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(Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure you all know by now, that I am not, nor will I ever be, Stephenie Meyer. Therefore, all of these characters belong to her. Regrettably.)

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When you love someone you will go to any length to protect them. You will sacrifice your happiness in hopes that they will find a new life that won't endanger their life and the lives of their family, of your family. Not once in the months since Edward had left had I ever understood how he could leave for my safety. Not until a few days ago did I ever understand leaving someone and still caring that much.

I had driven for days, stopping only to get gas and only living off of bags of chips and drinks grabbed when I paid for the gas with the cash I had stolen from his wallet. I never let my mind wander, never letting it think of him or his family. I focused only on the open road. The only sleep I got were the few hours I parked in rest stops. I lost track of sunsets and sunrises. The time on the dashboard was irrelevant. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't know where I was. I watched the road and only the road, being careful to make no decision of where I would sleep or where I would stop for gas.

Rain continued to follow me as I drove my rumbling truck along the highway. My neck ached from a bad sleep in the bed of my truck and my body was stiff from the lack of movement. Unconsciously I moved my hand slowly up to the side of my neck, attempting to rub out the tension. The moment my hand, cold from the air vent in front of it, touched my skin, I could feel the raw scratch still left behind from the symbol of a life I was promised but never received. I felt my eyes fill up with tears and thoughts of Edward filled my mind.

The thought of his ocher eyes staring into mine the day he left to hunt, smiling as he caught me. The scent of him still left behind in his clothes that I took still lingered in my hair and on my skin where I had held the fabric so close to me as I slept. I could feel the granite, iciness of his skin against mine as he lay beside me in bed. I could hear his voice and the voices of his, of my family. I thought of the times that they had welcomed me as their own, caring for me like I was always theirs.

I started to worry as I wondered if he would follow me, if they would find me soon. I could never be with him again, not without endangering his life and his family's. Would he run off to the Voltura even after I had asked him not to?

Reality hit me as the sound of a car horn pulled me from my thoughts. Sobs were raking my body as an ad on a large 18-wheeler in front of me was growing closer and closer. I slammed on the brakes harder than my truck liked as it roared underneath me and the metal beast only seemed to speed faster. Going over 80 mindlessly, I tried desperately to brake the truck, to stop in any way possible. The truck ahead of me was completely stopped now in traffic as it tried desperately to get cars in front of it to move, more for my sake than his.

In slow motion, with no one to save me, I closed my eyes as my truck collided with the metal wall in front of me. I heard glass shatter as my body was thrown into the driver's window and the airbag exploded. Feeling my chest crack under pressure I screamed in pain. Brakes around me screeched and I heard screams of people trying to help.

In the largest amount of pain I had felt since the studio in Phoenix, I was still crying. I was no longer sure if I was crying in pain or crying for Edward. I prayed silently, hoping for death, knowing that if I were to be lying somewhere in a hospital, Alice would see me, and Edward would come. He would save me like I wanted him so badly to do right now, but I could never let him do that. Death was the only answer as darkness surrounded me.

I felt my body surge as it was being pushed on a gurney through too bright halls sickeningly fast. An oxygen mask was placed securely over my face and a brace kept my head only looking up and strapped to a board. Pain filled every nerve in my body as nurses surrounded me, pressing into my body with needles and cold hands, but not cold enough to make me feel safe again. I heard them speaking and words rarely made sense as I heard my name being thrown in.

"Isabella Swan, 18, Car Accident." A male followed the other nurses dressed in a grey jumpsuit. I blinked trying to understand why I was here and in so much pain. "Excessive bleeding on her head, minor cuts on her arms and legs, broken ribs from seatbelt and airbag," the man rambled as my head spun. I remembered the crash and I remembered why I was in the crash in the first place. A nurse caught my eye and began frantically trying to get my attention.

"Sweetheart, can you hear me?" She all but shouted. I tried to nod as I stared at her and couldn't speak with the oxygen mask pressed into my face. She moved it trying to let me speak.

"Yes," I moaned painfully, the whisper burning my chest.

"Good," She said almost happily, "Can you tell me your name?" She asked hopefully.

"Bella," I gasped.

"Alright, good, Bella! Okay, who can we call?" She asked trying to keep me awake as my eyes fought to close.

"No," I shouted, immediately regretting the octave as my body shook in pain. I felt tears well in my eyes as I began to beg, my voice barely a whisper, "Please don't call anyone. Please." My body shook and I heard shouting behind me. My eyes closed as the pain enveloped my body and I heard the nurse plead for me to open my eyes. I moaned as she placed the oxygen mask over me and the bed I was in moved faster. Darkness once again surrounded me and I hoped that it was finally over.