The bright, glaring light… the leering face obscured by shadows… the ripping screech… blinding pain… and darkness, a long stretch of darkness. Into the darkness flashed images. An abandoned truck, both license plates removed. Uncle Carlisle checking my pulse. Emmett holding a trophy. My mother sobbing into the phone. Rosalie leaving a restaurant followed by a pleading man. Aunt Esme arranging flowers by my bed. My father adjusting his glasses as he read to my still form. Edward pounding away at his grand piano. And a boy, with a pale angel face surrounded by a halo of blond hair, pulling up his sleeve. Resting a blade against his arm with a steadying breath and pulling it methodically across his pale skin…

"No!"

My eyes flashed open. Immediately a hoard of nurses began to buzz around the room, pressing buttons and asking me questions. I stared up at them, too dazed to listen. I couldn't stop thinking about the blond boy with the sad blue eyes. I couldn't focus on anything but the blade streaking across the translucent skin. His suffering struck a chord within me, couldn't sit and watch him hurt. I didn't even know his name.

"Alice?" I looked toward the familiar voice.

"Uncle Carlisle?" The nurses quietly chattered in the background. I didn't bother focusing on them. It was taking most of my strength just to focus on Carlisle.

He smiled. "Yes it's me Alice. We've been very worried about you."

I tried to sit up. Guessing at my actions Carlisle propped me up against a pillow. "How long have I been here?" I looked around at the flowers and stuffed toys keeping a silent vigil around my bed.

"Just under three months." He consulted my charts. "Actually three months to the day."

I shook my head in wonder. Carlisle smiled sympathetically. "I know it must be a lot to handle Alice," He sat down on the edge of my bed. "but we're all going to be here for you every step of the way."

"I know." I looked down at myself. "Is there any permanent damage?"

"Surprisingly no. Aside from the fact we thought you'd never wake up again you were very lucky. There were a few minor cuts and bruises but they've already healed."

I considered my good fortune. "I was in a car accident… right?"

He nodded. "Yes you were. A hit-and-run. You were the only car found at the scene aside from some broken glass from another vehicle. No one has come forward yet but-"

"You found a car without license plates. No wait, you would call something that big a truck right?"

Carlisle stared at me incredulously. "Alice… how do you know that?"

I froze. How did I know that? The images flashed across my eyes again. "I don't know how I know."

Carlisle blinked back his shock and smiled. "You probably just heard the nurses talking." He consulted the charts again. "You can sleep for awhile Alice. I'm sure you're worn out. I'll call your family."

My eyelids began to droop and I struggled against them feebly. Strange that I would be so tired after being in the dark for so long. Carlisle watched my struggle with amusement.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm afraid if I close my eyes I won't wake up again."

He smiled comfortingly. "Go to sleep Alice. I'll make sure you wake up again." He chuckled. "Who knows? By the time you wake up you may want another three months rest." He gathered my charts together and drifted out of the room.

My eyes shut before the door closed.

A/N: Okay before I forget chapter title is from one of my favourite bands, Radiohead. You should totally check them out, they're fantastic. Once again, I hope you enjoyed. Chapter length should eventually increase as I get more into the plot so if you like long chapters bear with me for a bit.