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I was in awe as the effortless sounds filled the room, the stunning man beside me absorbed in his creation and concentration. I closed my eyes and reveled in the beautiful sounds, letting the simplicity roll around me in the air.

Suddenly, it felt like my heart stopped. My breath caught. Oh my god.

I stared at him in surprise, my eye's now wide open and staring deep into his. His velvet voice wrapped around me as he sung, making my insides feel warm and fuzzy. I took in every detail I could as I watched my Edward. The disheveled bronze mass of hair framing his face, was perfect as if it had been sculpted for hours, for which I knew he hadn't touched since he had woken up this morning. I loved the way his smile was slightly higher on one side, as if crooked, adding a boyish element into it. His eyes went on for days, exposing his soul in one long look, and drew me into their warmth, making me notice the slightly flecked dark green edge to his irises. I followed the line of his smooth neck down to the v-neck of his black t-shirt, suggesting a perfectly sculpted chest and a few short hairs adding a masculinity that didn't appear on many guys our age. My eyes ran down his chest, following the indents his abs made in the shirt, and onto the guitar. He looked so relaxed doing what he loved, the wooden object in his hands making him content. I watched his long fingers pluck and strum, the strength that it took to play may have been little, but the movement required the muscles that ran all the way up his arms, displaying his strong upper arms, which bulged out slightly at the bending. He played a lot of basketball in his spare time, with Emmett, and the result had been a toned physique, which I can vouch wholly for, and the skills to be in the school team.

His words were meaningful and obviously meant a lot to him, this becoming clear when he closed his eyes in emotion. I sat, frozen, watching the god in front of me. Edward had become so important to me, so quickly, and I liked him so much. He was fiercely loyal like Rose, protective like Em, calming like Jasper and fun like Alice. I felt complete when he walked into the room, and didn't want to leave his side when I had my lessons or even for the bathroom. I felt so lost whenever we were separate for more than a few hours, and wondered what to do with myself the whole time. He was like my other half. He's the salt to my pepper. The fish to my chips. I loved everything about him. I love the way he caught me before I fell. I loved the way he cleaned me up after Jessica's hatred. I loved the way he walked me to every class, and the way he made me laugh. I loved the way he always moved the hair out of my face, stroking my cheek. I loved… I loved… I loved him. I loved Edward. I'm in love with Edward Cullen. I loved him.

Oh my god. I loved him.

I loved him.

I love him.

I love him.

I love you, Edward.

A huge, massive, explosive grin spread across my face, my insides feeling warm. It made me want to squeal like Alice.

"Bella?"

I crashed back down to earth with a bump. The smile fell from my face as I realized who I loved. Edward was perfect, amazing, beautiful, and I loved him, but how could I not? He was Edward Cullen. The problem wasn't me loving him though. It was unrequited. I could love him with my whole heart, but would he love me? Why would he. I'm me. Bella Boring Swan. Clumsy, weak and embarrassing.

"Bells? You okay?" His voice pulled me from my realization. He had finished his song. His perfect, amazing, beautiful singing.

"It was amazing, Edward, like seriously… wow." I forced a smile, meeting his green orbs.

"Thank you," he said, modestly, "Are you alright? You looked happy like 2 minutes ago, and now you look kind of bummed? What's going on in that head of yours?" He smirked, shaking his head slightly, as if bemused.

I love you I wanted to say. I think the realization made me want to say it repeatedly… like fitting the last piece in a puzzle, I had found the answer. I loved him.

"I… I'm fine," I reassured, "I'm just a little overwhelmed." Little did he know it wasn't just his singing that caused it. "Why don't you play in front of others? I mean, you're so good! You need to share this… Esme and Carlisle would love to hear you play."

He gently strummed random chords as he replied. "I suppose. To be honest, I'd never really thought about it until now. It was just a thing I enjoyed to do, but now I think I might want to pursue it more… you know, like study music at university… or send off some of my pieces to people…"

"Do it! You should!" I pushed, placing my hand on his arm, using it as an excuse to touch him and to feel the spark between us. I was rewarded with a crooked grin.

"You'll help me?"

"Of course."

x ~ x ~ x

For the rest of the week after my realization, I noticed more and more about him. I fell in love a little bit more each time he surprised me, or cared for me. I found myself watching his every move, craving his touch on me and I hoped that he wouldn't realize and let me down gently, with a 'it's not you it's me' speech. It was Edward though so he'd probably find the most least hurtful way to tell me to leave him alone.

