A.N.: I don't own Twilight or any of the Twilight Characters. I'm just a fan. Oh, and Edward can't see Bella yet. She has to die first. Thanks for reading! Please review... its my first fanfic...

Chapter One

Wounds and Wolves

Jacob would have been able to save me if I hadn't hit my head. When it snapped against the rocky bottom, when a wave pulled me under, I knew it was the end. The waves still fought, trying to decide which one would keep my body, but after a couple of minutes Jacob pulled it to shore. I watched from alongside him as he worked to resuscitate me, but I knew his efforts were in vain. Confused, I tried to figure out why I was still here, why I was watching my final moments. But then it hit me, I shouldn't waste my moments on Earth gazing after my own lifeless form on the beach. I wanted to find Edward. I wanted to see his face one more time. As soon as I thought it, I was gone. The pebbled surface of the beach disappeared and my feet quickly hit rough wood. The room was dark and I could see very little, but I could hear him.

"Edward, get a grip!" He yelled to himself. "She can have a life now. She won't constantly be chased by the dark cloud that we drag wherever we go. She can be safe. She's better off without you! Stay here! It's the right thing to do!" He moaned in despair and continued his frenzied pacing.

Even angry and antagonized, he was beautiful. The pure velvet of his voice was only slightly marred by the edge of conflict and just hearing it sent silent tears cascading down my cheeks. If he looked up, he would have been able to see me. The dim light streaming through the grimy windows was enough that he should have been able to. I wondered if this was real, but when I saw him, I couldn't doubt it any longer.

I was hypnotized by the sight of him, at least the parts that I could see. My human eyes weren't quite up to seeing in the dark, but his skin shone dully even in the restricted light. I took a tentative step and felt unusually light on my feet. Normally such an action would have sent something, primarily me, tumbling to the ground, but now I slide along gracefully, not making a sound. Edward still did not look up. His thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of his cell phone.

"Rosalie, I don't want to talk right now," He said as soon as he had snapped open his phone and seen the caller ID.

Conversations like this normally would have been out of my hearing ability, but for some reason, probably because I was dead, I could hear the entire exchange even though I could tell that his voice and Rosalie's for that matter would be close to silent and impossibly fast as they normally were.

"Edward, you have to come home," She responded, sounding very annoyed with the start to the conversation. "Carlisle is coming back tonight and he wants to talk to you."

"Have him call me," Edward mumbled back, still pacing, his eyes locked on the floor.

"There's something else too, and I think that you should come home before I tell you," Rosalie said, her voice dropping even lower.



"What?" Edward hissed, impatient and frustrated

"I can't tell you now. Come home. Be with us. We miss you," She said

"Just tell me the news Rosalie. It's not worth my time coming home," He snarled.

I could tell that Rosalie was upset with the way that her brother was treating her, and her voice reflected my suspicions.

"Alice had a vision this afternoon about your little Bella," Rosalie said, her voice filled with venom. I shivered at the sound of my own name.

"I told her to stop looking for her," Edward growled, equally furious. "I don't want to hear it Rose, just leave me alone."

"Well, I guess I'll go then, but her funerals next Wednesday in case you're wondering," Rosalie hung up with a small click and Edward's arm fell limply to his side.

So I was dead. It came as no surprise to me, but I was curious. Why was I still here? Why could I still see and feel and hear and think? It made no sense, but I wasn't complaining. As long as I could see Edward, I was alright. Edward disappeared then, and I followed. He ran at lightning speed and I appeared alongside him when he slowed. He never took any notice of me, obviously distracted. I wondered idly if others could see me, but it hardly mattered. The only one I cared about was Edward. I hadn't tried speaking yet, I was too awestruck in his presence. Months of separation had made me susceptible to stop breathing when he was near, but as soon as I had this thought, I dismissed it. I didn't need to breathe. Dead, remember?

I didn't recognize the places that he went, but I followed nevertheless, never making a sound. Everything but Edward was a blur. Nothing else mattered but the grace of his figure as he moved hurriedly through crowds of people. Edward pulled out his phone and dialed another number. We were in an alley now, quiet and shady. Edward sat down against the brick wall behind several trashcans and waited while the phone rang.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end was familiar, but it was not one that I had been expecting to hear. Jacob's tone was comforting, but immediately I was confused. Why was Edward calling Jacob?

"Hi, this is Carlisle Cullen, is Charlie there please?" Edward asked, his voice a perfect imitation of his father's silken tone.

"Oh, actually he's not here right now. Can I take a message?" Jacob sounded desolate and my heart went out to him. Poor Jacob, I never meant to leave him alone.

"I just wanted to talk to him. Do you know where he is?" Edward continued

"He's actually at the hospital right now. I don't know when he'll be back, but I'll have him call you." Jacob said, unwilling to say much more.



"Hospital?" Edward asked.

"Bella had an accident, and she's in the ICU," Jacob responded morosely.

Hmmm…. So I wasn't dead. No matter, it was soon to come. I was upset. I didn't want my time with Edward to end, especially when he couldn't run from me this time.

"What happened?" Edward asked, his voice getting softer by the second.

"She hit her head while cliff diving and is in a coma right now. It's not looking good," Jacob said, and then he broke off in quiet sobs. The line went dead and Edward dejectedly through his phone over his left shoulder. It bounced off the rim, and landed in a dumpster.

