This is my first try at writing fan fiction. I love to read it and was inspired to give it a shot. Please be gentle with me. *smile* Rated "M" for possible future chapters...just in case.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF S. MEYER'S CHARACTERS, I JUST PLAY WITH THEM.

Last Goodbye

BPOV

I used to always love the view from the cliffs overlooking the ocean near LaPush. The rocky cliffs fell straight down into the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean and were a favorite diving spot for the young men of the Queilute tribe. I was not here for the view or the cliff diving. I simply wanted to end my pathetic life. Standing at the edge of the cliff, I thought about the events that brought me here.

All through my junior and senior year at Forks high school, I'd been in love with Edward Cullen. But he was way out of my league…his family was wealthy, old money, and my dad was just the Chief of Police in a very small town. I was nowhere near worthy of his interest and I knew it. I kept my dreams to myself. I tried to take an interest in guys in my social class, but they really held no interest for me. I desperately wanted Edward. But he never knew.

Jacob's dad and mine had been friends for years and we were encouraged to be together. I think both dads though we'd eventually fall in love and get married. And would it be so bad? I mean, I liked Jacob…and I tried to love him. But he justwasn't who I wanted. Jake knew. He never said anything about it, at least until tonight. But he always acted like he thought I was really his. He deserved better. I tried so hard. Once, a few months ago, I even let him make love to me. Well, almost. At the last minute, I couldn't go through with it. He even held me gently as I cried and tried to apologize to him. I know he knew that night that I loved Edward. I felt so bad that I couldn't return his feelings.

But last night was the worst. I fixed dinner for Charlie and invited Jake to join us. After dinner and cleaning up, he asked if I wanted to go for a ride. Since Charlie was watching yet another sports event on his TV, I thought it was a good idea. We rode around town in Jake's truck for a while, then he headed out toward the reservation. He pulled in at the overlook above First Beach. He pulled me into his arms, trying to kiss me, but I just didn't feel like it tonight. I had been planning to explain to him that we needed to go back to just being friends. I just didn't have those feelings for him. I tried telling him, but Jake just kept pressuring me to have sex. He even told me that I was a fool to hold out for "Cullen". He never called Edward by his first name. I think he hated him, and maybe me, too for caring. When I continued to refuse him, he jumped out of his truck, ran around to my side and dragged me out by the hair. "Bitch! You are mine." He grabbed my face in his hand and forced his lips to mine, holding both my hands behind my back with his other hand.

I struggled to get free, but he was too strong. Remembering something from the short self-defense course they taught in gym at school, I relaxed my body, moving slightly closer to him. He thought I was giving in and relaxed his hold on my hands a bit. I yanked my knee up as hard as I could, hitting him right in the balls. He yelled and grabbed for his crotch, falling forward to his knees, screaming obscenities.

As soon as he let go of me, I ran. Not sure where I was going, I just wanted to get as far away from him as I could, I stumbled through the dark. I tripped over a small outcropping of rock, grunting as I hit the loose rock and dirt. Before I could get back on my feet, he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up. He drew back his fist and slammed it into the side of my head, knocking me to the ground, stunned. Dimly, I felt him drag me upright by my hair. My eyes wouldn't focus, he was a blur. My head wrenched to the left when he backhanded me across the face. He screamed at me, calling me a whore, saying horrible things. He hit me across the face once more, letting me fall to the ground, telling me I wasn't even worth fucking. I lay there, unable to see for the swelling and tears. I just prayed that either he would just kill me and get it over with, or he'd leave me to die in peace alone here. I heard the truck engine roar to life then he drove off, leaving me here, alone...miles from home.

