AN: I was laying in my bed and this story just kind of forced its way into my brain. So I took my work schedule, and started writing it all on the back of it, and at such a late hour, I don't even know why I am typing it up. It is 12:49 Atlantic Time. YAY! Right? So here it is.

(UPDATE: May 2013) Just going through my story before I continue it. Changing things that I thought might need some changing. Added a whole beginning that wasn't there before. Like a prequel, but added into the first chapter.

Disclaimer: As much as I hate this, Twilight and all things Twilight-y do NOT belong to me. I get nothing from writing this, aside from a few smiles, and hopefully reviews, and my own happiness. All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.

I was thinking of a name, and the first thing that popped in my head was Collide. So if you have never listened to the song Collide – Howie Day, I suggest you go on over to YouTube, or wherever you prefer to listen to music, and have yourself a listen, because I think it is perfect for this fic.

Chapter 1: Collide

BPOV

My name is Bella Swan, I'm turning 15 in a month, and I live in Seattle, Washington. Today, I got released from the hospital, where I've been for 5 days. That's how long it's been since the crash.

School starts soon, and we were going to be moving to a small town called Forks. Mom was transferred to the high school there to teach Spanish, and we didn't really have much of a choice. I know my mom never liked small towns, but she figured it would be good. She would get paid more, and Dad would still be close enough to Seattle for his baseball games.

My parents, Renee, and Phil were driving me to go get some school supplies, since there are better places to go here in Seattle, than in Forks. My dad was driving, and my mom was poorly singing along to the radio. I was reading a book and next thing I knew, I heard screeching tires, and everything went black.

Everything was a little fuzzy at first. I blinked away tears, blood maybe? I saw Mom in the front, holding Dad's hand, neither of them was moving. That's when I heard the sirens. There was a man, he opened the door next to me, and pointed a light in my eyes. He started saying something, but I couldn't seem to make out what it was. I turned my head, and noticed another man was pulling Mom from the front. I blinked, and next thing I knew I was on a stretcher.

I looked around, as the same man that helped me out wheeled me to the ambulance, I noticed 4 other stretchers, 3 of them were covered in a while sheet, another had a young boy. He was partially sitting, reaching out for one of the stretchers, and being held back by a paramedic. He was screaming for his dad.

That's when I realized it. The stretchers with the white sheets, they were dead. Renee Phil, and the other driver. I screamed, I didn't realize it at first, I didn't even hear myself screaming. One of the paramedics held me down, and the first one stuck a needle in my arm. It felt... warm...

I woke up in the hospital, everything hurt, and I couldn't see very well out of my right eye. My right arm was in a bandage, and I felt so tired. I looked to my right and saw the boy from the accident in the next bed, asleep. A nurse came in and when she noticed I was awake, called for a doctor.

The nurse told me that I had been asleep for the past 2 days. The doctor came in, checked on me and told the nurse something before they both left. About 20 minutes later the nurse came back with a tray of food.

The food looked gross, but I guess I needed to eat. As much as I missed my parents, I know they would be upset if anything else happened to me. My parents always taught me to look out for myself, because I'm their little girl and they would never want anything to happen to me. So, as much as it hurt, and made me sick, I forced the food down.

I felt like everything was okay though, like I would get out of here, and my parents would be fine. Maybe I just imagined the white sheets, and they're in another room somewhere. I really hope so.

I felt really tired, in spite of all the sleep I've had. I guess healing takes a lot out of a person, or maybe they had medication being pumped into my IV, because I just couldn't keep my eyes open.

JPOV

I woke up in a hospital after the accident. The first thing I did was cry. My dad, he was gone. I was all alone now. I have 2 sisters, but both live far away. I'm 16, and have no where to go. What am I going to do?

When I calmed down, probably no less than half an hour later, I looked around the hospital room. There was a girl in the next bed, she looked familiar, but I couldn't understand why. Had I met her before? Oh, right! She was at the accident, which means... Oh no. Her parents were the ones on the other two stretchers. That's when I started to cry again.

This poor girl, she looked so beat up, and she wouldn't have any one as well. I hated the whole situation, and what caused it, but I took a vow at that moment to protect this girl, for as long as I could. She looked so helpless and peaceful. She must be drugged by the looks of things.

I noticed a red button on my bed, and pressed it. As expected, a nurse walked in the room, along with a doctor. They looked me over without saying a word. I looked down and noticed I had a bandage around my torso. That must be from the seatbelt. Our seatbelts were broken. They buckle you in, but they don't have that locking thing fixed. It's always locked. So I guess the impact must have bruised me up a bit.

