Hey guys!

So... I'm back and better than ever! Here's the redone chapter two, the first half is the same and so is chapter one.
I hope you guys enjoy, because I'm certainly glad we're off the rocks!

I've sent the next chapter of Would You? to my beta, so it should be up in the next few days, and I'm just about to start typing quite a few chapters of Meeting Fate!

Sorry if there are typos, I'm just a human as the next person!

Disclaimer: I do not own, these wonderful creations are the work of Stephenie Meyer. But, I have awesome plot lines. Aren't you jealous now Meyer?

Chapter 2

The Van

I woke up to another dull and dreary day, and unwillingly dragged myself out of bed. It wasn't school that I minded. It was facing Edward. The one that I loved.

The pain I felt and the uncertainty of the unknown.

But wasn't everyone afraid of the unknown?

I certainly was.

I smiled at Charlie as I passed his bedroom.

He had emerged, hair ruffled and bleary eyed.

I skipped down the stairs, popping a pop tart in the toaster before rushing upstairs while it cooked.

Looking deeper into my wardrobe I pulled out some black skinny jeans, a green paramour t-shirt and a pair of white converse, before throwing them on and rushing back down the stairs.

Stuffing the still warm pop tart in my mouth I grabbed my bag and after swallowing I yelled goodbye to Charlie, who obviously had a day off after his show.

Or no show, I should say.

I sped into town, pushing my truck as far as it could go without crashing on me.

When I hurried into the parking lot I didn't bother going into school; I grabbed my iPod and sat there, noticing how bad the weather actually was.

There was black ice on the corner by the driveway, and it looked as if it was going to rain at any moment.

I scowled at the sky, before gazing slowly around the parking lot.

Suddenly, everything seemed to move in slow motion.

It was like an action scene in a movie; but this was not planned.

My eyes scanned the shocked faces of my peers. I searched for the danger and found it, wishing it wasn't possible.

Tyler's van was screeching across the lot, at an angle that could only be destined for me. That destiny meant sure death.

I saw Edward, running across to me, but I knew he would be too late.

Only something supernatural could save me.

Maybe a vampire, a werewolf… But nothing else could run fast enough.

By now, in realization of what was happening, silent tears were streaming down my face.

My eyes locked with Edward's.

"I love you," I mouthed. It was now or never. "I'll always love you."

All of this had happened in less than a few seconds.

I was like a deer trapped in headlights. I was already frozen for impact, as if locking my small muscles would lessen the damage a van would do to my small, frail body.

Tyler's face was screwed up in frustration, inevitably knowing what would happen.

I would be a bug on the windshield.

Squashed.

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for impact.

Time seemed to speed up, and the last thing I heard was the high-pitched screeching of tires, the pain and tears; the crush of metal.

But I didn't feel a thing. There was a sharp blow to my side and suddenly I was rolling across the concrete parking lot, my limbs entwined with someone else's.

I sat up hurriedly, my head spinning wildly. I look down at my hands, turning them over and stretching them as if I was a newborn.

I could feel my arms.

I looked down at my legs, half-afraid of what they could look like. Mangled, unrecognizable from the torment they'd been thorough. I look down, underwhelmed. All that was different about them was mud that had been scraped across the knees.

I could feel my legs.

Suddenly, with a surge of hope, I wiggled me torso and head around, probably looking like an idiot. But I was unscathed. I couldn't comprehend. I was supposed to be dead! I was supposed to have been crushed by the impact, mutilated beyond belief.

But I wasn't.

There was a warm feeling on my hand and I looked down, finding the hand of a boy. He had russet skin and his hand and arm was bonded with large, strong muscles.

'Rolling across the concrete parking lot, my limbs entwined with someone else's.'

I looked up slowly to his face, who was staring at me with deep concern.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

All I could do was gape. He-he saved me?! This boy - who was good looking by the way - had saved me from the clutches of death. As clichéd as it sounds, he was really my night in shining armour.

"Are you alright?" he asked again, his tone more urgent.

But I couldn't bring myself to answer. I was trapped in a bubble of time, unmoving. I-I couldn't handle it. My mouth continued to open and close, reminding me distinctly of a goldfish.

"She's alright," a deep voice sounded, "She's in shock. Let her mind protect itself. She's been through a lot today."

My eyes moved upwards and I noticed that Carlisle was standing there: Edward's Dad, who was a doctor. I knew him well from the past years when I had had many a trip to the ER, Edward carrying me in, joking around with me while the nurses looked at us like we were crazy. I got used to it with my clumsy state.

But this point I was feeling drained and my eyes were drooping. I lay back onto the concrete, closing my eyes. I barely acknowledged that a pair of strong, comforting and recognizable arms wrapped around me, picking me up and holding me tight.

"Oh Bella," Edward whispered, "I thought I was going to lose you. Don't ever do that again. I love you."

I was too far gone to reply; I just sunk farther into unconscious as Edward's arms stayed around me, barely hearing him whisper, "It'll be okay Bella," over and over in my ear.

So who can guess who the russet skinned boy is? I bet I can! :D

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ps: There is now a full summary for this on my profile, and I have changed it a bit!