A/N: i am writing this story for my beta icedemonrose but please read and review because even though this is her story i want to know what you think! rated m for violence and possible lemons/limes in future chapters.


I jogged down the street towards my best friend, Abby, the hot pavement smacking against the soles of my shoes and the Arizona sun beating down on me like a lizard in a tank. I caught up to her and put my hands on my knees, breathing deeply. Her golden curls bounced as she laughed and pulled me back up.

"You're so out of shape Bella!"

"It's hot today Abby. It has nothing to do with my shape." She rolled her eyes at me and sighed. Those eyes have confused many people, if I had to count the times I'd heard 'are you two sisters' I'd be counting for a very long time. Our eyes are exactly the same shade of brown and our facial features are close enough that we could easily be sisters. It got to the point where we just said yes; even our parents called us sisters. The only thing majorly different thing was our hair since Abby's was short, curly, and a shade of gold that put the sun to shame while my hair was long, straight, and brown.

"Whatever, come on we're gonna be late." She grabbed my arm and pulled me up the hill "clay's gonna meet us at the bus stop." I smile and pick up my pace, I haven't seen my boyfriend for two days because we were both busy with finals and I was excited to see him. We started running and soon reached the bus stop at the crest of the biggest hill in the city.

"Why….do we always…..use this bus stop." I gasped as we staggered into the little sheltered bench thing.

"Because…it's the closest…to our houses." We collapsed on the bench both trying to catch our breath when clay came up behind us; laughing at our exhausted state.

"Tired much?" Abby flipped him off and he laughed louder as he plunked down on the bench next to me. Clay was always really loud and really hyper, the boy is boisterous through and through. He can be really tiring a lot of the time but he's really fun too so I guess he balances out. He threw his arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Just then the bus pulled up and we all piled on, it was ridiculously crowded and we ended up having to stand at the very front. I sighed as I wrapped my hands around a metal pole and the bus started down the hill.

"How come when we are the first ones on the bus it stays completely empty but when we are the last ones on it's always cram packed?" clay shrugged but when I turned to see what Abby had to say she wasn't even paying attention. In fact she wasn't even looking at me but somewhere over my shoulder, her eyes were huge and her face was contorted in fear and shock. I twisted around to see what she was staring at and was met with a semi-truck about a foot away from us.

Time slowed but my life didn't flash before my eyes like it's supposed to. I saw everything like it was in high definition; sharper and brighter. I saw the truck slam into us and I saw the world spinning like we were in a tilt-a-whirl, I saw the bus driver go through the windshield and a shard of the glass hit clay right between the eyes. I saw him go down and Abby loose her balance and fall on top of him, I think she was crying which struck me as odd since Abby never cried.

The world spun faster and somehow I ended up on the ground, staring up at that mirror that's in the bus. I saw a piece of metal fly up and rip through my face, from the middle of my forehead across the edge of my nose to the middle of my cheek, barely missing my eye, but that couldn't have been me because I couldn't feel anything. I reached my hand up and when I pulled it away from my face it was slick with blood.

I'm going to die. I was sure of it when the world stopped spinning and erupted into flames. I saw them licking at my skin but I couldn't feel anything, it was so…weird. This all should hurt so much and should be so loud but I couldn't hear anything either. The world lurched again and this time I was surrounded by broken glass that sparkled like stars. I hit hard concrete and saw the bus a few meters away, it was twisted and gnarled and very much on fire.

We had crashed into an old warehouse. I turned around to see what had happened to the semi and saw it stopped where the bus must have crashed through the wall, it was a little dinted but otherwise perfectly fine. The driver opened the door and hopped out. He brushed himself off before shutting the truck door and turning towards me. His eyes were black, pitch black with not even a trace of white around them. His lips broke into a wide grin over sharks' teeth as he observed the wreckage.

