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"HOW COULD YOU TAKE THEM FROM ME? I NEEDED THEM!" I shouted at the sky.

I fell down on all fours and curled up into a tight ball. Next to my family.

When I reached my bike, it was both dark and raining. I didn't mind though. What I did mind, was the crazy feeling I had that someone was watching me.

I lifted up my bike and climbed back on. As I peddled, I mulled that slight uneasiness over in my head. I had felt uneasy before, but that was an I'm-a-creepy-stalker-and-I'm-watching-you kind of situation. This was more of a protective gaze.

Well, I thought as I listened to The Academy Is…, at least I know I'm relatively safe.

When I got to the house, I put the bike back in the garage and jogged inside.

"Dad?" I called out as I pulled of my shoes and walked into the living room.

"Hey Bells," He said as he turned down the volume of the game a little. "Did you do what you had to do? Ya know, get it out of your system a bit?"

I nodded and, for once, I was telling the truth.

"I ate before I left, so I'm gonna go to bed now," I backed away as I talked.

"Bells?" Charlie called out before I could dash upstairs.

"Yeah?" I poked my head around the corner.

"I'm glad you went back to see them," he gave me a small smile.

"Me too Charlie; me too."

Something bad is going to happen today.

That was the first thought that entered my mind as I woke up this morning. I briefly considered staying in bed, but threw that thought out the window. I had an important Spanish test today that I couldn't miss.

I sighed and rolled out of bed. Then, picking up my bag of necessities, my Dark Knight tee with the Joker on it, and black skinny jeans, I shuffled to the bathroom. After a quick shower, I went back to my room and pulled on my knee-high leather boots.

I grabbed my stuff, ran downstairs, and, after snagging a Coke and a granola bar, went outside. The driveway was very icy and sprinkled with snow. To people who haven't walked on icy snow before, just walking might seem like a death wish, but to me, it was like walking on grass.

I climbed in my truck and drove to school. When I got there, I deliberately parked as far from the Cullen's-who were standing around talking-car as possible. I had almost given away to much information yesterday and I didn't want Edward coming up to me and asking me about it.

As I walked to the back of my truck (I'm thinking Nancy would be a good name…), I accidentally dropped my binder. A picture flew out of the side as it did. I knelt down and picked up the picture. My eyes widened when I recognized it.

It was a picture of-

Screech!

I quickly stood up and looked toward the sound. I just barley had time to process what was going on around me. The first thing that caught my eye was Edward Cullen's horrified face. The next thing I saw was a big blue van skidding towards me.

I knew I had just enough time to move out of the way, but I chose not to.

"Thank you," I whispered and bowed my head.

Just then, a hand pulled me down by the waist. A cold hand.

I stared up in shock at Edward's intent face as his hand shot out and stopped the van, which was less than ten feet away, from hitting both of us.

Oh butter nuts, I thought. He probably didn't want me to see that.

Just as I thought that, Edward looked over at me. The surprise was evident in his eyes so I did the only thing I could do: I fainted.

Well, not really.

I just slowed my breathing down and calmed my facial expression.

Unfortunately, I couldn't block out the screaming all around me. I felt Edward's arm tighten around me as he proceeded to stand up and pick me up with him. He walked around the van and waited all of two seconds before the ambulance got here.

"BELLA!" I heard Charlie's voice call out louder than the others.

I felt my weight being shifted from one pair of arms to another pair before being lain on a gurney. A rough hand stroked my cheek before turning away to ask about my condition.

That would be Charlie. Only god knows what he would do without me; his last living family member.

Minutes later, I was at the hospital. From what I'd heard, Edward had managed to convince the EMTs that he was fine, but got to ride in the front seat of the vehicle.

He's probably waltzing right in like he owns the place. I mean, come on. His dad is a skilled doctor, not Brad Pitt.

When I was wheeled into a room, I waited until they wheeled Tyler Crowley (I could tell it was Tyler by his moans of pain. He does the same thing when he looks at Lauren, but not in pain.) to "wake up".

As soon as I opened my eyes and asked in a groggy voice, "What happened? Where am I?" a nurse came over and kindly explained that I had almost been hit by a car, and they were waiting for me to wake up so they could take some tests.

Then, without a word of consent from me, I was put in a wheelchair and wheeled of again (what am I?! a grocery cart?!) to get some x-rays done.

Finally (FINALLY!), they were done and I was back in the hospital room. As soon as I entered, Tyler started apologizing to me and saying that he never saw me standing there.

"How did you get out of the way?" Tyler asked.

"Edward Cullen pulled me out of the way," I said nonchalantly.

"Oh," Tyler said.

I took that moment of silence to curl up on my bed and close my eyes. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night and (surprise, surprise! Not.) I was tired.

I had just reached that brink of sleep land when a musical voice asked, "Is she sleeping?"

"Not anymore," I answered crankily before slowly cracking open my eyes.

"Well," I saw Edward shrug through blurry eyes. "I thought you had been here long enough, so I came to spring you."

Then, a doctor walked around the corner and I thought, Brad Pitt can go and die for all I care! Who would notice with Dr. Cullen here!

And it was true. Dr. Cullen had blonde hair, and the same pale skin and bags under his eyes as his kids. He was also stunningly handsome.

"Well," he said as he looked at my medical papers and x-rays. "Ms. Powell-"

"It's Swan," I corrected quickly. But not quickly enough. Edward heard.

"But it says here that-," Dr. Cullen began looking a little confused.

"I changed it when I moved here," I explained.

"Okay then, Ms. Swan," he started again. "I've looked at your x-rays and, since everything is good, you're free to go."

"Excellent." I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and jumped down. I wanted to go back to bed.

"You're a very lucky girl," Dr. Cullen told me as he crossed over to the end of the bed.

"Sure, sure," I said dubiously.

As I walked to the door, I passed Edward.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked under my breath.

Edward stiffened and leaned back slightly.

"Your father is waiting for you in the lobby," he said to me.

I sighed impatiently. "It'll just take a second."

Edward turned around and angrily stalked out of the room. And with good reason too.

I calmly followed him out and down the hallway and waited until he had stopped and turned around to speak.

"I know what happened," I whispered. "I won't say anything to anyone about it, but you need to know that you shouldn't have done what you did."

Edward had been about to protest against my first comment, but at my second, he looked startled.

"Why?" he asked, his voice almost angry.

"Because," I looked up at him. "I can't escape prophecy. I can't cheat death again."

I started walking away, but stopped a couple steps away and said, "Thank you for the gesture though. That was quite thoughtful."

Then, I left Edward behind; stupefied to speechlessness. Again.