Bella Swan has always been in love with Edward Cullen, the quiet doctor's son who no one ever paid attention to. She loves him with all her heart, and truly believes that some part of him has always loved her. As something comes between the two of them neither had known possible, their friendship crumbles. But it's clear the two still care for each other. When Bella ends up in a coma, how will Edward react? Will he come to realize perhaps the brunette's irrevocable love, wasn't so irrevocable?

Song: Black and Blue by Chris Garneau

Theirs lovers sin in this town,

Lovers cannot let down,

The summers hot as hell here you know,

If we think we can drink now,

We won't stop cause we don't know how,

It's cold, but we love

How it feels alright

Bella sighed as the music played, coursing through her blood like electricity. She hadn't chosen to come to this place. But at the same time, at this point she wouldn't choose to be anywhere different. She sat at the bar, only eighteen. But a fake ID did the trick and she'd already had more than enough drinks to make her feel tipsy. The alcohol burned her stomach as it settled, but at the same time over the years it had become a companion of sorts. The alcohol took away the problems reality left her burdened with. Across from her lights flashed on and off on the dance floor. She was sure at least a few pairs were having sex instead of actually dancing the way they were at it. Her eyes didn't linger on the crowd for long though, eyes scanning through the clumps of sweaty bodies for the one she'd come to watch.

Half the people in the club were underaged. The club's owner had connections with the Chief of Police in Seattle. Something that left the club a hot spot for all teenagers that could provide any form of 'believable' I.D. Believable ranging from plastic to laminated cardboard. As her eyes searched the young faces, eventually they landed on the one she cared to see. He was still as beautiful as he'd ever been. He danced, with that cheap whore hanging off of him. She smiled at him, and he smiled back just as dopily. It hurt to say, but it was clear they were very much in love. Knowing this helped dull the pain a bit, but not by much.

I sweat it all out, you sweat a lot too

We heart the same, the same black and blue

Oh, I wanna catch my difficult

Oh, oh, 'cause I'm scared I'm growing old

Oh, oh, oh , don't return the love I give

Oh oh, oh, your still my favorite

She sighed as the bartender shook her from her thoughts, directing her attention to the empty shot glass in front of her.

"Another Miss? Or are you done for the night?" how cute, he seemed to care. Pity, she always hated the human beings that dared pretend they care. After all, who actually 'cared' for someone? Weren't they all just using each other in one way another. How silly the idiots didn't understand what she knew so well.

"Double shot of jack if you so please," she stated, crimson red lips tugging up into a smile as she worked her magic on him. The man seemed a bit concerned for her well being. The girl had already had a number of shots, and he wasn't sure how many more she'd be able to take before she passed out atop the bar.. and he didn't want to leave her as prey to the large men that loomed around, practically stalking the young teenage girls that felt safe here.

He knew just how safe they actually were. He'd seen quite a number swept away. But they had all been thoughtless beauties who were easily enchanted by a few strong words. The girl before him seemed different. Though her make up was done perfectly like any cheap whore's, her eyes seemed broken. It was as if he was watching a little girl playing dress up. Her outfit didn't fit what she appeared to be at all. "Your drink ma'am," the bartender said nervously as he pushed the shot glass toward his customer who took it, her eyes still searching the floor.

They were kissing now, she could see. They stopped in the middle of the dance floor, and her arms were hugging his neck. He smiled at her, whispered something in her ear that made her giggle. It made her own stone cold heart tense. Soon he swooped down and swatted a strand of hair away from the beautiful blonde's face. Whispering sweet nothings as his lips trailed up her skin, to her jaw. They lingered there as if he sensed he was being watched before he finally smirked and pressed their lips together. And then they were at it in a fit of passion right on the dance floor.

As the brunette paled, the bartender frowned. Perhaps he had given her too much.

"Miss, are you okay?" he questioned.

