Breakable

A Fan Fiction written by Naoki-onee and FishFriend

Disclaimer: We do not own Twilight, New Moon or Grey's Anatomy.

Note: This song is Wreck of the Day by Anna Natlick. We hope you like the story so far.

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Chapter 4: Silhouettes

If anyone happened to drive down Tucker Street at approximately ten o'clock pm on the day the Cullen's returned, they would have passed a lonely silhouette walking slowly down the sidewalk. What the silhouette was doing walking so slowly and uncaringly in the rain on a late Thursday night, it was unapparent. But it was certain that this person was moving dejectedly and despondently. The other question remained would be why the silhouette was so zombie-like. It moved with jerky movements, and the steps it took were uneven and lurchy.

Driving away from the wreck of the day
and the light's always red in the rear-view

This silhouette was called by the name of Izzy, and this girl was dealing with shock. As the dim street lights sent barely helpful rays of superficial light tumbling to the ground in puddles that splattered the sidewalk, you could sometimes glimpse the face of the girl. Her long dark hair was plastered to her face, her neck, and the back of her soaked hospital scrubs. Her hollow face was drained of color, and her eyes were deadly staring straight ahead. Izzy's hands swung meekly with each step she forced herself to take towards home. It had been this way for hours consecutively.


Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I'd cheat destiny just to be near you

As Izzy took another collection of erratic steps, a car pulled up closely to the side of the road, and slowed down, rolling along side Izzy. The Jeep's window rolled down and the rain was allowed entrance to the car unwillingly through this entrance. "Izzy?! Izzy, oh, thank god you're alrig- Izzy?" the voice of a young girl said through the window, sounding relieved until the last two words. "Izzy, did they hurt you?" the voice asked in forced calm. Izzy suddenly recognized the voice as her friend and roommate, Angela.


If this is giving up, then I'm giving up
If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up

The silhouette didn't so much as shake her head in response. She just kept walking slowly and brokenly down the narrow strip of black asphalt. "Izzy, please get in the car! You're going to catch pneumonia! Please, Izzy… You're still miles from home. Patrick is so worried, he sent out a search party after his shift ended." Angela pleaded in a reasonable but desperate tone.


On love, on love

"Izzy…" the voice trailed off, as the jeep continually rolled along at a steady two miles and hour pace. Suddenly, another silhouette stepped out of the forest, making its way swiftly to Izzy's side, gripping her elbow tightly, almost lifting her from the ground. "Get in the car, Bella." The girl cringed at the name and shook her elbow to try and dislodge the bronze haired male holding her from running.


Driving away from the wreck of the day
and I'm thinking 'bout calling on Jesus

The male started to pull her towards the car by her elbow, and opened the door in one movement, sliding in and bringing the girl with him. He reached across her, closing the door and releasing her elbow just as the girl pushed her arms at him, and struggled to break free. She growled, eyes flashing to the door and a hand darted out to try and open it, to no avail. The door was locked.


'Cuz love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love
I'm just falling to pieces

If you had looked in through the glass of the right passenger side window you would have though that it was her two friends forcing her to go to rehab. But if you had been sitting with them you would have thought Izzy was the only sane one despite her crumpled and dirtied look. Angela was whispering in the angriest and loudest voice possible at the bronze haired male, "This is your entire fault you sadistic, egotistical, VAMPIRE!!!" she shouted the last word like it was the worst insult of them all.


And if this is giving up then I'm giving up
If this is giving up then I'm giving up, giving up

"Me? ME? You're the one who was supposed to keep her together!" He wasn't screaming as much but his voice was still higher and angrier than it usually was. She turned around and glared at him with pure intent to murder in her eyes, she was no longer whisper-screaming and her next words came out as a poisonous hiss, "I wouldn't have to if you hadn't left."


On love, on love

"I left for her own good Angela you know that. I never would have left if it wasn't otherwise." The voice was hushed as though he thought it was obvious, and he regretted it. "Now, I'm not so sure, Vamp-….Edward." the girl mumbled back, her temper calming.


Maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love
all my resistance will never be distance enough

The girl in the back seat was staring out the window, barely blinking her eyes empty. If you were to go inside her mind you would notice the determined blankness of it. She was trying with all of her might not to think or feel everything. And that was especially hard with topaz moons scanning you. The girl was barely registering the fact that she was cold, hungry, wet and tired.


Driving away from the wreck of the day
and it's finally quiet in my head

The girl in the front seat, tossed a bag next to the sopping wet girl. The dripping girl slowly reached into the bag and pulled the one object that she knew instantly would assure her a few pain free moments that would be filled with satisfaction.


Driving alone, finally on my way home to the comfort of my bed
And if this is giving up, then I'm giving up

And with shaking hands she reached in and pulled out her engagement ring that lay on the top of the bag. She examined it for a moment, and then slipped it on her ring finger, and closed her eyes, reveling in the fact that there was nothing to feel, do, or say at that one moment.


If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up

On love, on love