Hi guys, I basically got the urge to write this so if you like it... I'll be thrilled
Thank you to MissAlex who encouraged me to actually post this!
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
A kiss from a rose is a sensation of beauty and pain. A rose is sweet in appearance and fragrance, but it has thorns as well.
Emmett's Point Of View
I hummed quietly to myself as I drove home from the local bar where I usually spent my Friday nights. As usual I watched my mate Edward drink his own weight in alcohol and slur on about the lack of decent woman in the world, then it's my duty to drag him up the stairs to his apartment. Tonight he'd turned round dramatically and thrown his arms in the air whining to me that he just wanted to be loved... apparently.
As I chuckled to myself, I realised how exhausted I felt. But it was the good kind of exhaustion. Today had been pretty good, the garage had gained a few more customers and I noticed a lot of previous customers were returning. I smiled to myself as I pulled up to a crossroad, my business was finally picking up and I had high hopes for that place.
I checked left and right for any sign of traffic but saw nothing in sight so I put my foot down.
And then everything went black.
Rosalie's Point Of View.
It was late one Friday night and the weather was typically English. Rain poured down and blurred over the windscreen of my beloved M3 as I drove aimlessly through the empty streets of London. I didn't know where I was going or what I was looking for, but what I did know was that I couldn't bear going back home to him.
I came up to a crossroad and slowed down at the give way lines. I noticed a guy opposite in a Polo smiling at me so I naturally smiled back. I looked down shyly and fiddled with my car radio, eventually noticing that the flow of traffic had stopped. I looked left and right to find the roads were clear so I pulled out, I watched as the guy in the Polo pulled out too. Everything was fine. Everything was normal.
And I was in no way prepared for what happened next.
There was a deafeningly loud screech and I looked over to see a car speeding towards us from the right. I felt my heart jump up into my throat as I realised it was too late for anyone to react.
I watched in horror as it smashed into the Polo, causing it to flip and somersault in what felt like slow motion. I screamed when it landed right in the path of my car and slammed on my break but I wasn't quick enough.
The last thing I recall before my head hit the steering wheel was the sound of crunching metal as I helplessly witnessed the front of my car collide with the upside down Polo.
*'*'*
I woke up with an air bag in my face, cutting off my supply of oxygen so I weakly beat it down with my fists. When I could finally see and breathe again, I took in the sight around me in a total daze. All my windows had shattered leaving me covered in tiny pieces of glass and the rain was pouring freely into my car. I grit my teeth as I tried to open my door, it felt heavier than usual.
Stumbling out, I let the rain wash over my face and clear my head. My car must have veered to the right because it was at a forty-five degree angle to the direction I was travelling in. Slowly, I turned to my left and froze at what I saw.
The Polo didn't look like a car anymore. It looked like a twisted piece of metal. To the right of it, the other car had spun round and slammed into a lamppost. I started to hyperventilate as I forced my legs to move forward, I had to help.
I got to the Polo and sunk to the floor so I could see into the window. Terrified of what I'd find, I cautiously checked inside but there was nobody there. I swallowed back bile as panic threatened to break through the numb state I was in. I tried to steady my breathing whilst scanning the road around for a body but couldn't see anything. Nothing. I couldn't understand why there was nobody here to help us.
A tearless sob erupted from my throat when I heard a groan from the other side of the car. Unable to stand back up, I crawled over shrapnel and glass on my hands and knees to find the source of the sound, dirty rainwater deflecting off the ground and into my face as I went.
After what seemed like an eternity, I reached the other side and found the man lying in a heap on his side. His huge body looked wrong and twisted, I looked closer and sucked in a harsh breath when I saw his face was covered in blood. I gently checked if he was breathing and let out another sob as I heard his shallow breaths.
I searched frantically for my phone but it wasn't in any of my pockets. I swore loudly and hit the tarmac hard with my fist, vaguely aware of a growing ache in my head. I had no idea what state the other driver was in or if there were any passengers but my head getting heavier and unconsciousness was starting to filter into my mind.
"Can you hear me?" My voice was strained. His eyes fluttered slightly and he moaned quietly. "Can you tell me your name?" The level of my voice was rising in hysteria. He moaned again and I realised that he was trying to talk, only it was coming out as something completely unintelligible.
I spotted a soaking wet wallet nearby so I dragged myself to it and found his driving license. Struggling to read the name on the card through the haze in my head, I managed to get back to him. I concentrated really hard and made out the words Emmett McCarthy. I lay down next to him and spoke into his ear as loudly as I could manage.
"Emmett? Oh God, please, don't die... I promise you'll be okay, just please don't leave me here alone." I kept talking in his ear, I don't even know what I was saying to him but my words were slurring as I struggled to stay conscious.
My eyelids lost the battle to stay open and I surrendered to the need to shut down. Just before I drifted off into darkness, I heard a car screech to a stop in the distance and panicked voices floated closer and closer...
*'*'*
I vaguely recall voices shouting, they sounded distant... I struggled to pick up what they were saying as I failed to open my eyes.
"Female! 24 years, severe head injury, she's loosing blood fast!" I tried to make sense of what was going on but the pain in my head made it unbearable to think.
I noticed things go dark and then light again... too bright. So bright it hurt, everything hurt... and then I drifted back into blackness.
A/N: I thought I'd just clear a few things...
Emmett didn't actually see or smile at Rosalie, she just thought he did.
Also, if Emmett's car wasn't there the car would've hit Rosalie's and she could have died on impact because it would've hit her door.
If you've got any questions please ask and I'll be happy to answer them.
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