Ok I'm back again! I had an aweful week so im sorry that I didn't update earlier. Just thinking about it makes me want to curl up in a ball on my bed, but I'm writing this instead so be grateful.

Disclaimer: Whoop-de-damn-do I don't own it

EPOV

My world was falling apart. What had happened to Bella? We had decided that she wasn't dead! I was the one who should have died? What the hell happened? I had just seen her a few minutes ago. What was the point of all we had suffered through if she was dead. My shoulders started heaving with sobs.

"What happened Emmett?" I needed to know. If it was some stupid hospital mistake that killed her I would hunt down that person and slit their throat.

"Um she was like flipping out so they injected her with a sedative but they messed up and gave her too much and she's in a drug induced comma. It's not looking good little bro."

"But, she-she's not dead?" This information had a hard time passing through my head. I kept thinking it was all just some sick joke and she really was dead.

"No she's not dead yet, but don't get your hopes up for her recovering." With this Emmett got up and left the hard wooden chair that had been placed by my bedside for visitors. It looked exactly like the one in Bella's room. I couldn't take this shit anymore. I just got Bella back only to loose her again due to some stupid doctors. The only thing that kept my burdened heart beating was the fact that the she was not yet dead, although that also made it worse. The hope was only going to make it worse when she died. It would just be easier if Bella was dead so I could kill myself and get it over with. Why did this happen to us? Well it has to happen to someone, I thought bitterly. You always think that the terrible things happen to the other people but I suppose your always the other person to someone else.

"Edward?" Alice was sitting next to me.

"I don't want to talk to you."

"I don't care. I'm going to talk to you."

"I'll scream out for the nurses." I weekly threatened.

"No you wont." Alice always had a knack for guessing the future. I sighed in defeat.

"What do you want Alice?"

"You know the story Romeo and Juliet right?" Alice asked me. I couldn't see were she was going with this.

"Yea." I answered truthfully.

"Well what do you think about it?" She was really starting to piss me off. What the hell was she talking about?

"I think that everyone dies in the end and that true love can't do shit to stop real life from messing up everything."

"But not everyone dies, the Capulet and Montagues resolve their feud and they live on knowing that they messed up and Romeo and Juliet paid with their lives."

"Yea like what I said."

"No Edward," Alice sounded pissed. "You said they all died and they didn't. Romeo and Juliet died. They both died because of stupid mistakes, but the story could easily have gone a different way. The messenger could have gotten to Romeo in time, the apothecary could have not given Romeo the poison, and I don't even know what else."

"So what's your point Alice?"

"My point is Edward that even though mistakes were made it all could have worked out in the end, and even though it didn't work out for Romeo and Juliet, they weren't the only people in the story. There were the every day people who could have been killed by one more street fight between the two families. You have to look at the bigger picture. Well I have to go." And with that she left.

Then finally as the door slammed shut behind her, I finally got what Alice was trying to tell me. Even though so many things have gone wrong with me and Bella, it could still work out in the end, even if it was not in the way that most convenient or expected. It didn't really help the pain that was still pumping in my heart but it did help me feel more optimistic about the future.

Around 10:00pm my wounds began to ache and I called for a nurse. She injected a drug into my IV drip and slowly my eye lids began to droop and my brain felt fuzzy. As I drifted off to sleep I thought about Bella and how to convince the doctors to let me see her tomorrow.

BPOV

I was back in our meadow, only this time I was all alone. I just remember waking up in the hospital. I was in pain so I called for a nurse. She injected something into my IV drip and then left.

I shuddered as a cold breeze blew over me. I walked over to the small pond and stared into its dark water. I saw my reflection staring back at me. It's funny how when you stare at something for a long time, it gets blurry and seems farther away until you blink your eyes and everything slides back into place. I did this for a few minutes until I blinked once more to find someone else's reflection next to mine.

"Are you real this time?"

"I think so, are you?" I replied. The beautiful man beside me draped his arm around me as another gust of wind made us both shiver.

"I think we're dead."

"Why?" I should have been scared. I should have had questions. I should have been crying. But by this point I was just so sick and tired that I just didn't care anymore. I was so tired of the pain and the worry and the fear and the overwhelming feeling that nothing was real anymore that I just couldn't take it anymore. I could only deal with one thing at a time and right now I was with Edward in some subconscious nightmare and we very well might be dead.

"Well you were in some stupid drug induced coma that you weren't going to come out of because some nurse fucked up and then she injected something into my IV and now we're both here." I sighed.

"I don't mind."

"Why?" I looked up at his face and he looked angry.

"Because I don't want to deal with anymore shit." Edward started to say something but I interrupted. "No listen to me! Remember when my biggest problem was that you were a player? Doesn't high school seem so far away? Don't we seem so far away? I've been abused by my boyfriend. Doesn't that usually take moths to recover from? You've slept with most of the girls in our grade. Do you even remember their names? Nothing makes sense anymore. We might be dead and yet we're sitting here talking to each other. We might be dead Edward! But all I can think about is how this is just something else I have to get past. It feels like my mind is still back when we were dating and I'm scared because I know it has to catch up to me eventually and the longer it takes the more painful it's going to be. And sometimes I just feel like my life stopped that day in the rain and I can still feel the rain and my tears and I don't want to feel them anymore. I just don't want to feel."

"Bella?"

"Don't, just don't."

"Bella?"

"What?" I turned around to face him and he was looking at something just past my right shoulder. I turned around. There standing before us was-

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