Carlisle was a wonderful doctor. I didn't even complain when it they put more needles in me. I was staying true to my word and being good. But that also gave me a lot of time to think.

I wasn't sure which idea sounded more appealing to me. On one hand, I could use my time to plot my revenge against Rosalie. On the other, Edward was a very mind consuming topic to think about. And then there was something else. I had just gone into a coma. Shit like that didn't happen. Not to me, anyway. My life was insanely perfect.

I pushed the thought aside. It wasn't like I hadn't been injured before. I had, and it had always turned out very well. I got lots of attention and flowers and once I even got out of fitness testing. A tiny little coma shouldn't bother me. I quickly decided that I would not think about that any more.

The hospital let me out after two days, and by then I had already come up with a revenge plan for Rosalie. It wasn't very mean; she was my friend still. Even if she had a ridiculously big mouth. I was simply going to tell Emmett where she kept her diary. Then I would let fate take its course.

Fate. That word made me wonder if I was insane. Several times a day I would suddenly get an uncomfortable feeling that wouldn't be explained until I was deeply asleep and talking to my angel. My angel. Yet another thing that makes me wonder if I'm insane. I couldn't be the only one who wondered that. Over the last two days alone I had forbidden Edward to stand under Pine trees, jay walk, or eat chicken wings. All of these strange actions could apparently cause an untimely death. At least he took me seriously. My angel always told me when I could let him off the hook for a specific thing, so I figured that meant it was no longer a risk, which meant he had avoided the risk.

I really was crazy. Maybe I should've just stayed in the hospital. Then again, maybe not. I probably should have seen this coming, but for some reason I didn't think that my wacky best friend Alice would decide to throw a welcome-home/ we're-glad-you-didn't-die party. But of course my little spiky haired energy ball of a friend went way overboard and I found my house full of people when I got home.

Alice was the first to hug me when I walked in. She looked like she was about to explode with energy, as usual. "I'd say thanks for the party Alice, but I won't until I'm positive it didn't end in disaster," I told her. Alice's parties were often legendary, but sometimes she went way overboard and forgot to consider people's safety.

Alice laughed and stepped back to allow me to go and talk to everyone. The party was typical Alice. Every surface was either covered with gifts or flowers or refreshments. I was actually pretty calm until the entertainment arrived.

You see, Alice was very wealthy. Her mom was a fashion designer and her father owned this huge chain of stores. Because of this, Alice saw absolutely no problem in calling up one of her famous friends and asking if they can come and perform at a tiny pathetic party in the tiny town of Forks.

I couldn't wait to see what she had in store for me this time. I never got the chance of course.

Some sophomore girls had found my father's gun. Charlie was Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. He was out fishing today, and had left his gun in its holster hanging on a row of pegs near the door.

No one had ever thought that it would be a problem until an earsplitting crack sounded off near the door. The sound melted into a high pitched shriek.