Edward began talking to himself, muttering nervously and wringing his hands. It wasn't the Edward I knew. All of his composure had been chipped away and he was a mess. His eyes were dark and it looked as though he hadn't hunted in a long time. Instinctively I took a step back, but then realized that he couldn't smell me. Edward cradled his head in his hands and sat very still.

"Edward?" I tried to ask, but my voice got lost in the wind. It slipped away before I even had the courage to say anything. I wanted to reach out and console him, but my feet had stopped moving and I was paralyzed where I was. I closed my eyes tightly and when I opened them the setting had changed drastically.

I was in a bright hospital room with florescent lights and the smell of chemicals. There was a bed and two hard maroon colored chairs. It took me a minute to realize that the girl in the hospital bed was me. Eyes closed, tubes coming out of her nose, skin paler than usual and bruises all over, the girl looked like a shadow of who I was. I absentmindedly moved closer and brushed the hair out of the eyes of my sleeping form. This was surreal. I was going insane. Something was wrong. I had no idea.

I sat there all night. No visitors came or went. Visiting hours were over and they don't make exceptions. I was stable and the hospital staff wasn't worried. I sat and thought over everything, and I realized what an idiot I had been. Motorcycles and cliff diving? I hadn't even thought about the people I was hurting. Jake, Charlie, Renee, Angela, Mike, I'm sure there were others. I effectively committed suicide by jumping off that cliff. Now I wasn't even sure what was happening and I was scared.

That was when Edward came. He stole silently through the door and stood by my sleeping form. He touched my cheek softly and I swear that I felt it. He whispered in my ear and I heard it. I saw him do it, but my actual body saw only her own eyelids. I watched as he sank slowly onto the bed and struggled with an internal dilemma. That was when it struck me. He could save me. He could bite me. He could make me one of them. But then he was walking away, leaving the room and me. How could I have forgotten? He didn't love me anymore. Why would he want to be burdened with that eternal commitment? Why would he want a nuisance following him around for the next million years? It didn't even make sense in my own head.

I couldn't stay there any longer. Seeing myself fragile and broken was killing me inside and I needed to escape. I wanted to see Charlie and the second I came to that conclusion, I did. There is only one pub in the town of Forks. O'Malley's Bar was a shady place, and a lot of people didn't really 

approve. It was there mostly for the drifters and travelers that wandered into Forks by mistake and needed to drink themselves silly so that they could get over it, but Charlie was there that night, and he was not in good shape. There were bottles all over the bar by the time I got there, and Charlie was stooped over and asleep. The bartender stared at him pitifully and cleared away the refuse of Charlie's binge. After a couple of minutes, he pulled him up and led him to a booth in the back corner where he said that Charlie could "sleep it off". I assumed that he too, had heard about my accident. I couldn't stay here either so I left to find Jacob. He wasn't asleep as I thought he would be. At this point it was 3 or 4 in the morning, but Jacob was up and around. He was walking restlessly on the beach where we had spent so many afternoons together. He stared angrily up at the cliff that had been the cause of injury and the black clouds that still hung lazily in the sky. The ocean was still churning madly and I once again realized with a pang of regret how stupid I had been. Jacob was crying and I went to wrap my arms around him. The tears stopped and he sighed heavily. He couldn't see me either, but it seemed like he felt my presence and that was enough for me. A sudden thought crossed my mind, and I wondered if maybe I might live through this. Was it possible for me to wake up from this and be alright? I doubted it, but some part of my mind told me that it could happen.

I released Jacob from my hold and was shocked to see a wolf on the horizon. I didn't recognize it as one of Jacob's pack brother's so I was confused at what it was doing walking towards Jacob. It was small compared to Jacob's wolf form and grey, but it was much larger compared to a normal wolf. I stopped worrying when it broke off and ran into the woods, but then Leah Clearwater appeared seconds later. She ran gracefully down the beach and stopped a few feet away from Jacob.

"Jacob," She sighed when she got closer. "I'm so sorry about Bella." She placed her arms around Jacob just like mine had been seconds ago. "It's going to be alright."

"Did you see her Leah? She's a mess and I'm responsible. I was supposed to watch her yesterday. I was supposed to be taking care of her and because of that freakin vampire; I let her jump off a cliff. What if she dies Leah?" Jacob asked. The sadness in his voice was tangible and it cut me inside.

"Jacob, everything is going to be fine," Leah reassured him. "They say she's stable. She's not in any immediate danger. Don't worry. Honey, everything is going to be fine."

"I'm scared Leah. She was my best friend. I was going to ask her to be in our wedding. I can't lose her," He answered slightly breathlessly. He stopped talking to hug Leah tight and she pulled apart only to look deep into his eyes and tell him once more that everything would be fine.

I was shocked. Leah and Jacob? Jealousy that I didn't think I was capable of rose in my stomach and I longed to throw Leah off the very cliff that I had jumped off of myself, but I swallowed it and ignored the irrational feeling. They were getting married? Why hadn't he told me? I began crying again, and this time I had no idea why. All this time I had thought that Jacob loved me and I guess now I knew that I was wrong. He once explained the process of imprinting and now I understood it. He loved Leah. He had to love Leah, and she was his everything. I had to be happy for him. There was no other option.

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