A/N: Wow, sorry for such the long wait! I really do apologize for making ya'll wait so long! I had so much testing and the wirting of my senior project that not a lot of time was left for anything else. I hope ya'll aren't that mad at me! This one is a bit of a cliff-hanger too, but its something I have to do...

Anyone who read my one-shot, thank you for the reviews! I'm glad you all like it. It is only a one-shot, but it has made me begin to think of doing a series of one-shots based on Alice. Tell me what you think

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, but they are S. Meyer's. We love her for letting us borrow them while we await New Moon.

4. WITH YOU

It's true

The way I feel

Was promised by your face

The sound of your voice

Painted on my memories

Even if you're not with me

I'm with you

The darkness was closing around me to the point I couldn't breath. I was suffocating though I could feel wind on my skin and the soft touches of those who loved me. Bella? Bella? Are you awake Bella? I groaned.

"Oh my god she's awake," there was the soft voice of a pixie vibrating through my head. "Jasper, go get Carlisle."

The swift movement of cold leaving my left arm caused my entire body to shiver and I sputtered out a couch, air finally able to reach my lungs. I didn't know what was going on. Why was it so black still? I opened my eyes; a swift fluttering as light peered through. No, black was good. However the need to open my eyes and see what was happening overcame me.

I was in a bedroom with light blue walls and perfect white furniture. I'd never seen it before, but more mysterious to me than the bedroom was the face staring down at me. I was lying down. It was a girl, cute and petite, with spike black hair. I knew her. I- I blinked and then there were four faces, four different faces. Surprised I let out a scream of horror before trying to scramble out of bed.

"Alice, please," the blonde haired man instructed her and she frowned slightly before bending over me, putting pressure on my wrists and cementing me to the bed. My breathing intensified at her cold touch. Looking from her to the brawny boy to my right, I felt something. I knew them.

"Alice?" the word- no, name- scratched in the very back of my throat. She squealed and let go. "Oh no, stop, loud," I mustered to get out, clapping my hands on my ears and wiggling on the bed. Alice covered her mouth with her hands, but I could tell she was still smiling.

"Bella dear, do you know who the rest of us are?" the blonde man asked me. I uncovered my ears and sat up on my elbows looking from him, to the woman next to him, holding onto his arm with a worried expression, and then to the brawns that looked somewhat uncomfortable.

"You're Jasper," I pointed to him, "and... and," I searched my mind and found it almost hurt as much as my body, "and you're Carlisle and Esme."

"Oh she remembers!" Esme grinned and hugged Alice who was giddy. I laughed until it hurt so much I began coughing. Jasper handed me a water that I quickly drank as if I had not had any liquid down my throat for month. It was then as I was drinking I noticed more about the room. There was hospital equipment in it and I was hooked up to an IV drip.

"What's going on?" I asked, scared now that I realized that this had not been a normal awakening.

"Bella... I know this is going to be hard for you, but do you remember anything about the car crash?" Carlisle asked, biting his bottom lip.

Car crash? Car crah? Oh my God. "Edward!" I exclaimed and started wiggling trying to get out of the mess of sheets, "where's Edward? Is he all right?" Everything then came flooding back to me as if I was hit once again by the tree. The sirens, the hospital room, and even things before that: my mother, moving to Forks, Edward, vampires, James... everything spilled over my with such force I stopped fighting to get out of bed feeling faint.

"Edward didn't have a scratch on him love, don't worry," Esme told me with a motherly smile. I nodded, feeling the need of sleep once again.

"Why...why isn't he... here," my last word slipped as my eyes became heavy again. My last image of Jasper biting his lip.

With a deep yawn, my body shook awake finally after what felt like years of sleep. This time though, I remembered all of it. Nothing was returning to me, it was just an ordenairy awakening. Focusing my eyes around the room I noticed Rosalie sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, watching me.

"Rosalie?" I asked puzzled, I knew she didn't like me enough to sit and watch me sleep. No, that was Edward's job. Where was Edward? Rosalie rose from her seat and left without a word. Seconds late, Esme was back in the room smiling.

"You're up, I'm glad, maybe we'll be able to keep you awake a little longer this time," she smiled and started fiddling with the machines my body was hooked up to. I noticed there was no heart monitor. They didn't need it; they could hear my heart beats perfectly.

"Esme, can you tell me what's going on? Please?" I asked, sitting up in bed, but a dizzy sensation caused me to lie back down. Esme gave a sigh, looked at the door, and then nodded, coming to sit at the end of my bed.