"I'm fine," the girl snapped, never taking her eyes off of the couple. She watched it all, taking her torture as the blonde slid her hands up the auburn haired devil's chest, giggling as their lips broke away. Though she couldn't hear them with the obnoxiously loud music of the club, she saw her mouth his name. The name she'd uttered so many times she knew it as if it were her own.

Downing the shot glass of Jack Daniels, she sat it back down and sighed softly. They would leave soon, she could tell by the urgency in their movements. He'd always been addicted to sex, that much she'd known when she'd first met him. And he seemed ready to hit up his favorite drug as he bit down on the blonde's neck, eliciting a moan from her. The brunette had, had enough. She stood from the bar and grabbed her hand bag, throwing a few bills at the bartender before she turned to leave. She'd make a quick get away, they'd never know she had been there.

She made it to the door, feeling as if she'd won. But soon a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Isabella?" she heard his shocked velvet voice ring out. Bella bit down on her lips, a nervous trait she'd always had.

"Edward?" she responded, as if she hadn't even realized that he was there and whom he'd been with.

"I didn't know you attended places such as this," he seemed shocked and rightly so. When he'd known her, she'd never been the type to party. She'd always been more bookish, staying home to study in hopes of getting into a good university to get out of Forks and all of its bitter memories.

"I guess people change," Bella murmured in response to his questioning face. She wanted to reach out and kiss him like she'd seen the blonde do. But no, those lips would never be hers. And she knew that.

"I guess they do," he responded, his eyes still searching for hers. They met the door she'd put up though, and unlike years earlier he'd lost the key.

"I'll see you at school then I suppose. Unless you're stopping by my house after this?" the brunette questioned, eyes unable to hold his emerald orbs any longer. She felt as if she was cracking apart, and soon he'd be left staring at her skeleton.

There's a man in this town

Is shooting us down, he

Thinks he's a big man but he doesn't know anything about us or anything at all.

"Edward, I'm ready to go," the blonde had returned, it was clear she hadn't noticed the brunette her boyfriend was talking to. "Bella," she murmured, voice curious. "Why are you here? I thought you were staying in to study. It's what Angela told me when I asked what your plans were," The blonde judged, a hand going to her boyfriend's shoulder. It was clear she knew something was going on between the brunette and the auburn god. She became overprotective of him, a lioness protecting her mate. The auburn seemed like he wanted to say something about his girlfriend's snippy tone. But by the look of realization in his eyes, he'd figured it wasn't his place.

"I thought of staying in, but then I figured what's the point," Bella mused, a smile of her own appearing on her face. It was clear she'd bothered the blonde. Her very existence bothered her. Usually this fact hurt her beyond belief. But as she stared at the annoyance within the depths of those crystal blue orbs, she could do nothing but smirk.

"Are you drunk?" Edward demanded, unused to seeing this light hearted, carefree side of Isabella Swan. She was always so shy, and she never spoke up against Tanya. That much he'd known after years of knowing both of the girls.

"If I am it's none of your business," Bella spat back at him. She almost felt bad for the words as she spoke them. It was clear Edward was shocked as he recoiled. Her words shot through him like a bullet.

"Eddie, I'm ready to go," Tanya called out, jarring him from his thoughts. He wondered what had changed the brunette he'd known so well. She'd once been so kind, and never like this at all. She was soft and apathetic. But this Bella was different.

"Tanya, give me a moment," Edward stated with a sigh. The blonde stomped her foot, seeming to think about his request before she finally nodded and pushed open the door to the bar, walking out and leaving Edward and Bella standing there staring at each other.

"Do you still feel it?" Bella questioned now that the blonde was gone.

"Feel what?" Edward snapped, before his eyes softened. "Bella.. you know I never felt that way for you.. You must have realized we had just been friends.. I never meant to lead you on.." he trailed off, frowning at how her lower lip trembled.

"Friends?" The brunette demanded. "You say we were just friends?" she reaffirmed, shaking her head as he nodded. "You're lying and you know it," she spat. "I remember those nights all alone, crying myself to sleep. You comforted me Edward! You told me you'd protect me! You promised me you would! You promised me you'd never love her. You promised me!" she was beginning to cry, and he knew soon the tears would give way to full on sobs the way she was shaking.