I don't know how long I lay there. Carefully sitting up, my head felt like it was spinning, so I just sat still for a minute. I was able to open my right eye just enough to see shadowy shapes. I reached out to steady myself on the gnarled tree growing out of the rocks. Searing pain lanced through my arm. Cradling my arm, I think it might be broken. Fighting my way to my feet, I try to figure out exactly where I am. I can hear the ocean…I must be near the cliff where the guys from the reservation do their cliff diving. I make my way over to a large rock near the edge and sit looking out over the rolling waves of the ocean, watching as they break over the rocky base of the cliff. As the sun began to turn the morning clouds a soft pink and gold, I knew I couldn't go on this way. I just prayed that my dad would be okay.

"Good bye, Dad. Edward, I love you." I raised my arms, lifted up on my toes, stepped off the edge of the cliff and fell toward the cold Pacific Ocean. I felt weightless, floating through the air. My body slowly rotating so I could see the cliff face, then the clouds in the sky. My head hit an outcropping of stone. I felt the shock for a microsecond then …nothing.

EPOV

I love the ocean in the early morning. The sky is shot with gold and rose. No one else is around and I can swim in complete peace and quiet. I come here every morning through the summer and it's the only place where I can think about the girl I have loved for two years. She never has given me any indication that I could have any chance with her. Bella is so beautiful; she could have any guy she wants, so why should I think I could have a chance with her? I tried to get to know her when she first moved here, but she acted like I was bothering her, so I backed off. For a while, I thought maybe she was just very shy. She didn't get involved with any of the other guys at school. Then she started hanging out with that Jacob Black from the reservation. It didn't stop the way I felt, but she obviously wanted him and not me, so I left her alone. But I never stopped caring for her. None of the girls at school held any interest for me. Maybe when I got to college I would find someone I could love as much or maybe more than Bella.

Walking down the beach, a movement on the cliff top caught my eye. I thought it must be one of the reservation guys cliff diving. As I watched, I saw long brown hair streaming out behind the diver. It was a girl. She hit the cliff side as she fell. I knew she was injured. I ran for the water.

Swimming out to where it looked like she hit the water, I frantically searched for her. Movement below the surface drew me down to her. I dove down, reaching to grab a part of her body, so I could pull her out. I caught hold of her arm and pulled her to the surface. She was limp. Oh god, I hope she's alive. I got her back to the beach as quickly as possible. As I turned her face up to perform CPR, I was shocked.

"Bella!" I started CPR, begging her to breathe. "Breathe! Bella! Come on, breathe!" After what seemed like a lifetime, she began coughing. Her eyelids fluttered, then her right eye barely cracked open, looking directly at me. But she didn't seem to see me at all, and then they closed. But at least she was breathing. I swept her into my arms and ran for my car. Yanking the door open, I put her in the passenger seat and buckled her in. I ran around and slid into my seat, fumbling to get the key in the ignition as I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. Screeching out on to the highway, I called my dad, Carlisle, at the hospital where he works.

"Dad!"

"Edward? What's wrong?"

"I'm bringing Bella in to the ER. She jumped off the cliffs. She hit the wall on the way down. She nearly drowned."

"How long until you get here?" I could tell he was already preparing for our arrival.

"About ten minutes. She breathing, but she's unconscious."

"I'll have a team waiting. Be careful."

"Thanks, Dad." I kept praying that she would be all right. "Keep breathing, Bella. You're going to be all right. Just keep breathing".

She never opened her eyes, even when I slid into the ER entrance. Dad was waiting outside with a trauma team. The orderly opened the door and pulled her out, placing her on the waiting gurney and wheeled her into the ER. I followed, but dad stopped me before I could get into the treatment room with her.

"No, you need to wait here. I'll let you know what's happening. Are you okay? "

"I'm fine. Just take care of her." I slumped into one of the chairs in the waiting room, running my fingers through my hair. She can't die. She just CAN'T! If she survives, I have to tell her how I feel.

I don't know how long I sat in the waiting room.

"Edward." Someone was shaking my shoulder. I looked up into my dad's eyes. "Wake up, Edward."

"Dad! Is she…."?

"She's stable. She hasn't regained consciousness yet. She's been badly beaten."

"Can I see her?" I jumped to my feet. "Beaten? She hit the rocks as she fell…but it was just her forehead that hit."

