes they could find laying around. Jughead, he has been sitting in the same place for hours. He hasn't even bothered to clean the blood of his hands. He doesn't care that the blood has stained his clothes, her blood, he cringes every time he thinks about the blood on him, her blood. It seemed like there was so much blood, but she was only bleeding from a few places. He had held his hands in both places, staining both his hands and his clothes. He wants to erase that image of Betty lying unconscious, helpless in the middle of the road, but that image will never leave his head, his mind, his brain. It is forever burned into his memory. There's no way he will ever be able to forget what happened, he can always replay it in his head, it is always slow motion. It is always terrible.

He can feel himself start to shake. He quickly stands and makes his way out of the waiting room, out of the hospital. He needs to get away from everything, everyone. He lets out a deep breath as the cold, fresh air hits him. Somewhat waking him up even more than the coffee. He walks and walks, but he doesn't walk far, he finds himself sitting on the sidewalk watching as some cars go by. It doesn't take long before someone sits next to him. He looks and Fred Andrews is sitting next to him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Fred asks.

"I should have moved, I should have pushed her out of the way, I should have, I should have," Jughead mumbles.

"Jughead," Fred sighs. "It's not your fault, the sheriff believes that whoever hit Betty meant to kill her. If you weren't there, Betty would have still been hit by that car. There's nothing you could have done, don't blame yourself."

"Why would someone want to hit Betty?" Jughead questions. "Why would someone want to kill Betty?"

"I don't know, Jughead, I don't know," Fred sighs.