The doctor came over, undid my bandage, and what I saw underneath was not just a bruise. Looks like the belt cut into my skin all along my stomach and chest. The doctor applied something to the cuts and re-bandaged me, as the nurse left the room.

"I am Doctor Murray. I know this is a difficult situation, and you must be in pain, but there's something I need to tell you."

"I know. I remember everything right up to the ambulance." I replied, my voice scratchy from not being used. "I know what caused the accident, and I know." I breathed heavily, unsure if I could manage saying this. "I know he's gone." I cried, hell, I bawled.

"I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could have done. I treated your father. I tried everything I could, but by the time he got here, it was too late. I didn't give up hope though. I've saved many lives before, it just, must have been his time. I'm off work in half an hour, but here is my card, with my cell number on it. If you need anything, even just to talk, I'll answer. The phone in here is free to use. No charge. We understand the situation, and want to try and make the 2 of you as comfortable as humanely possible considering the situation. The remote is here" He said, picking it up, and bringing it to me. "The TV is paid for. I will be in contact with someone to talk to you. A grief counselor. I know you probably won't want to talk, but I've been through loss myself, and I know that she will help."

"Thank you." It's all I could think to say.

"Nurse Gale, the lady who was just in here is gone to get you something to eat. I suggest eating it all as you need your full strength to heal. Your torso is cut from the seatbelt, and a few ribs were fractured, but you should heal up nicely in no time. If there's nothing you need me for, then I will see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, again. For everything." He nodded and left the room. It wasn't too long afterwards that Nurse Gale came back in with some food. I ate it, and fell asleep.

BPOV

It's been 3 days since I've woken up. It seems like the boy next to me is on a different sleeping pattern then I am, unless he just hasn't woken up. Nurse Gale came in with Dr. Murray, and woke the boy up. I was glad to see he wasn't seriously injured.

"Bella, Jacob. You are both being released today. Your wounds have healed enough that you will be fine without medical help." Dr. Murray said. "You've both been off IV for a day, have no signs of serious injury or physical trauma, and are healing nicely. Arrangements have been made for a temporary place for you to stay. It's the Seattle Home for Children and Youth. It is a nice place, with friendly people. They will find better arrangements for you, and read through will, and insurance, if any for your families."

That was that. Within an hour, we were shipped to this "Home" and given rooms to stay.

They gave us a day to settle in, and then told us arrangements had been made for funerals. So tomorrow I have to go to a funeral, well, 3 to be exact. A funeral for my mom, my dad, and Billy Black.

Journal Entry 1:

I don't really know why I'm writing this, I guess because the doctor said it might help, but I know I'll be ok. It's all just a horrible nightmare. I'm going to wake up soon. My mom will be shaking me because I always fall asleep when I get in a car. Or maybe, we did crash, but everyone's alright, except me, I hit my head, and this is my coma. I really hope I wake up soon. It's August 13th, and in a month, I'll be turning 15. My parents wouldn't like me to be asleep for my birthday.

This place reminds me of a prison. The room's on the top floor are one person rooms, and are small. They're bright though, lots of colours, I guess to make it seem like a happier place, like something bad didn't just happen to put you here. There are 152 people here, not including Jacob Black and myself.

The youngest here is a 12 year old. Her name is Brytne. It's pronounced Brittney, she's German. Her mom died of a tumor. The oldest here is Mark, he's 17. He's kind of a douche. I think that's why he's still here. He's just waiting to turn 18 so he can leave this place.

Anyways, some of the kids here are sick, some are troubled, some were unloved, and abused, and taken away by child services, or given away at birth, and just never found a permanent home. Then there are others, like me, and Jacob Black, who lost their parents, who were the best parents ever and would do anything for their children and love them unconditionally.

I never would have said my life was perfect up until now, but looking back, I wouldn't have traded my life or my family for anything in the world. I would however trade my life for the 3 that were lost. Their funerals will be tomorrow, one after another. I will be going to all 3. I don't even really know how we crashed. Most kids would probably be blaming themselves, or the other driver, but I couldn't do that to the boy, to Jacob. He is going through loss just like I am. I don't need to make him have a harder time then necessary.

His room probably looks the same as mine, small, with a bed and a desk, and painted brightly to make this place feel warmer. The bathrooms are down the hall. Girls on the right, boys on the left. His room is beside mine, and why they allow co-ed floors, I will never understand. Shouldn't they be separating us at this age? Maybe they do it so it feels less like a prison, and more like… Life? I wonder how he is doing. I wonder if he needed to see a "Doctor" like I did when they released us from the hospital. Maybe I should go talk to him. I'm sure he's lonely, like I am…