Comatosed.

My reason for living was comatosed.

So I was going to make sure that the reason my reason for living was comatosed didn't live to see her wake up.

And she will wake up.

Why is it so hot in here?

Why is everything red?

Why am I shaking?

AHHH! My body, what's happening to me?...

Carlisle wouldn't let me into the hospital let alone her room.

I understood that she was constantly wearing blood stained bandages, I understood I wouldn't be able to resist that and I knew she was still alive.

My head could see all this by looking into Carlisle's, however, my... heart?... being?... anyway something in me had to see her to believe all the things my adopted father was silently telling me.

Name: Isabella (Bella) Swan
Date of birth: 13th September 1987
Occupation: None (attends Forks High School)
Family: Charlie Swan (Father) Renee Dwyer (Mother) Jacob Black (Soul Mate)

These facts kept presenting themselves to me over and over again. I didn't argue with any of them they just made it hard for me to access any other information there may be about myself. For example I had no idea what I did for hobbies or what exactly I was studying at school, or why this dream was going on for so long. All I wanted to do was get up, go to school and then see my Jacob like any other day. Why couldn't I?

Sick. Anger. Pain. Beast. Pain. Jacob. Heat.

That's what my life had reduced itself to because of the dick head that drove into me. They had created such a rage in me that my destiny was happening a good few years early.

Could they give me any more reasons to kill them?

And now I had the means to do just that and make it look like an animal attack, which weren't exactly rare in this part of America. It's official, fate wanted me to kill that driver. All I had to do was listen to my dad (when I could hear him) and try and gain some control over this monster inside me.

Yes, it's starting to rain. I remember when I used to hate the cooling water falling from the sky because it made my hair unmanageable; in fact once me and Bella ran as fast as we could to her truck from the beach when the heavens opened. We sat there and warmed up for 20 minutes laughing and dithering at the same time.

Huh the pain's letting off a bit. Maybe I'm getting the hang of it and I'll be able to see Bella soo...

She can't see me. She just can't see me like this. Everyday she told me how much she loved my hair and that I wasn't allowed to get any taller. GOD she's so beautiful when she's laughing.

Uh oh here we go again...

Finds Fun: Homework, walking on the Beach, watching car building, running from the rain.

Homework? That's not right, nobody likes homework let alone finds it fun. I really am sick of this dream 'running from the rain'? I don't like anything to do with rain do I?

Why won't I wake up!

AAHHH oh my God! Why haven't I died from this heat yet? It's pissing it down and I haven't felt one drop of cool on my skin.

Here he comes the expert in this hell. "DAAD! DAD HELP ME!" I cried just like every other time Sam wheeled him up to my prison in the forest with a cooler on his lap.

The look of pain on his face when I said this almost mirrored the pain I felt all day every day. Almost.

"Here son have some water." He held a bottle of frozen water to my lips, and the top part melted instantly meaning I could drink it. I could feel the cold a little but not enough to stop me feeling uncomfortably hot. My dad kept tipping it until the bottle was empty and he pulled out another one. After I'd finished 3 bottles he got out a 6 pack of ice-pops. I ate them all in 10 seconds.

"How many times today Jake?" Sam asked me looking directly into my eyes with a look that said it will end I promise. And I believed him.

"10 I think. I lose track around 4."

"You howled that last time Jakey, was it more painful than normal?" From the look on his face I could tell it was for him.

"Did I? Don't really remember Dad so probably not no." Caring lies.

They stayed as long as normal, Sam told me the same advice as normal and they both left with the normal expressions of agony and fear.

And I was alone again with nothing but my thoughts of her for company.