"The car crash you were in was a rather bad one Bella. Carlisle thought it best to bring you back here, to our home, for recovery," Esme explained. I nodded as Jasper walked in. "Not yet," she told him.

"So... I'm alive?" I asked and after a moment of thought and consideration, Esme nodded. I didn't have to see her nod; I knew I was still alive and unturned. I could feel the warmth of my blood in my veins and shallow breaths flow through my lungs. I was still alive, barely it seemed, but I was alive.

I looked away from her, not wanting her to see me hurt. If I was hurt so badly in the crash, why didn't he just bite me? Didn't Edward want me to be with him? Or was he ready to let me die just so he doesn't have to? I choked back tears and turned to Esme and Jasper to find them speaking in their hushed and quick whispers. I needed answers. "Can one of you go get Edward for me?"

It was surprising that he wasn't here, awaiting me to awake. He had been there after James, but this time it was different. The crash had been my fault. Maybe he was still angry at me for lying at him. I didn't know, but I wanted to find out. I needed to talk to him.

However, they weren't going to let me. My eyes grew heavy again and a soft lullaby played in my mind. "No... no.. I need Edwa..." I tried to plead before drifting off into another induced sleep. I tried to fight it, but the dark overcame me just as it had the afternoon of the accident.

For a third time, I awoke to a pair of eyes watching me. Yet again they were not the golden brown and butterscotch eyes I longed for, but they were welcomed. My eyes fluttered open to see Alice sitting there, knitting something quietly and quickly, my eyes barely able to see the needles moving back and forth. However, she was biting her lip as if she was having a difficult time.

"Alice?" I whispered quietly and she looked up, her needles freezing in the air. Her pixie hair was in pigtails that stood on end, making my heart warm when all I desperately wanted to do was make it cool. Quietly the little sprite put down her needles and gracefully walked to my bed, sitting by my feet.

Much unlike my trip to the hospital early this year, my body was not sore. In fact, I had the urge to streach my limbs as if I had not moved in months. The change scared me, letting me know something was terribly wrong. If my own body could not tell me that, the memories of past wakeings and the look in Alice's eyes could tell me that the car crasp brought more bad than I could begin to think of.

"Alice? What's happened?" I whispered. I wanted to ask where Edward was, but afraid I would be put back to sleep once more.

"There was a car crash Bella. You should have been killed instantly," her voice was soft, reminding me of Esme's. I wondered if this had been rehearsed before I woke or if maybe Alice had seen it.

"But I wasn't," I told her definitely and she nodded.

"No, you weren't, not instantly," she gave a weak smile. Her words worked their way into my mind, soaking in slowly. She was trying to give me hints, give me clues, and all I could do was repeat her words in my mind over and over like a broken record. She gave a small sigh and explained for me, "You died Bella. For thirteen minutes you were officially dead, but, somehow, your heart restarted on its own. You've been in a coma ever since..."

We sat there in silence for minutes, hours, maybe even days. I tried to understand, tried to remember. All I could remember were the sirens, so much light and then... and then everything went dark. That must have been the coma. I tried thinking harder and realized through all of this, there were no angels. Not one.

"How long has it been since..." I started but trailed off. I couldn't say it. I died? For thirteen minutes? I died for thirteen minutes. My heart stopped beating and my lungs stopped breathing. My brain shut down. I was dead for thirteen minutes and there were no angels to save me.

"You've been asleep for the past five months," she told me quietly. Five months I was in a coma. Five months I missed out on school, life, and love. Five months I had been without an angel. "You've been staying here because everyone thinks you're dead Bella. Your mum, dad, kids at school, they all think you're dead."

The consequences of what she just said could not even sink in at the moment. Her words were blank causing my sore body to become numb. I knew what they meant and yet my mind could not process that I was at the Cullen's house, that my parents thought they would never see my face again.

I was dead to the world and yet I was still human. I couldn't even form the thoughts about why I wasn't turned, not at that moment. I couldn't even process why I was alive. I was full of nothing. No questions to ask, no answers to give. I knew eventually it would all be explained to me, but the paramount of the shock was killing my racing heart. The numb hurt.

"And what of Edward?" I asked breaking the days of silence. Alice looked away from me and I already knew the answer. My eyes started welling up with sadness and anger. I now knew why there were no angels to save me, to bring me out of the light and out of the darkness.

"He left. He left right after you were pronounced dead. We haven't heard from him since."