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A/N - The fourth chapter is up!!! All of your reviews are making me so happy, I'm practically skipping around the house. It's really annoying my family but I couldn't care less. This chapter was hard to write so plz review and tell me what you think!

Song for this chapter-Even in Death by Evanescence

Chapter 4

BPOV

I was so upset that Edward didn't showed up. I had sat out in the cold and rain for him and her couldn't even bother to come. I was a fool for thinking he cared enough about me to. He had probably moved on with his life and was in college somewhere with a gorgeous girl on his arm.

So, I had gone in the house and let myself cry for my last time over him. I would not let him dictate my life. I needed to move on and try to be happy…there was nothing else I could do. I looked up at the clock and wiped my tears. It was eleven at night.

What should I do now? After all this crying over a guy I really wanted some ice cream. But I knew there was none in the house. Actually, I didn't have any food in this house at all. I was going to go grocery shopping the next day. But I really wanted some ice cream. No matter how irrational it was I got up and got my keys. The store was open twenty-four hours a day, and I was going to go get my rocky road if it is the last thing I do!

So I got in my car and started driving towards town. Everything was going as peaceful as it could be when my heart was ripping into pieces. I really needed a distraction. It was at times like this that I wished I had a working radio in this old truck.

When I approached the four-way intersection I came to a stop and looked both ways, there were no cars in sight. I hit the gas pedal, and started forward. That's when something collided into the side of my truck with brute force.

I could feel the frame of my old truck caving in on me, efficiently trapping me where I was. I was struggling to hang on to consciousness, I could smell fell my own blood spilling from me. It's rich coppery substance that was vital for my survival draining out of me way so fast that I knew I wasn't going to make it. No one was around, but me and the other driver. They were probably in the same conditions I was in, or worse.

I let my eyes closed, coming to terms with my fate. I just hope it would end soon. I was surprised when I heard metal being torn away from my truck. I didn't have the energy to open my eyes to see who it was though, I didn't care.

A pair of arms, then wrapped me into their embrace cradling me to there chest. I knew this person was trying to say something to me but I couldn't quite make out what it was. I was like I was under water, everything had this strange muffled quality to it. Something about the voice sounded familiar so with all the strength I had left I forced my eyes open.

But all my strength only let me open my eyes halfway and I got a blurry glimpse of the man I thought I would never see again. The reason why I had to go out and get ice cream in the middle of the night whispered to me with so much tenderness in his velvety voice, "It will be alright, I promise."

Edward was here.

I heard a faint beating in the back ground as I slowly returned to consciousness. I briefly wondered what it was before I was blind sighted by the pain that shot through my body. Why did my body ache so much?

I tried to think back for a reason, but that only gave me a headache. I became more alert when I heard the rustling of papers and opened my eyes. There was a nurse standing at the front of my bed. Wait. A nurse, that would mean I am in a hospital. That would explain why I was in so much pain but, how did I get here?

I tied to think ignoring the pounding in my head as I did so, and then it came to me. I was hit by a car, pretty damn hard too from how I felt. I thought I was going to die when someone saved me. And not just anybody, it was Edward.

Is that even possible? Could I have just dreamt him up? Maybe, but I don't thing my imagination is that good. I looked around the room again, the nurse had left awhile ago. No one else was in this room. I was all alone.

That was before a doctor came in and told me, "You gave us quite a scare there for awhile Ms. Swan, I'm Dr. Harris." he said kindly. Before going into doctor mode and asking, "How are you felling?"

I stared at him for a moment. How does he think I feel? I just got hit by a car, and have been asleep for who knows how long. But instead of voicing any of those comments I weakly said to him, " I've been better."

He nodded and looked at my charts, writing something down. I wanted to know how I ended up here. I mean, I hadn't known I had been hit until I felt it slam into the side of my truck. I decided to speak up, " Excuse me sir, but could you please tell me how I got here?"

His head shot up to mine wearing a worried expression. "Do you not remember, that could be a sign that you have a concussion?" He said some other things about running some tests when I decided it was time to tell him I was fine. Or at least as fine as I could be in this situation.

Before he could continue his rant about things I couldn't understand, and honestly didn't care about, I interrupted him. Shaking my head I said, "No doctor, I know I was hit by a car, but I made sure before I crossed that intersection that there were no cars nearby. So, saying I was surprised when I was hit would be an understatement." I laughed without hummor, wincing when another pain shot through me.

When I was comprehension flickering across his face I knew he finally understood what I meant. He looked me in the eye and responded, "Ms. Swan the crash was not your fault. There was a drunk driver speeding down the road, and he didn't have his headlights on. At the speed he hit you I'm surprised your still here. It really was a miracle." He said with a sad small smile playing on the corners of his lips.

He looked down at his watch and sighed. "I must be going now. You need your rest. If you need something, anything at all, just press that red button on the side of the bed." He pointed to the remote attached to the side of the bed I was laying on, to emphasize his point.

With out another word he started to walk away, but there was one more question that I needed answered. "Dr. Harris!" I called after him. He turned around with a questioning look, and that was all I needed to continue. "The man that took me out of the car, is he still here, his name is Edward Masen?" I asked hopefully. I really wanted to see Edward.

He stared at me, concerned. And then he looked like he was debating if he should tell me something or not. "I don't know how you got here. Nobody does. The receptionist said no one was in the waiting room one second, and the next you were there." He paused again before saying, "But as for an Edward Masen I haven't seen him in two years" I perked up at this, maybe he could tell me where Edward was.

I could feel the smile starting to crawl its way up onto my face, "Do you know where I could maybe contact him?" I said trying to keep my excitement out of my voice.

He looked away from me before responding with a mumbled, "No."

Now I was confused. "Why?" I said bluntly. "It's really important that I speak with him."

He had a sad smile on his face and said quietly, "I can't tell you where he is because Edward Masen died of pancreas cancer two years ago, he put up a good fight too. But it wasn't enough in the end." With that he walked out of the room.

All I could do was stare after him. What had he said? Edward couldn't be dead. No one deserved to die that way, or as young. But if he was…..dead. It was so hard to even think it, let alone acknowledge that it might be true. Then who did I see the other night? And how did I get here? I know it has been a couple of years, but it looked so similar to him.

I was so confused, and I wanted answers. I felt tears rolling down my face as the thought of Edward not existing in this world anymore ran through my head. I know it sounds stupid, but I'm not going to believe when anyone tells me that my Edward was dead. I know how I felt about him now. I didn't love him like a measly friend, or brother. But I was in love with him and always had been. And no matter what stands in my way, I will find him and get my answers. I needed to tell him how I feel, even if it's the last thing I do.

A/N - Phew! I'm glad that chapter is done. It's was really hard to write. I need IDEAS! What should Bella/Edward do next? Whpse POV should the next chapter be in? What should happen next? Review and tell me plz.

Song for this chapter - Even in Death by Evanescence