A/N: Well, I didn't get a many review a I've gotten for the last chapters, but I still got some, so I'm good. Reviews are like strawberries for me.

And I REALLY like strawberries. Especially chocolate covered ones. Those are the best.

Sorry if the beginning is too dramatic. It seems like it is to me, but I didn't really know what else to say.

Songs:

Where We Were- Thriving Ivory

Sorry Ass Apology- Rydaznrtist

Hayley POV

I didn't know what was going to happen that day. If I had, maybe I wouldn't have gotten in the car. Maybe I wouldn't have answered the phone. There were so many things that could have been done to prevent it. So many events that led up to that one thing. If I had changed any one of those events, it never would have happened.

But I can't see the future. So it happened. There's nothing anyone can do to change it.

I suck at apologies.

I don't know if it's because of pride or dignity or something, or if it's just the fact that I'm not the most emotional person in the world, but I suck at them.

Which is why I was dreading going to see Seth today. But I'd promised Kim, and I don't usually like to break my word.

Embry was watching me like a hawk in the morning, almost like he knew what I was about to do, even though I knew he didn't. I'm not really sure where he went after noon, just that when I got out of the shower, he wasn't there anymore.

No one ever tells me anything, do they?

But this was a regular occurrence, so I wasn't too worried about it. Actually, in fact, disappearing was a regular occurrence for all of those guys. And it's not like it was all of the guys in La Push, because Aidan was fine and so were his friends, but Embry and Jake and Seth and all of their friends...They always disappeared, and I had no idea what they were doing. And it was normally only two or three of them at a time. I know that Kim and Emily know exactly what they're doing; it's obvious, and they're not very good liars.

But it's not like anyone's ever going to tell me anything. I just sit in the corner curled in a ball while they all laugh.

Figuratively, anyways. I don't like corners. Or curling up in a ball. It's too uncomfortable.

But if no one was going to tell me anything, then why should I apologize for something when I don't even know why I'm apologizing? They have their secrets, and I get that. But if they're not even going to bother telling me anything about this huge secret, then I don't have to apologize.

My phone ringing broke me out of my thoughts.

"Hello?"

Sadly, I didn't even bother to check the caller ID. "Hales! I hope you're on your way to Seth's house right now!"

I groaned when I realized it was Kim. If I had known, I probably wouldn't have answered. "No, I'm not, and I have a feeling you knew that, because that's why you called."

I heard her giggle. And that just made me want to break something. "Yeah. So why aren't you apologizing?"

I made an angry noise. "Because I don't know why I'm apologizing! And because I just...don't want to."

"Hayley, I told you last night, Seth is a really good person. And he likes you. And I don't care what you say, you like him too. He-"

"No, I do not like him! He's weird and creepy and he stares too much. Not to mention the fact that he always has a fever, just like the rest of them, and that he's too buff to be natural for someone our age. And he's way too mysterious. I don't care if you think mysterious guys are hot, to me they're just annoying. You've all got these secrets, and I know that everyone has secrets, but the ones all of you have are too big for me to not worry about. And I'll bet he's a flake, just like the rest of that pack."

I have no idea where the word pack came from, but it seemed to fit. They all looked a lot alike, they all had those weird characteristics, and they all talked in hushed voices whenever they looked tense.

Kim sighed. "Look, maybe you don't understand now, but I know you will. Just give it some time. You'll find out. But in the meantime, stop torturing Seth and go apologize."

"Kim, what the hell are you talking about? What did I do, and why would that torture Seth?"

She made a frustrated noise, and when she spoke again, she sounded angrier than I had ever heard her sound. "You really don't get it, do you? Don't you remember what you did last night at the club, Hayley? A certain little thing involving Quil?"

I started to laugh, just because I knew it would aggravate her further. "So? I decided to have a little bit of fun. Last I checked, I was still allowed to do that, Seth or no Seth. And it's not like Seth and I are anything. We've barely talked. Even if he did have a problem with me and Quil, that doesn't mean I should apologize. I shouldn't have to tell Seth that I'm sorry I was making out with his friend."

I could hear her muttering to herself through the phone. Something about 'getting Seth to tell her' and about paws. (WTF? What do paws have to do with this? What, is she going to buy me a dog or something? I mean, that would be pretty cool, but dogs have nothing to do with apologies.)

"Hayley, meet me at First Beach at two, okay? And if you're not there, I'll get Jared to come find you and drag you there."

I rolled my eyes. "And exactly why am I meeting you at a beach when it's forty degrees out?"

She sighed angrily. "Just be there. You'll find out why. And you're smirking right now, aren't you?"

I smiled. "Yup. You know how much fun I have annoying people."

I could sense her rolling her eyes before she said, "See you at two" and hung up.

I don't know which I wanted to do less: Apologize to Seth or go meet Kim. Honestly, I think I'd rather see Seth. Kim may look shy and wispy, but if she gets angry enough, she's the exact opposite. I'd learned that from watching her and Jared.

Of course, I didn't plan on bowing to her every demand like Jared did/does. That boy is whipped.

But hey, at least now I didn't have to stumble my way through some crap apology.

It was officially two fifteen, and I was officially late. And Kim was going to officially kill me, then bring me back just so she could apologize for killing me, then kill me again.

Really, it was Embry's fault. He'd come home right when I was about to leave, and then decided he was going to interrogate me about what had happened at the club last night (how had he even known I was there?) and where exactly I was going.

What surprised me the most, though, was the fact that he didn't seem to care what I had done with Quil. Like he was fine with the fact that I had a one-time fooling around session with the flirt of the pack. And when he'd found out that I was only going to visit Kim, he threw me the keys and told me I could come back whenever I wanted to.