"She's got massive bruising at her temple and both cheeks are bruised…looks a lot like hand prints. Her knees are both cut and bruised, I think maybe she was trying to get away from someone or something and fell. That might even explain her broken arm" Carlisle shook his head sadly. "Poor girl, last night was a really rough one for her."

Stunned, I could not move. I needed find out who did this to her. Exactly who was it that I needed to kill? I just stood there staring at Carlisle, sure he could read what was running through my mind. When I could think straight again I started down the hall. "I need to see her, Dad. What room is she in?"

Carlisle looked at me for a minute. "Edward, is there something you need to tell me?"

"I just need to see her. Make sure she's okay." I ran my fingers through my unruly hair anxiously. "I feel responsible for her…. I pulled her out of the water."

"Okay. But only for a minute." He led the way down the hall to the elevators. I gave him a quizzical look. "We've moved her to a room." When the elevator door opened, we stepped inside. "Want to tell me the rest of it, son?"

I looked down for a minute. "I've been in love with her since the first day I ever saw her." He gave me a funny look. "I never told her. She never would even give me the time of day." I looked at him in time to see sympathy flicker in his eyes. "Alice told me she'd heard that Bella thought she wasn't good enough for me. How stupid is that! But I could never get her to talk to me."

The elevator stopped and Carlisle stepped out leading the way to her room. "Stay as long as you like. But if the nurses need to work on her, stay out of the way." He laid his hand on my shoulder. "I'll let them know that you can stay."

"Thanks dad." The room was dimly lit by the light shining around the edge of the partially closed bathroom door. I could see her lying in the bed. She looked like a battered angel lying there, her porcelain skin bruised and swollen. My throat tightened, I could barely breathe with the rage boiling up inside. I moved the only chair in the room next to her bed and sat down next to her, taking her hand in mine. "Bella…please wake up." She didn't move as I softly stroked her cheek, careful not to hurt her. "Bella, love, don't leave me. I need you so much."

Holding her hand to my cheek, I rested my head on the bed beside her, watching her face. Please be okay. I need you, Bella. I kept whispering to her, maybe she could hear me and know how much I needed her. "Bella, I love you. Please don't leave me. Wake up so I can tell you how much I love you."

BPOV

Oh…my head hurts. Am I dead? No, I wouldn't be in pain if I was dead… would I? I tried to open my eyes. The left one would not open at all and the right eye would only open just a crack. I was in some room, in a bed. My left arm feels heavy. Why won't it move? Looking down, I see it is in a cast. Ah. I'm in a hospital. Great. Figures. I'm so clumsy; I can't even kill myself properly.

"Bella, I love you. Please don't leave me. Wake up so I can tell you how much I love you." The voice is so soft, I wasn't sure I was really hearing it. Turning my head, I see a wild mass of bronze hair. Edward? It can't be. Why would he say those things? He didn't know I was alive. He was holding my hand. I moved my fingers and his head shot up, his beautiful green eyes red rimmed, like he'd been crying. Why would he cry?

"Bella!" He kissed my hand. "I thought I had lost you."

I was confused. Lost me? "What do you mean?" Edward wasn't making any sense. He never wanted me to begin with, how could he lose me?

He stroked my hand gently, studying my fingers; almost as if he was afraid to look at me. "Edward?" Slowly he raised his eyes to meet mine. I could get so lost in his deep green eyes.

"When I saw you falling from the cliff… I thought I would find a dead body in the water. I didn't know it was you." He slowly shook his head, his eyes haunted by the memory. "When I grabbed your hand to pull you out… " he shuddered, "I only realized it was you when I grabbed your hand."

The angst in his eyes made me want to pull him close to me, stroke his hair, his cheek and comfort him. Edward closed his eyes and pressed his cheek to my palm, lying on the bed. With my thumb, I gently stroked across his tender lips.

I could see we were going to have a lot to talk about.

A/N: Please review and let me know if I should continue on with this. Thanks.