Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or it's characters. :(

A/N: This story may be a little OOC, and I'm sorry for that. This chapter was shorter than I expected, and it may be changed, so watch out for that. Kaela is sort of my Beta, a little, lol. So, I haven't had her read over it yet. But, I was too excited to wait for her to get home from the mall. SORRY JAZZ. lol. ANYWAYS, ONWARD.

"I like, where we are, when we drive, in your car. I like, where we are, here!" We sang loudly as I turned up the CD. We were on our way back from hellogoodbye's concert in Seattle. It was pitch black outside, mind the other cars headlights. It was almost one o'clock when we left the concert hall, and after grabbing a bite to eat with my best friend we headed back to his house where I'd sleep.

I laughed when I noticed him looking at me. "Eyes on the road Mr. Black," I said strictly, but with a hint of amusement in my voice. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the seat with a sigh. I was already getting tired and he wanted me to stay up and watch scary movies.

"Bella," he whispered. I turned my head to look at him and raised my eyebrow. "I love you." I stared at him, unable to answer. I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn't get the chance.

I never saw the car, but I felt the impact as it hit. We slid across the intersection and into the grass. Jake's old, beat up Rabbit rolled a few times before we came to a stop, upside down in the ditch between the roads. I groaned as I felt the blood trickle down my forehead. I lifted my finger and wiped it off. More blood than I thought, a lot of blood. Everything started blurring up, and I knew it was because of the smell. That salt and metal smell that I always thought blood had. "Jake…" I whispered, but got no response. I heard yelling and sirens, but in time it all faded out.

When I woke, I could here a deep, bass voice, but I couldn't make out what it was saying, something about a concert? "Dad?" I mumbled in a broken voice. My lips were chapped and my throat was sore. How long had I been out? Slowly, my eyes fluttered open and I saw him look from me to his hands. He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head.

"I shouldn't have let you go," he whispered, "everything would be okay. Everyone would be okay." I was confused, and he could see it.

"Dad, where's Jacob?" I asked no louder than a whisper. He looked up at me, sadness and remorse visible in his eyes. Again he shook his head, looking up at me. Tears welded up in his eyes. "…dad, tell me. Where is he?!" By then I was angry.

"Jake. . . didn't make it Bells.." Again, he looked down. This was really pissing me off. I knew he was lying. Jacob was tough, plus, I'm pretty damn sure the car hit the back seat, not his side.

"Dad!" I yelled. I can't believe that he was doing this. Why would he lie to me like that? Everyone knew that when I got angry enough I cried, and a tear slipped down my cheek. Jake was alive, I knew it. He was somewhere looking for food, probably walking the halls outside my room because Charlie was the only one aloud in here. "Tell me where he is!"

He shook his head angrily and stood up. "He's gone Bella! Dead!" He got up and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.

I shook my head as I slid back down in my bed and pulled the blankets over my head. After a long sigh I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip. "I'll see Jacob in the morning," I said to myself as I fell back into a deep sleep.

It had been a few days, and I still hadn't seen Jake. I was out of the hospital by now, and spending all the time that I could with his older sister, Rachel. She was twenty, only three years older than me. She came home from collage when she got the news. It still hasn't set in for me. I've just been numb. No real emotion ever showed unless I was with Charlie, where I just pretended that I was okay. I still didn't remember everything from that night. I guess I hit my head too hard, but I did remember some things..

"Bella?" I heard and snapped out of my trance. I looked up at Rachel. She was truly beautiful, one to be jealous of. Her black hair flowed in faint, natural waves down to her lower back and shined in the light. Her eyes where brown, like mine, but they weren't a boring shade. They were deep, very deep and had almost a blue tent to them. She smiled a little and handed me a piece of paper, then sat down next to me on the couch.

"What's this?" I asked, and unfolded it, still looking at her.

"Read it silly," she said and crossed her legs on the couch. I looked down at the paper, which was bright blue and had wild colors all over it. I felt my brow furrow and looked at her with confusion. "Go with me," she smiled.

"You want me to go with you to a party? I couldn't…" I folded the paper back and handed it to her. "Thank you though."

She frowned and looked at it again. "Come on Bella, please? Let's just get out of this house." Her eyes pleaded and I could hear the desperation in her voice.

Slowly, I nodded. "Okay, okay. I'll go. But please, don't make me dance." Rachel laughed and shook her head.

"I'm not too sure about that Bells. We still have a week, so maybe the idea will sink in… or maybe you'll meet someoneee." She wiggled her eyebrows up and down and nudged me.

"Like anyone would be interested Rach," I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag, getting up from the couch. "I'm going home. Charlie will be back soon and expecting dinner."

"Of course," she laughed. "Go, go. Cook for you father." She got up and hugged me tightly. I don't know how she acted so… okay. Like nothing had even happened. Tomorrow would be a different story. The funeral.

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