Wrapped up in hats, coats and gloves, the school poured out of the front gates, rushing in the cold to get in their cars and turn the heaters on. I knew my truck would take at least 15 minutes to get the radiators actually heating up the truck, so I never rushed.
Looking smug, Edward and his family all stood by their flash cars; I wondered why he wasn't in the car, with the radiator on, which most probably would heat up in a second, however, they were stood outside, with no coat and just everyday clothes on, as if it was warm. Warm in Forks, that would be the day.
Rosalie, the most gorgeous of the Cullens, was looking amazing, in simple clothes, which fitted her hourglass delicate figure perfectly. I envied her. She had it all, the looks, the boyfriend, and the flash cars. I compared myself to her, my brown tatty short hair, to her long blonde silky smooth locks. Her perfect complexion, and mine, dull and flat. Her clothes, always complimented her figure, where as mine draped like curtains. She was stood next to her big red car, I don't know what type of car it was, but it was expensive and that's all I knew. She looked at me, straight through the crowds and at me, I don't know why but it intimidated me, so I turned my back on her and gazed into my iPod.
I ended up turning my iPod off, the battery was going. As I looked up to reach into my pocket for my car keys, I noticed everyone all looking in one direction, horror on their faces, some girls covered their eyes and screamed. Even some of the boys, Mike, Liam and Ross all glared with horror, unable to breathe with whatever nightmare was facing them.
From the corner of my eye, a blue truck shot round the corner, the speed of lightening. Tyler was inside it. I knew the ice was slippery, but I never thought a car would go out of control with it. It skidded, must of done a 360 degree turn. The side, was about to collide with my truck. My truck was as tough as old boots, Tyler's van would be demolished, shattered into pieces, while my van stood undamaged. Then I realised, if it was heading for my truck, it was heading for me.
I couldn't breathe. I felt physically stuck to the ground. My legs felt like they were made of solid iron. Or I was bolted to the ground, whilst the rest of my body refused to take action. I knew I should move, but I never, I knew if I never moved I could die, but I stood still, looking at the van, spiralling out of control, damaging everything in its path. It was going to kill me. In the corner of my eye, I seen Edward, stood still as a statue, expressionless, as though nothing was happening, and the world was just floating by, he never cared if I got hurt, or died, to him I was just another girl in the school.
Whilst pondering on my thoughts of why he was so expressionless, the van hit me. Crushing me in between my truck and it, I felt my bones snap and crack in all different places. The glass, splintering my skin, felt like daggers, stabbing me thousands of times, over and over again, making sure I was in pain. My blood oozed out of the wounds. It felt hot against my skin. It matted in my hair, with mud and gravel. I tried to push myself up, to see what state I was in, I noticed, the Cullen's had left, all except one. Edward Cullen was the only Cullen left in sight. He held this throat tights, as if he was about the strangle himself. He looked in pain, I knew he wouldn't be in as much pain as me, but he looked like his body was aching.
The screams drowned out, and the light became dull. The world seemed to become a lot slower than it was 10 seconds ago. My eyes began to fade out. Like a black sheet had been placed over my eyes, blinding me. My eyes finally shut, and everything was black.
A sudden rush of pain shot through my whole body. The black sheet over my eyes never lifted, I couldn't see what was causing me this agony. However, faintly I could hear gasps, running feet and people shouting "Get him off her!" I couldn't understand, I couldn't feel anybody by me. The pain got worse. A pain I'd never felt before. Like a shooting sting right up my arm. My wrist began to burn, I screamed for help. For someone to stop the burning, but no matter how much I screamed and shouted, it felt like no body was helping, and the pain was getting worse, killing me. Ambulance sirens rang loudly, and then I felt myself being lifted and a needle prick my arm. After the needle had been taken out of my arm, my body went numb, unmovable; however the pain from my arm circled my body, like acid, burning my insides. I couldn't move or tell anyone how much it hurt. So there I lay, in agony. Waiting for it to get better.