Jessica's actions continued, but slightly less often. It was now Thursday, and I'd only been confronted twice this week.

Today I was staying after school to pick up some books for an English essay, and I needed the library. I went quickly and found them, making my way out of the large doorway and down the corridor. Everyone had left already; teachers and students, and even the library lady had left straight away after I had finished. The high school was eerily silent, and seemed odd without the hustle and bustle of every day school life. It was like a scene in a movie, like a ghost town, where they all turn into zombies and are waiting outside for me.

I chuckled at my over-active imagination, and was slightly surprised by the echo around me. I turned the corner to head down to the front doors, but stopped in my tracks as I spotted Tanya and Lauren stood in a huddle chatting beside the front doors. They hadn't spotted me so I started to back round the corner, thinking that if they were here, then that meant so was…

"Hello, Isabella." Jessica Stanley.

My eyes fell closed and my shoulders slumped as I realized that I was in trouble and nobody was around to help me. They had planned this well, or should I say she had planned this well. I turned around slowly, meeting her eyes with mine, reluctantly. Please please just leave me alone.

"No, I'm sorry but I can't do that." Crap, I'd said it out loud.

My eyes started to water slightly, my hands clenching; today I wasn't going to just take it anymore. This wouldn't carry on, and I'd make sure it stopped tonight.

"You know what, Jess? I don't really care what you think about Edward or Mike or any one of your toys. You have to bully people to get your way, and I really can't just put up with this anymore. One day, you'll realize what you've done and the trouble you've caused to me, to Jenny Hanel, or any other one of us you've hurt. You know what? I think you're weak, lonely and sad. You pick on others to make yourself feel better, and I've fucking had enough." I spoke through clenched teeth, seething at the ex-best friend/ bitch in front of me. My breath was short in anger and I felt hot and ready to burst. My elastic was stretched so thin, as if I could snap from one little thing.

"Ooo," she mocked, looking at the girls who were stood behind me. That was the little thing I needed. It made me snap alright.

I flung myself towards her, my hands landing hard on her shoulders, launching us flying onto the corridor floor below. She was sprawled underneath me, fuming, with me straddling her hips. I grabbed to fists full of her hair and pulled as she rolled over, swapping our position. We were a pile of legs and arms, pushing, punching and pulling at each other and I knew we'd both be bruised tomorrow. It had happened so quickly that it took a while for Tanya and Lauren to get involved but they soon tore us apart with Lauren grabbing my waist and Tanya pulling Jessica away slightly. We both stood breathing deeply, with me still constrained by Lauren's iron-ass grips.

Suddenly she let her grip go, and placed her hands on my back. Before I could respond, she shoved me hard into the corridor wall front forwards making me bash my face, hard. The crunch echoed in my ears and an unbearable pain shot through my body down to my toes. I groaned loudly at the feeling of my nose, and felt a slow trail of blood make its way down onto my lips. I spat it out onto the floor, and turned around to face the next infliction.

Jessica smirked at me, watching the red run down my face and Lauren grinned at Jessica, obviously proud of pleasing her leader. Tanya's expression surprised me. She looked slightly worried, slightly scared and almost embarrassed.

I was just registering this when Jessica stalked towards me, and sent a strong punch into my stomach, crippling me. I sunk onto the floor in front of them, clutching my waist, feeling the ache build in my abdominal muscles. I rubbed my hands in circles, determined to get up and face this with somewhat dignity. I didn't get the chance.

A foot shoved into the same place as the punch, indenting me more. I was lying with my back against the wall, so as the foot reached me, my head was slung backwards into the wall, hitting it hard making my ears ring. Shit. I coughed and spluttered, clenching my eyes closed.

"I-I… I don't want to this. I have to g-go…" Tanya stuttered out, unsurprisingly. I felt relief slide through me; one less to suffer from. My eyes slid open, watching the shaking girl explain to the bully. Jessica had one eyebrow raised. "This is… wrong."

With Jess and Lauren watching Tanya, who was looking at the floor, I took this opportunity to slide into the classroom door beside me as quickly as I could. I dragged myself around the door frame and into the Biology room, shutting the door and rushing to lock it as I knew they would have noticed by now. As soon as I had slumped down after flicking the lock, I heard movements and the door moved with a bang.

"Dammit Tanya! Just fuck off! Everything was going to plan." I heard Jess say through the door.

I blocked out the sounds outside the door, and quickly fished my phone out of my pocket. Thank god I kept it on me today.