"Bella, don't do this here.." Edward trailed off, voice begging.

"Where should I do it then! You won't let me talk to you anymore!" she pointed out.

"Look Bella, I love Tanya. I cared for you, sure as hell I cared for you. But just because I was your best friend doesn't mean I loved you!" Edward sighed in exasperation. He didn't know what to do to get her to stop crying.. He couldn't stand seeing her fall apart like this.

"You promised so many things to me Edward.. were you even ever my friend?" the brunette questioned, feeling her wall begin to crumble to its foundation. She knew she shouldn't have drank as much as she had. She never got drunk, just emotional. And the emotions babbled on and on until they were forced out of her mouth.

"Of course I was!" Edward proclaimed, drawing attention from a few of the other patrons in the bar at his loud admittance. His eyes were alight, and it was clear he was telling the truth.

"Then why did you choose her Edward?" Bella demanded. "Why.. why did you choose my sister?"

At night he lies awake,

And his heart aches,

Cause its cold, oh, oh, old,

He sweats it out all the night through,

And he throws up all over me and you.

Edward didn't say anything at her question, instead staring toward the door. "Tanya's probably furious by now.. I should go," he murmured as he glanced at Bella one last time. "I'll have her home by eleven, will you tell your father?" he questioned softly, voice calming.

"I'm not going home," Bella snapped back at him.

"Oh Bella," he trailed off. "Won't you take care of yourself?" he questioned quietly. "I do still care for you.. despite how heartless you may think I am.." he trailed off, shaking his head. "I'm sure you'll find your happiness someday.. the two of us just weren't meant to be," he attempted to pacify her.

"Shut up," Bella demanded. "Just shut up.. and go fuck her. That's what you're after isn't it? It's what you wanted all along. To get close to her. The pretty popular blonde.. do you even know how she really is.. what she says to me? What she's always said to me? I'm worthless Edward. You used to tell me I wasn't. She's proved to me I am.. Why won't you leave her... Tonight was a good night.. but she ruins your life all the others.. Don't you want to have friends again? Jasper.. Emmett? They miss you too.." The brunette trailed off desperation in her voice.

As Edward's phone went off in his pocket he frowned. "I have to go, she needs me," he stated, not meeting Bella's eyes anymore.

"Of course she needs you," Bella murmured, feeling small and insignificant. "Do you ever think of me anymore? And how we used to be?" she demanded. When he didn't respond, she smirked. "I love you Edward," she said softly.

"I know you do," was his only reply as he pushed the door open and made his way outside and toward the blonde beauty that awaited him in his car, leaving the broken brunette to crumble to pieces without him.

"Should I call you a cab miss?" the bartender called out, worry clear in his voice.

"No...no.. I'll be fine," Bella sighed as she pushed open the door herself, the same door he'd walked out of only moments before. She took a few deep breaths before walking out into the rain. The alcohol was beginning to take effect, and she sighed in relief at the numbness it provided. His car was already gone, she didn't even have to look. She could feel that he was no longer there with her.

Climbing into her own beat up Chevrolet, she smiled to herself. This way, half drunk she could almost pretend he was sitting next to her and laughing like he would when they were younger. They'd tell jokes and fight over the radio. Who was better, Queen or The Beatles. Her mind could go back to those happy conversations they'd had what felt like a million years ago. Feeling that the young Edward was there, the one that she swore loved her she smiled. "I guess we should head home, hmm?" she cooed to the hallucination happily. He only smiled back at her

She turned the key in the ignition and pulled onto the road, figuring she'd make her way to La Push. The cliffs were always so beautiful to sit by. One day perhaps she'd get the courage to finally jump and end her miserable existence.

But it seemed Bella wouldn't get her wish. As she reached the reserve limits, a car crashed into her own head on, and soon the brunette blacked out, giving way to the invisible kisses and hugs it so warmly provided.