Hello people. This is my FIRST ever fanfiction and im sooo excited! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review okay? even if you're extremely harsh. I wont mind. To me, its called CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. hahaha. ENJOY!!

Disclaimer: As much as i'd love to, i dont own these characters.

It was the darkest moment of my life. I had been trying for weeks to move my toes. Just a toe would have given me hope enough to sustain my sanity and to carry on living. The doctors had told me that the lower part of my spinal cord had been severely damaged in the(my) motorcycle accident. I had reached the depths of despair when I lay in my hospital bed, eyeing a fruit knife on a tray beside me.

I should just kill myself now. I thought. I have nothing to live for. Not with Edward gone for 2 years now… And Jacob imprinting on some Quileutu girl…What will I live for?

Once again, my thoughts drifted to that fateful evening 2 years ago when Edward left, the way he looked at me, a perfect angel. Then the next thought was Jacob with the girl walking on the beach, sitting on OUR log. It was almost too movie-like. But then again, with my luck, this wasn't such an improbability.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wondering if it would hurt if I used the fruit knife to kill myself. I took a quick moment of deliberation to reallise that Jacob would never leave the girl, and by the time Edward came back, I would probably be old and wrinkly. And he might have lost all feelings for me. Slowly, I reached over to get the knife…

Just then, I felt something pushing me back onto the bed. It was a cold pressure, strange, but somewhat familiar. I gasped in shock but immediately fell back onto the pillows. I opened my eyes, blinded at first by the light.

But as my eyes grew accustomed to the light, I saw a face. The face of an angel. My angel. The angel who left me. His golden eyes staring down at me, pained.

"Edward!" I gasped. "Shh, Bella, don't make noise, just relax, " he soothed. "Carlisle is trying to get you out of here. Just relax and go back to sleep my angel."

Before I had a chance to argue, he had started to hum my lullaby into my ear, in perfect pitch as though it was being played on the piano. I drifted off to sleep unwillingly…

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3 Cheska