Disclaimer: Twilight characters are not mine.

A/N: I know that I haven't been on for a while and I know that I didn't exactly get the ten reviews that I wanted but what I got was enough. Thanks guys, all of you. Well, without further ado I give you Chapter 11! Enjoy :)

Chapter 11:

I spent a few days in the hospital and then two weeks in school before I found myself being rushed back towards the hospital again. The thing was... I wasn't alone this time.

It was a Thursday morning that I had begun to feel down. Scott had left shortly after I got released from the hospital the last time. He hadn't touched his music much and it bothered me. He made the excuse of trying to get into the company that he was now in charge of.

I didn't believe it.

Well, I had been feeling down because of Scott's absence. Esme and Carlisle had surprised me by telling me that Scott would be arriving to visit me by the end of the week. My happy mood didn't last long when I realized that it was raining.

Edward drove us to school as his siblings argued in the back seat. And I could vaguely remember seeing him and Alice exchange worried glances after looking at me. I was simply staring outside the car window as we drove to school.

"Are you excited for school, Bella? Its almost the end of the week," Rosalie tried to coax me to talk.

"Yes," I whispered without looking at her.

That was another thing: I had been starting to talk more and more after I began to take therapy to help me to get talking again twice a week. It was every Tuesday and Thursday that my therapy was. It was something that I never looked forward to because even though my therapist and I hadn't covered the night of when my parents had died, I knew that it was coming.

"How has that project been going between you and Edward?" Emmett piped up as Edward parked in the parking lot.

"We've been progressing," I whispered again and felt the slight sting. "Piano and cello."

"An instrumental piece?" they all asked me.

"Bella plans on having the surgery," Edward said quietly as we sat in the car as we watched all of the students mingle. "It would be a few weeks before we have to present our piece."

The surgery. That had been another thing that had been on my can't-help-worry-over list. Carlisle had a sneaking suspicion that I had some sort of throat trauma. He told me that surgery was an option to help me out. And I was considering it.

But I knew that getting my voice back wouldn't bring my parents back. I was taking therapy so that I wouldn't have to be plagued by my nightmares and memories of that night while I would still be healing over my surgery.

"I'm considering it," I nodded and got out of the car before they could argue. I began to walk towards the school, bracing myself for another day of school.

I wanted to have the surgery but I didn't know how I felt about that. Because it would mean that some normalcy would be restored. It would be a realm of normalcy where my parents wouldn't be. A realm where they would probably be left in the past to be forgotten. And I couldn't stand that.

Because I wanted them here. Now.

But I know that that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. And so that was the thought that had been whirling in my head when I heard a screeching sound. Like metal scraping against metal.

And that's what it was; it was Tyler Crowley breaking and hitting a patch of ice in the parking lot wrong. I could see his terrified face as we locked eyes through his windshield; he was trying to regain control of his blue van while I was standing frozen and wide eyed directly in his path of collision.

"Bella!" I could hear the faint voices of the Cullens, people who I considered to be my new family. I stepped towards them, determined to get out of the van's way before it was too late.

And then I locked eyes with Edward's horrified eyes just as a drop of wetness landed on my cheek and I froze altogether. My shoulders slumped as it began to rain and I felt so powerless and frozen in my spot. My mind was screaming at me to run, to get out of the way. But my body was frozen and locked in place, memories flashing before my eyes as I saw my dad crash into the river and the water surrounding us completely.

Screams filled the parking lot and I was thrown back. I clenched my eyes shut, ready to die. So ready.

What I wasn't prepared for, however, was the feeling of arms wrapped protectively around me. Much less that those arms belonged to Edward. I looked up carefully, aware of the ringing in my ears and the screams still filling the parking lot.

A side of his face was coated in blood and he was looking at me frantically. Tears streamed down my face as I watched the rain wash his blood away. But the blood seemed to be endless. It mixed with water as we stared at each other.