My breath was short with pain and anger. I fumbled through the contacts as quickly as I could until I reached the number I wanted, even seeing the name made me feel a bit better. My breath started to slow slightly as I pressed the dial button.

Please please please pick up…

…

…

…

"Bella?"

"Edward…"I whispered in relief.

"Bella? What's wrong?" He asked, worriedly. "Bella? Talk please!"

"I'm here. Please Edward… help me. It's Jessica. She's here." I spoke quietly, not wanting them to hear outside. My body was drained. I couldn't quite focus on just listening to him on the end of the phone. My head was pounding and my ribs and nose were painful.

"Where are you? Bella, you need to tell me where you are." He rushed out.

"I'm at school. In Miss Kaiel's classroom. Please come. I've locked myself in."

"Stay there, okay? I'm on my way. I'll be 3 minutes, I promise. Please just stay there. Promise me…"

"I promise," I croaked.

"I'll see you soon, okay?" and with that, the phone went dead.

I slumped back against the door, leaning my head back, and closed my eyes. My breath was almost normal now.

x ~ x ~ x

I looked at my watch. It had been 15 minutes… where was Edward?

"Stanley? Denali? What are you doing here?" Emmett! Oh my god. I had never felt so much relief in my body as I did then. I suddenly realized that Emmett and Jasper had been at after school, Basketball teaching for the under 10's that came up to our gym for Thursday evenings. Edward was halfway through to applying as well.

I slipped the lock undone and cracked the door open, attempting to stand. The blows to my stomach making me lean heavily onto the door frame and stand slightly bent with my arms wrapped around myself. I heard several gasps.

"Shit. Bella. What the fuck did you do, Stanley?"

I took in the hallway's crowd. Emmett and Jasper were stood to my left with Tyler and Eric, whilst Jessica and Lauren were standing from their seated place against the wall. The guys' eyes were wide with shock as they took in my pale face, bloody nose and slumped, aching stance.

I whimpered in relief, and launched myself into Emmett's opening arms. He stroked my hair.

"Get the fuck out of here. You fucking come near us or any of my friends, and you won't know what the fuck has hit you." Emmett spoke, forcefully, above my head.

"Seriously, cut the hard crap and run. I won't stop him if he changes his mind. In fact, I'll even fucking help him." Jasper backed up.

I peered out of Emmett's grip, watching the other guys nod. I heard footsteps and realized the girls had gone.

"Are you okay, Bella?" Tyler asked. I moved away from Emmett, leaning all my weight on his arm around my waist.

"I'm fine, thanks. Thank you guys, seriously."

Eric walked past, with a quick rub to my back, and Tyler soon followed with a nod.

Emmett, Jasper and I slowly walked outside and through the front doors, finally. I'd never been so glad to leave school as I was now. I wanted to feel better, but I had a niggling feeling in my stomach. Edward hadn't come… I knew he never broke his promises and I couldn't think of why he had… He had promised me.

"Emmett…" I began, trying to re-find my voice, about to tell him about Edward.

"Yeah, short-" He was cut off by his phone ringing. "Mom?..." I watched his face pale, and drop as he stopped dead in the middle of the parking lot, intently listening to the phone. He looked almost small without his large smile, filling the room. "Fuck… Shit…" He whispered under his breath. His fist clasped at his side, the other gripping his phone to death. "I'm on my way. I-is he… is he…?" I heard him swallow. My stomach dropped to the floor beneath me, my breaths became short rasps, as if the air was too thick to get into my mouth. I knew who it was, I knew with all my heart; the niggling feeling was increasing. "We're coming now." He finished, hanging up.

He reached down and scooped me up into his arms, running to the car, throwing me into the passenger seat. Jasper jumped into the back. Emmett slung into gear and revved out onto the street.

"We're going to the hospital." His voice was empty, as if unbelieving. I slipped my hand into his that was resting on the gear stick. I felt like I wasn't really there in the car, like I was looking in on the scene around me from above. I couldn't explain how I knew, but I did. My brain knew. My heart refused to think it, not hurting but numb. He was fine. He had to be.

x ~ x ~ x

It was a blur of movement as we made our way into the waiting room as I couldn't quite focus. The others were all there, seated or standing, looking anxious. One person was missing though. One important person.

"Bella! What happened?" Esme asked, running up to me and cradling my face.

"Jessica Bitch Stanley." Emmett replied.

"It's fine. I'm fine." I brushed off, "Is he… how is…"

"He's in surgery," Carlisle replied, sitting with his head in his hands. "Shouldn't be much longer now…"

"How did this… what happened?"

