A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks to those who reviewed :P Here is chapter two as promised! Enjoy


Ch2

It was only 5:30 and the sky was already preparing for the night. I was going stir crazy sitting around, staring at my walls. All of the chores had been caught up, and now there was nothing left for me to distract myself with. Charlie had been called into the station, something about a disturbance in town. I watched as he left, random snowflakes escaping through the entrance way . Although the weather seemed to have died down a tad, it was still messy out. I looked at my truck sitting alongside the road, untouched. Beside the window, hung my jacket, dry and kempt .

I tried reasoning with myself. Charlie was gone, the weather wasn't as bad, and I'd only be gone a few hours. That was all it took. I picked up the phone, and dialled.

"Hello?" came a peculiar, weary voice

"Jake? What's wrong?"

His voice immediately picked up.

"Oh! Hey Bells…how come you didn't come out today?"

"Charlie thought the weather was a tad too riské for me" I stressed the 'me' knowing he'd understand

"Sure, sure. Hey Bells? Do me a favour? Don't go outside today…" his voice trailed off, leaving me full of confusion and questions

I frowned into the phone.

"Jake, what's going on? What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing. Seriously. Everything is covered in ice, it's a death trap out there, well, for you anyways. Just stay in OK? I don't want to have to worry. Listen I have to go, it's my turn to guard. I'll see you tomorrow."

Click

I wasn't about to buy into his whole 'ice' excuse. There was obviously something he wasn't telling me, and I wanted to know.

I grabbed my jacket off the hook and carefully executed my way to the road. From the short distance from my doorstep to the truck, I managed to fall a grand total of four times. I'll never change, I laughed ruefully at myself.

I eased my way onto the road. I was still edgy with the thought that something was wrong with Jacob. His voice was so strange, like there was a different meaning behind his warning. I drove slowly , carefully manoeuvring my truck through the narrow streets of Forks.

Within minutes, I was in close proximity to the city limits, and the La Push border. Out the passenger window, something caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head swiftly so I could catch a glimpse of the figure.

It's true what they say, it only takes a moment of distraction and desperation to end ones life.

My truck hit a sheet of black ice, sending my truck and I spiralling down the gleaming road. The front of my truck slammed into the guard rails, causing it to flip upside down in the air, and slam to the ground in a deafening thud. The windows popped out and shattered all around me. I could feel a large shard of glass protruding from my collar bone, inches away from my throat. The pain was absolutely maddening. With every breath, came an intense wave of miserable throbbing. My limbs were butchered, flaps of skin caused an entrance way to the wounds which were being infected with bits of glass, and dirt. A warm thick liquid that smelled of rust and salt, flowed evenly and swiftly from a head wound, covering me from head to toe. Everything around me went white, then black. I gladly welcomed the silence and numbness that followed.


A/N: Ok well that's chapter two….still not very long...guh Bella dead?….remember 10 reviews before the next chapter appears so get cracking ;-)

Xox-Becca