I really need you lot to tell me what you think! PLEASE! I'm desperate.

----*----

The Cullen boy had me confused. He seemed nice enough, and handsome. The problem was his air. He just wasn't normal.

I noticed the rest of his rumored family right away. One of the boys was large and built like a bear. The other was skinner and blonde. The taller of the two girls was blonde and built like a model. The smaller looked graceful and was built like a dancer.

"Hey," the dancer-one said as I walked my way to lunch. "I'm Alice Cullen. You must be Bella Swan's little sister."

"Actually," I replied bitterly. "We're twins. In fact I was born first." Bella's friends had done the same thing.

"What, that's impossible, you're a sophomore." Her eyes went hazy slightly. "I guess I didn't see that. Sorry."

----*----

"Yo, Liza-M!" Bella's Asian guy friend called as I entered. "Come over here!"

I groaned. Why are they talking to me? I ignored them. I had no reason to have any friends here. I was just here to get my high school diploma and get the heck out of here. This promised to be the worse three years of my life.

The blonde one (Mike) ran up to me. "Liza, come on. We're planning a beach trip."

"I don't do beach trips," I grumbled, taking my tray back from the third guy, "but thanks." It was too late. Somebody pushed me into a chair.

"Lisa, perk up," the African American said. "Haven't you heard of social interaction?"

"It's Liza," I corrected. "Now, bug off."

"Yeah, bug off, Tyler," the Asian said. "Don't worry, baby, I've got your back."

I snorted. Yeah, right. I'm going to throw up. I threw away my lunch, and went to class early.

----*----

The next morning was brutal. It started when I walked down stairs in my black mini skirt and tights.

"Liza, go change," Charlie barked as soon as I walked into the kitchen. "There's a dress code, remember?"

I ignored him and got some cereal.

"Eliza-May," he said, firmer. "Look at me." He never ever acted like this with Bella. I guess that's what I get for being a delinquent

"Huh?" I turned to him, pretending I didn't hear him. "What do you want, Dad?"

"Stand up straight and put your hands at your sides." I did. "See, your skirt is too short for school, and my, standards."

I ran up stairs. "Isabella, I suggest you find something else to wear. It's icy and Dad vetoed my skirt."

"What? Why?" She looked perplexed.

"Those are my black jeans, Izzy. They look amazing on you, but you don't need to impress anyone. The guys like you enough."

----*----

We were almost late because of the ice, and as we checked the tires, a van came hurtling toward us. Bella was focused on something (or someone) else. "Holy sheep shears, Izzy!" I screamed, so afraid I couldn't move.

"Dang, Liza," Bella groaned, "don't call me that."Then she heard the squeal brakes. Her head turned towards the van.

It was heading right for us. We're going to die.

Someone knocked Bella to the ground. "Liza, move!" someone who sounded very far away, yelled.

Everything was moving in slow motion, and the van knocked right into me and I heard several crunching sounds. "Someone call 9-1-1!" Yet another person yelled. "It's on Eliza-May's leg!""Get Tyler out!"

The buzzing of teachers' voices joined the rumble of the students'. I tried to move. "Liza, don't move." Cullen had his arms wrapped Bella. "You're hurt pretty badly." I looked at him. He seemed to not be breathing, and was alerted at the sight of my blood.

I tried to pull my leg out from under the wheel. "But it hurts," I mumbled, barely able to hear myself. "Get it off." The voices were all too much. My head was hazy, my leg was going numb, and I yelled. I tried to breathe slowly, but I was panicking.

Little white lights blocked my vision. I screamed again. My breathing quickened. The white spots got larger, and then turned black. I'm going to die. What a way to go. It felt strangely comforting. I couldn't even feel the cold pavement. My body automatically curled around the wheel in a final spasm of pain.

I was fully, if not overly, aware of everything around me. People yelling. The sound of Bella's breathing. The slight taste of rusty, salt-filled blood in my mouth. The ache that was beginning to travel up my jaw. All the colors were brighter, more intense. I could feel the surge of cold air coming from Bella and Cullen's direction. It's not like anyone will miss me. I thought before I closed my eyes.

"Stay awake," Cullen's voice was more of internal whispering plea. "Please, Liza. Stay awake." It felt as if I was hearing something no one else could hear. His thoughts. I opened my eyes in surprise. Yep, I'm defiantly dying. I'm hearing things.

"Oh my god, Liza!" Bella tried to sit up. She looked paler than usual. "You're leg is bleeding. NO!" Leave it to my sister to worry about me before she worried about her.

"Stay down, Bella." Edward ordered. "You hit your head too."

"I'm okay," she lied, holding her head. "Is there anyway to stop the bleeding?" She asked Edward, concerned. "She's losing a lot of it."

The pained, non-breathing look on Edward's face didn't waver. He plugged his nose and muttered a curse word. "No, Liza, you're stronger than that." It was another strange, inner thought voice, this time from Bella.

I was unable to question my sanity because the paramedics had moved the van. They got me in the ambulance and moving toward the hospital before the cops even showed up.

----*----

I didn't realize who the ER doctor was until they got Bella and her friend Tyler safely in the hospital.

"I heard the chief's daughter's where in."

I groaned. Joy, let the assumptions begin. "Hey, Dr. Cullen," I said, trying to sound casual, despite the fact that I was still very dizzy.

"Well," Dr. Cullen said, "the X-Ray says it isn't broken." His cold hands gently squeezed my now stitched and bandaged leg.

"OW!" I screamed, losing my surface cool. Oh shit! It hurts, it hurts! My breathing became labored again.

Dr. Cullen adjusted my IV. "Breath slowly, Liza. We don't want to lose you again."

"Again?" I asked. "I died?" SHIT! Why didn't they leave me be?

"Almost," Dr. Cullen admitted. "It was a close call. I almost had them send you straight to Seattle."

"I'm so sorry," Tyler said from the next bed. "Lisa, really, I am."

"It's Liza," Charlie growled. That's strange, when did he get here? "And you can kiss your license good bye."

"It seems," Dr. Cullen continued, clearly astonished, "that you have merely cut your leg and dislocated your patella."

"Merely is an understatement," another whispery voice said. "It's her whole god-damn leg." I shook it off. Still nuts.

"My knee cap?" I questioned, my cool having returned. "That's a surprising simple injury for the pain."

"It's the cut that's causing the pain. It already appears to be infected." He wrote something down. "Your cuts get infected easily."

I nodded. That assuming thing is beginning to get on my nerves. "That and pneumonia have put me in the hospital more times than I can count."

"You weren't held back because of grades, were you?" Charlie asked, gently. "Why didn't Renée tell me you were so sick?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Daddy." It was my choice to keep him the dark, so he wouldn't treat me differently. "But that's irrelevant information. What matters is what we do about my leg."

"We're doing to put you in a brace for now," the doctor said. "But you might have head trauma, so we'll keep you in over night."

"I'm sorry," Tyler muttered again.

Charlie pulled the curtain closed. "If that boy ever touches, speaks, or even looks at you…"

"Dad," I said. "I'm alive, that's all that matters. In fact, it's because of your son, Dr. Cullen."

He looked momentarily surprised. He blinked. "How so?" He sounded uninterested, but something told me he was.

"I think," I whispered. "I'm not sure how, but he told me to stay awake so I wouldn't pass out."

"You're very lucky then," he said, very distracted.

He left me to gather my thoughts.