"Why didn't you move?" he asked me angrily before slumping into me, his arms still wrapped around my torso. My throat closed up as I cried quietly, pleading in whispers for him to wake up.

I didn't want him to die. I loved him.

More tears came as I realized this and I felt my breathing become shallow as I realized that I would be losing another loved one. And it was once again all my fault.

And that is where I am now. It didn't take long for the ambulance and the police to arrive on the scene and then I was being strapped down to a gurney along with Edward and we were being rushed to the hospital with Tyler.

As soon as I saw Carlisle's panicked face, I burst into tears. I couldn't tell him that I'd killed his son. I heard the clinical speaking as Edward was rushed away and then I was being rushed to another room away from him.

I couldn't stop my tears and I still can't. My therapist was called and that brings me to where I am now; in my hospital room sitting across my therapist, Ms. Gavelstone, while unable to stop my tears.

"Would you like to talk about it?" she asked me quietly.

I shook my head, still unable to stop the tears. I hated them. They showed my weakness when I was supposed to be strong. I wasn't supposed to be paralyzed by the rain. I wasn't supposed to be crying when I should be comforting Esme and Carlisle for their loss.

"What happened today, Bella?" she asked me quietly. I shook my head again and continued to cry.

If I hadn't frozen up then Edward would still be here.

"Bella?" she asked me as I curled up in my hospital bed and hugged my knees to my chest, burying my tear stained face into my knees. I couldn't get his bloody face out of my head. He had been bleeding so much.

The rain and his blood was everywhere and there seemed to be more blood than rain.

I didn't realize she had left until I reluctantly looked up from my knees. I didn't know where I was going but before I knew it, I was running out of the room and searching.

I knew what I was searching for but I knew that I wouldn't be successful. He wasn't here anymore. Tears blurred my vision as I found myself running through the hospital's garden and to another wing of the hospital. I didn't make it far and simply sat under a large tree.

"Edward, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I said aloud and winced at the pain in my throat. "I'm sorry. So sorry. So sorry," I said over and over again, ignoring the pain.

"Sorry for what?" his voice came from in front of me. I wiped my tears away and looked up to see him in a hospital gown.

Oh great. He didn't live long after he got to the hospital and now he's come to haunt me while I'm in the hospital. I thought to myself miserably.

"You know, you have everyone worried? You can't just disappear like that, Bella." he told me sternly and I cried. Because that would be something that he would say.

"I'm sorry," I apologized again.

"Stop apologizing, Bella. Come on. I'll help you back to your room," he held out his hand to me.

"You're helping me?" I asked him. Could ghosts do that? Weren't they supposed to be see through or something? How was he going to help me? I thought as I looked up at him confused.

"Yes, Bella." he smiled at me and I smiled back tearfully. "Stop talking though. Its bad for you to use your voice so much."

I looked past him and froze in my place.

"Its raining," I whispered as I shivered in my place. I hadn't noticed it before and that was because of the shelter that the large tree provided for us. But it was all around us. I stood up and pressed myself to the tree trunk, looking around panicked. The water was already accumulating and forming puddles.

"I'll keep you safe and warm, Bella. You don't have to worry when you're with me. Trust me," he held his hand out to me again.

I looked around uncertainly before looking at him when he called my name. He smiled at me reassuringly. Slowly, I warily reached out my hand to grasp his in mine. I expected him to be cold, being a ghost and all. I expected my hand to go through his. I expected him to disappear and leave me with his voice blaming me for his death. I expected the worst.

My hand fit in his perfectly and I looked up at him surprised. He smiled at me. His hand was warm and I continued to stare at him as he pulled me protectively to his side. He shielded me as much from the rain as he ran us through the hospital courtyard and into the cold, sterile environment of the hospital.

Yet I felt warm as I looked at his wet form.

"You're safe," he smiled at me, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright and earnest.

"You're alive," I mumbled before fainting in his arms.

A/N: I remember crying as I wrote this, hehe. Hope you guys don't kill me for leaving you like that. Plez review!

-eli