"A car went into the side if his." Rose spoke, gently.

It was my fault. I'd called him. He wouldn't have been rushing… he wouldn't have been driving… if I hadn't have called. He would still be at home, strumming his guitar or helping Esme cook or teasing Alice… or waiting for me…

I slid into the seat beside me, my legs no longer capable to hold my weight… the weight of this all on my shoulders, my heart feeling like lead. I didn't feel pain… I just felt nothing, like I had been given anesthetic but could still move around as normal. I registered silly things like the walls being lime green, the chair being too soft… or the way Esme's hair was less than perfect for the first time since I had known her. I noticed how Alice hadn't spoken, how she looked distant… The way Emmett grasped Rosalie's hand, like a little boy needing comfort.

We sat for a while, not speaking, just letting our thoughts run around in our heads. After a while, I'm not sure how long, the doors opened beside me, and a middle-aged male doctor wandered through. He was tall with white hair and a kind but professional face. Someone easily trustable.

"Are you all Edward Cullen's family?"

"Yes, Alan." Carlisle assured, obviously knowing the member of staff. Huh. I'd forgotten he worked here usually.

"Of course, and for those of you who don't know, I'm Doctor Fermot, or Alan." He gave a small smile. "Well, if you would like to follow me to somewhere a little more private?" He said, and started to walk slowly down a corridor. We came to a side room with a desk and a few sofas. It was friendly and welcoming, but I found it annoying at this precise moment. We all perched on a seat or back of one apart from Carlisle who sat in the separate chair beside the desk. I gripped Emmett's hand as he sat next to me, with Rose sat on the arm beside him.

"Okay, Edward's surgery went as planned and he is now in the Intensive Care Unit, ICU, until further notice. Edward received a dislocated shoulder, 3 broken ribs, an injured spleen and severe head damage during the accident. The surgery to repair the spleen organ has been successful, stopping any further hemorrhaging, and his ribs have been set into place and are taped up to avoid movement whilst healing. His shoulder has been re-set, and requires nothing more than some rest." He paused, letting what he'd said sink in. I think we all knew the worst had yet to come.

"The worst of the injuries has been to his head. Due to the impact of the accident, it caused Edward's brain to slam into the wall of the skull, creating a cerebal contusion, which is the bruising of the brain tissue. Now, typically a bruise swells, bringing blood to the harmed area which remains tender as it heals. The spot swells and you heal, on the skin, but in your head there is nowhere for the swelling to go, so the pressure builds inside. The severity of this brain trauma determines the likelihood of a coma." Esme gasped. I closed my eyes, unconsciously pushing the tears to run down my cheeks. "Think of it as a defense mechanism for the brain. So the brain goes into self defense mode where the brain is functioning, but at its lowest stage of alertness."

"He's in a coma?" Alice spoke for the first time.

"Yes." The Doctor sighed deeply. "Comas generally last a few days to a few weeks. They rarely last more than 5 weeks. We'll have to just wait until he decides to wake up," he concluded with a small, hopeful smile.

"Can we see him?" I choked out. I want to see him breathing… to feel his skin under mine.

"Yes, but only with three of you at one time. I'm sorry, but that's the rule for everyone in the ICU. There's nothing I can do." He said, apologetically.

"Thank you, Doctor." Emmett looked tired and worn.

"You're most welcome. I just hope things turn out okay."

We made our way down two corridors and through another waiting room, until we arrived at a door. My heart started to beat again as if being near him made me more alive. I gripped Emmett's hand harder, needing the support.

"I can't go in… Not yet. I-I'm sorry…" Alice had tears streaming down her face as she clung to Jasper. He gathered her in his arms, and moved her slightly down the corridor, speaking quietly to her.

"Esme, Emmett and Bella, go on." Carlisle encouraged, nodding towards the door.

I looked at Emmett, who forced a small smile. I took a deep breath and watched my feet walk into the room, not wanting to look up straight away. Everything felt like slow motion. I heard Esme gasp, but it carried on for minutes it seemed. I looked up at Emmett's face to see tears running down it. It was bad. I needed to see…

I raised my eyes slowly, running my eyes up the chest of drawers, the bed frame and finally resting on my love. The wind rushed out of my body, my legs weak. My face was wet and someone whimpered in the room. Me.

I crumpled to the floor, my legs bent underneath me.

A/N : What do you think? I'm really nervous about this last bit... I hope it sounds okay.

For the next chapter I want to include another point of view… any preferences? I was thinking Emmett… or Rosalie? Let me know!

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