I know I'm a very mean person and haven't updated this one for too long… and I am sorry!

I have been so caught up in my other story- 'Blood Berries'. The inspiration in my head was centred around that one, and I couldn't get ideas for this one.

But now I have… and I'm not doing my work just to get this one updated!

Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't own… nope. No Porsche 911 Turbos for me… and no sexy Edward either. –sniff—

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Edward's POV

My phone was ripped out of my hands by the wind, and I didn't stop to retrieve it. I heard a smash as it hit the tarmac behind me as I dodged a tree on the side of the road.

Bella, Bella, Bella…

How could I have done this to her? I left her, again!

A voice in the back of my head told me it was for her own good.

I'm changing, I thought, but it's not for the better, and I can't control it.

What if Bella died? What if she hit that car, and was killed on impact, like Alice said?

What would I do?

Ask Jasper and Emmett to 'get rid' of me? Of course, they wouldn't agree. And it's not everyday your suicidal brother asks you to rip him apart because his girlfriend has just died because of him!

…Because of him.

This was my fault.

How could I have left her? Hadn't I messed her around enough, damaged her heart, left her bleeding and broken inside? How much was she hurting now because of me?

Bella's POV

Please, PLEASE, let this work, I thought as I stepped on the gas again. I swerved a car, reminding myself of a car racing video game. If Edward didn't come soon, then this crash was going to be authentic.

I'm surprised I'm not already dead, and sure as hell thankful the police haven't noticed me yet! But oh, it won't be long. Those people I almost crashed in to in that car behind have probably called the police. Oh yes, I can just hear their message.

"Hello, yes. Police please. Yes. A problem? Yes, well…

THERE'S A MANIAC DRIVING DOWN THE INTERSTATE FIVE!"

(A/N: I don't know if this is the right road, sorry, I don't live near!)

A minute passed. The needle edged up to one hundred and seventy. How much faster would the car physically go? I'd read somewhere that a Porsche 911 Turbo could go at almost two hundred miles an hour.

Two minutes passed.

Three.

Four.

"To hell with it!" I shouted. I stepped on the pedal again and pushed the car faster. One seventy-five, one eighty, one ninety…

I would sure be burning fuel this way. Poor environment! Poor debit-card. I could see the money beginning to drain away through the next few days, if this plan didn't work. It was all a downhill spiral from here.

Two hundred…

Oh no… the car didn't like this! I could hear the slight sounds of discomfort from the engine. Would it run out of fuel soon?

I was about to look down to check the fuel dial when a black shape popped up in the window beside my face, and I screamed.

I didn't think- I took my hands off the steering wheel and shielded my face. The car wheel spun, and I felt myself lurching sideways. I saw the black shape move, flitting round to the other side of the car.

It felt like the bottom had just dropped out of my stomach.

I screamed as I looked up out of the windscreen. Cars were ghosting past, veering off to try and get out of my way. I looked sideways to see a shattering of glass, the window had been smashed.

And then I saw a face more dear to me than my own.

Edward!

He was gesturing frantically to me- it was him who had broken the window. I could see him sprinting alongside the car, his feet blurring. Invisible to everyone else right now.

'Hurry up, Bella!' his eyes told me, 'come here, and get out alive!'

For some reason, I shook my head.

I wasn't being difficult, I knew that, but I did not know why I didn't want to get out of the car.

He had broken the window and stuck his arm through. He was going to pull me out the car before it crashed.

"Grab my hand!" he bellowed, his voice wild. His hair was swirling about his head like he was underwater, and the wind racing through the car was making my fringe whack into my eyes. They stung, and I could feel the windburn burning on my cheeks.

"BELLA!" he screamed.

I shook my head again, before realizing he had not meant what I thought he had. I thought he had been urging me again- get out now, come here!

But no- he had been warning me of the car that was spinning in my direction, its brakes locked in a fatal squeal…

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Mwahahaha- cliffie!
It's a bad one, I know… sorry!
Tell me what you think- review!

CullenLove xxx