Hey people this a new story I made.

My first Edward, Bella fanfic.

Its a drama that has a lot of twists so try to keep up :D

It goes from this moment in the hospital, back to when Bella and Edward first meet.

After it shows Bella finding out that Edward didn't "Die" but something even more dangerous happened to him.

Hope you guys like it.

Could this be, i thought, while beging in this dark, horrid hospital room.

Half of the doctors and nurses were rushing to room 201.

I was in that room, sitting on an uncomfortable chair holdimng the hand of and angle.

His bronze colored hair was sticking out in difrent directions. His green eyes calm and easy, while his body was completely opposite.

He was tremebeling. His body shook tremendesly, sending his pain toward me. I held on to him desperatly trying to sooth him.

I saw tears coming out his eyes as his yelps of pain filled the entire room. I wish it was me there on that hosital bed, not him.

I prayed so many times that he was the one without troble, without all this pain. He was perfect, he didn't deserve what was happening to him right now.

I've only been with him for a few months, but thoses months with him were the best i've ever had. The doctor approched the room now. They pushed me out of the way violently.

I stumbled to the ground failing at trying to keep my balance. They plunged needles and wires into to him. All of them started to crowed around him.

"Move!" I yelled. " Let me see him! Atleast let me see that he's ok!" The main doctor turned around to face me. With a nod he moved over, giving me to view of my lover.

I saw my loves body go limp, it looked breakable, weak.

It wasn't even three minutes later that I heard a long, exagerated, loud bleebing noise from the heartrate moniter, indicating that the patient it was caring for is now decesed.

I stared wide eyed and ran to the hospital bed just as my lover's eyes were closing. The doctor moved to the other side of the bed and took my loves wrist with his hand inserting two finger tips on top of it.

He droped his wrist from his hand and looked up at me with regretful and sorry eyes. "He's dead." He said "I am terribly sorry, we did the best we could"

I dropped to my knees and covered my eyes with my hands, i was sobbing, crying like crazy. I could't control it.

It felt as if my heart stoped beating, as if half of me was gone. Why! Oh, why him! Why couldn't it be me instead!

Wow! Review please. I want to know if i should continue this story.