I must have caught his attention because his gaze shifted slightly and he was staring straight at me. He seemed to make a tutting noise as he leaned over and picked up a couple of shards of glass. He smiled at me and threw the glass, I couldn't move, could barely even think. I saw the glass coming towards me and I saw the man or boy rather because it struck me that he seemed very young, get back into the truck. These were the last things I saw before the glass reached its target and my world went dark.

Beep…beep…beep.

Would someone stop that annoying beeping please? I so wanted quiet but the beeping went on and I couldn't remember how to make my mouth work to ask. The beeping went on and it made my head hurt, and then it made everything else hurt. I became nothing but a bundle of pain, aware of nothing but the pain and that blasted beeping! If only someone would make it stop I'm sure I would feel better! A gentle whisper joined with that damn beeping but I couldn't make out what was said. The pain started to feel less, just a little bit. The voice stopped, I wanted it back, the voice kept the pain away. The beeping stayed but seemed to get quieter; perhaps it wasn't so bad as long as it stayed quiet like that. Stay quiet I thought at the beeping as I gratefully returned to sleep.

The doctor returned to the anxious parents in the waiting room, the emergency room had been swamped from the bus accident but he finally had a spare moment to come tell them the news they were so desperately waiting to hear.

"You two are the parents of Miss Isabella swan, correct?"

"Yes, yes, is she alright?" the father said, the mother only sat in one of the hard plastic chairs, obviously too worried to stand.

"You two should consider yourself very lucky. She is stable and from the looks of things right now the only survivor of that bus accident."

"Oh thank God." The mother cried, putting her head in her hands.

"There is only one thing really…."

"What thing?" the father said

"Some shards of glass from the bus got into her eyes, we tried the best we could but we couldn't save her eyesight." They both seemed to deflate; horrified that their child was blinded but still just grateful she was alive.

"Can we see her?" the mother whispered.

"She's sleeping right now. Don't worry!" the doctor said quickly seeing fear return to their faces; all parents fear their children will be in a coma. "It's a drug induced sleep so she won't have to suffer while she's healing. She has some third degree burns and other cuts that will heal better if we keep her asleep so she doesn't try to scratch them. She doesn't look very good right now but I assure you she is going to be fine. She's in room two forty seven I'll get a nurse to take you there now."

They thanked the doctor and waited for the nurse to show them where there daughter is. Once they got to the room they were horrified to see their only daughter hooked up to all kinds of machines and tubes sticking out of her. They remembered what the doctor said and tried to stay calm; at least she was alive. The mother turned around and started to walk out of the room.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to call Phil, he asked me to call as soon as we knew anything." The father nodded and moved to sit next to their daughter as the mother went to where she could use a cell phone.

Bella twitched as the doctor injected her IV with the drug to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered open and darted about the room.

"Where am I?" Bella asked, her arms going out weakly looking for something familiar "why is it so dark?"

"Bella honey it's gonna be ok." Her mother said softly as she took her daughters hand.

"Bella you need to listen to me." The doctor said gently "you were in an accident."

"I remember. But why is it dark?"

"A piece of glass flew into your eyes. I'm sorry Bella but we couldn't save your eye sight." She didn't move for at least a minute as she tried to soak that in. she was blind, she wouldn't see ever again. Her mind was spinning with what that meant, with all the things she had lost. When her mind settled something the doctor had said and it didn't sound right.

"You said a piece of glass flew into my eyes."

"Yes that's right."

"That's wrong. It was thrown; the boy threw the glass into my eyes."

"What boy Bella?"

"The boy who was driving the semi that hit us, he looked about….nine or ten." Her parents looked at the doctor worriedly.

"Don't worry," he said to the pair "her mind is just trying to make sense of what happened, in time she will come to terms with it." Bella couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't imagine the boy, she couldn't have!

"What are you saying I SAW him! He hit the bus on purpose isn't anybody going to DO SOMETHING!"

"Bella listen to yourself, what nine or ten year old boy takes a semi for a joy ride, hits a bus then drives away unscathed?"

