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Emmett's P.O.V.

I lay on the ground with my head propped up on a log. My stomach growling since the only thing I have eaten for six days is berries and very few sips of water.

Six days ago I decided to go out on a hike and explore nature. I guess that wasn't a very good idea seeing how I ended up stranded in the forest about to die. I thought it would be a nice little adventure away from the town, but being in town would be much better than this.

I wonder if anyone even notices that I am gone. Maybe Susan does. My poor little sister. How could I do this to her? Her birthday is tomorrow, and I probably won't be there. Actually, I know that I won't be there. Why do I have to be so stupid?

I started to sit up now, but about half way up I was out of breathe. I was weaker than I thought. Now I know I am going to die soon. It is probably better than suffering, right? Finally I got the strength to pull myself up. I started to walk but then I fell to the ground and every thing went black. I woke up about five minutes later, according to my watch, and figured that I probably past out due to not eating or drinking for a couple hours.

I tried to get up again and fell to my knees. I gave up and started to crawl to a bush that had some berries on it. I sat down and started to eat. They tasted delicious. Big fat juicy berries. Probably blue berries.

As I sat there eating I thought about what would happen to me. Would tonight be my last night? Would someone find me and rescue me?

"What did I do to deserve this?" I said to myself as I wiped away the berry juice from my face.

I got up and started to look for a place to sleep. I came upon a small cave that looked abandoned and decided that is better than nothing.

I was gathering grass and leaves to sleep on when I heard a deep growl from behind a bush. I started to walk backwards but tripped over a log and hit my leg on a rock. I started to limp as fast as I could, but all of the sudden a huge mountain lion jumped out from behind the bush and landed on top of me. I was trapped. There was nothing I could do.

"HELP! HELP!" I screamed as loud as I could. But what good would it do? I was in the middle of nowhere.

I knew I was going to die. The mountain lion had me pinned down and was scratching at my face. Yup, I was going to die.

I was half dead, or at least it seems like that, when the lion was pulled off of me and thrown against a tree. I tried to find what or who had just saved me but I could not find the strength to sit up. All I could hear was growling and the sound of teeth snapping from the mountain lion trying to bite. Then, I heard a loud yelp, and it was silent.

A second later someone was by my side holding my hand. I looked up and saw a beautiful face. She had wavy hair that was a beautiful pale blonde. Her face was as white as snow and her cheeks had a hint of red. She was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. 'Was she the person who had picked up that mountain lion and thrown it against a tree? Was she the person who had saved me?'

She helped me sit up and I just stared in to her eyes. They were a beautiful light golden brown color. After a few seconds I realized that I must look crazy just sitting there staring at her.

Her. What is Her name?

"Are you alright?!" she asked, more like yelled.

I couldn't talk. It took to much effort and I was in too much pain. Maybe I can try. She is beautiful.

"We should get you to a doctor right away." She said.

I grabbed her hand and shook my head.

"Can't….get….up…. Ugh!" That already took too much effort. And not to mention, a lot of pain. "Thank….you….for….saving….me…."

She just stared at me. She had a questioning look on her face.

"What…is…you name?" I asked her. "Rosalie. And yours?" She had a beautiful voice. "My...Name...is...Emmet." I said. I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. I guess I am a little lucky to run in to her.

I just lay there; staring at her. Would the pain ever go away? I knew I was going to die. Rosalie knew that to. But she was thinking about something. I could tell. But what? I was loosing too much blood and I didn't have much longer. Whatever she was thinking she has to decide on an answer, and quick.

Finally she stood up and told me that I was going to be ok. She stood up, pulled me up off the floor, and carried me like I was a little baby. Cradled in her arms. She started to run. And fast. The trees were a blur and I started to get dizzy.