"Ask the others on the bus. Anybody will tell you a semi hit us!"

"There are no others Bella, you are the only one who survived." The shocked silence from when they told her she was blind was nothing compared to this.

"But….Abby….and Clay…"

"I'm so sorry Bella." Her mother said, squeezing her hand. The shock, despair, and hatred she felt at that was palatable throughout the room, the air seemed to crackle with her hatred. Her hatred for that doctor with his calm voice, her mother for trying to sympathize, but most of all she hated that black eyed monster for taking away her loved ones. She snatched her hand away from her mother; she didn't want to be touched by anyone. The doctor tried to put a comforting hand on her shoulder but she smacked him away,

"Go away."

"But Bella!"

"Let her be." The doctor said "she needs time to adjust." Bella put her face in her hands and felt a long, ridged scar across her face. She gasped and felt for its beginning and its end. The top of her forehead down to the middle of her cheek, exactly the same path that the piece of glass had carved in the bus.

"Is there anything else changed about my appearance that I should know about? You know just for reference."

"Your eyes, because of the way the glass pierced your eye your irises turned into an icy blue instead of brown. On the bright side it's very pretty."

"Get out. Get out get out get OUT!" Bella's hand hit something that felt a little like a cup of water but she didn't think about what it might be she just threw it in the direction the doctor's voice came from. She heard the cup hit a wall and the door shut so she allowed herself to curl into a ball under the covers.

So they had taken everything but her life. They had taken her boyfriend, her best friend, her face, her sight, and the only physical thing connecting her to her would be sister. But they, no HE had taken everything but her life and she would make that little freak wish he had killed her when he had the chance. She would find him and she would kill him in the most horrible way possible; she swore she would.

Time passed slowly, painfully slowly most days. Bella spent most of her time going through physical therapy and learning how to read brail. Bella had never felt so bored and so sad in her entire life. Her other friends came to visit her but they never stayed long because Bella was less than receptive. It got to the point that once she was released from the hospital she had no other friends.

Her mother tried to be supportive but Bella had heard it all before from the counselors at the hospital and it sounded no less fake coming from her mother. She already hated the city she had once loved and she could feel herself starting to hate her mother. But she could reason somewhere in her mind that that wasn't fair. Renee was just trying to be helpful and supportive and it wasn't her fault that she didn't know what to do.

She needed space, just to get away from everything and start over so she told her mom she was moving in with her dad. Her mom fussed and said that wasn't necessary and such, she said that Bella should be around the things she loved and she had always loved the city and she had always hated forks. But that is exactly why she wanted to go to forks, it would be quiet and she could be alone. Charlie would let her be alone; they were so alike that he would probably understand. She reasoned that her mother probably wouldn't understand so Bella told her that she wanted to go to give her and Phil some space, so she could go on his baseball tour or whatever. Her mom bought it and Bella found herself on the next plane to Seattle telling the stewardess that she didn't need anything for the sixth time.

When her dad picked her up at the small airport she was tired, cranky and already soaking wet. He helped her into the car and they started their long and awkward journey home.

"So….is there any thing you want to do…or need to do?"

"How far is the high school from your, our, house?"

"Not too far I guess." Charlie said thoughtfully "thinking of walking?"

"If it's possible."

"You know Bella it's not a bad thing to accept help."

"I know but you know dad, nothing slows down traffic like a cop." Bella smiled softly and turned like she was looking out the window.

"You want to walk through your classes before school too?"

"You know me best." They pulled up into the drive way and hopped out.

"I'll walk you to school so you know the way."

"And I'll count steps." They went off and once they got to the school they walked through each of her classes, Charlie chattering the whole time. Telling her when they had to cross a street and how all the classes at the high school were individual buildings along with a few tidbits about the lovely people of forks. Normally Bella would have found that annoying but his chatter was useful and somehow comforting so she let him talk and even let him hold her hand as he lead her around her new life.