Like I hadn't planned on doing that anyways.

But now, as I drove in my car to First Beach, I thought about how he just seemed happy that I hadn't been doing anything with Seth. When I'd told him that I was with Quil most of the night, he smiled a little and reiterated the fact that Seth just liked to have a new conquest every week.

Yeah. Because Quil wasn't like that at all...

But the worst part was that when Embry had said that, I'd wanted to defend Seth. I really did. It was like something inside of me was about to snap.

I guess it's a good thing that I've prevented myself from snapping for so long.

As I was thinking about all of this, I wasn't really paying attention to the road. Obviously it was gray outside, like it always is here, but it wasn't raining. It was foggy, though, and I didn't know the roads all that well. I was probably driving too fast, because I was already late.

And that was when, out of nowhere, I saw the two lights shine through the fog, positioned exactly where they would be on a car.

My mind processed this in a matter of seconds and my body reacted before I had a chance to even think about it. My arms jerked to the side, still holding the steering wheel. The car swerved quickly, and I tried to press lightly on the break, knowing if I pressed too hard it would only make it worse. I tried to spin the steering wheel the other way.

But no matter what I did, the car kept moving steadily towards what I was pretty sure was the forest. The screeching of the tires on the road made me want to scream.

The impact itself nearly knocked me out. I was still wearing the seatbelt, and it cut into me when I slammed forward. My head hit something that I was pretty sure wasn't the steering wheel, and my whole ribcage slammed into something, too. The glass shattered and the cold rushed in, and even though I couldn't really feel it, I knew that there was glass in my arms, legs, and possibly my head. Blood dripped down past my eyes and I heard a scream that didn't come from me.I hoped the people in the other car were alright.

The last thing I saw was a sandy-colored shape blurring on the edge of the woods, and the last thing I thought about was how it reminded me of Seth.

(A/N: Aren't you happy I didn't end it there? Because I almost did. I seriously considered it.)

The first thing I felt when I woke up was pain. I also heard the kind of beeping that is accompanied with hospital machines, which is why the pain didn't really make sense to me. Didn't hospitals give you morphine? And I should know. I've been in hospitals a lot in my life. Broken bones are a usual occurrence for me.

I also heard loud sobbing and someone making comforting noises. I heard other people talking in low voices, and it felt like someone was holding my hand.

The pain was burning me, but it was a kind of dull burning that I could put into the back of my head.

I strained to hear the voices, but I couldn't comprehend what they were saying. I could hear them, they just didn't make any sense. My brain couldn't process anything other than the fact that I was in pain, and that I couldn't feel anything other than that, and possibly my hand.

Gradually, I began to feel more. My legs weren't numb anymore, although they were now in just as much pain as the rest of me. Somehow I found that more comforting.

It became evident that someone was indeed holding my hand, and that someone was very warm. I knew that meant something important, but I couldn't remember what.

Then again, I was just thankful that I could remember my own name. Hayley.

Of course, I was having issues with the last name, but I wasn't very concerned about that.

The sobbing had stopped long ago, but I still heard the occasional sniffle. There was still talking every once in awhile, very near to me. I think the person holding my hand was in these conversations. I still couldn't understand much, but I was proud that I caught a word or phrase every now and then. Things like "imprint" and "you'll be fine." But I knew this person wasn't talking about me, so why were they saying someone else would be fine? Were the other people in the accident here?

Except that wouldn't make sense, because if they were, they would probably be in a completely different room.

Why was this all so confusing?

I slipped in and out of consciousness for I don't know how long, but I was finally able to fully understand everything that was being said. I could feel my whole body, which I think was better than being numb, even though I could now feel pain everywhere. But I kept the pain in the back of my head, and it didn't bother me too much.

Even though I could understand what was being said, I had no idea who was saying any of it. I couldn't distinguish one voice from another, and that bothered me.

It also bothered me that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move any part of my body.

But what bothered me the most was that I knew whoever was holding my hand was important, but I didn't know who or why.

"You heard them. There's no brain activity, no chance at all." I could tell that this voice was anguished, and that it came from the warm person who had a tight grip on my hand.

No brain activity? I could understand what they were saying. I could hear them. I could feel that I was laying on a bed, could feel pain, could feel a person. I'm pretty sure that's brain activity!

Someone blew out a breath and said in a shaky voice, "She'll...She'll wake up. She always does. She has to."

I knew that voice. Well, I was pretty sure I knew all of them, but I remembered that one from my childhood. It brought back memories from a tree house we went to when it rained...

Embry. My cousin. The one I was living with while I was staying here, in La Push.

But for some reason, although I was happy that I could remember this, it felt like Embry wasn't the person that I needed to remember right now.

The same anguished voice from before spoke again. "Carlisle told us that she's not going to wake up. And he's been around how long? Three hundred years? He's the best doctor you're ever going to find. And he's telling us that she's never going to open her eyes again."

"You don't know Hayley." Embry snapped. "She always beats the odds. She's the most unpredictable person you'll ever meet. She's going to wake up."

I knew that I should remember the person that had spoken about someone named Carlisle. I had to remember. I racked my brain, thinking as hard as possible.

Unfortunately, that left the pain open free. It coursed through my body, and I felt as if I was just realizing it for the first time. Another voice spoke, but I couldn't concentrate.

Without even thinking about it, a moan slipped out from my lips. The voice froze mid-sentence.

"Hayley?" Someone whispered, sounding hopeful yet cautious.

"No shit, Sherlock." I managed to rasp out. "Sorry to disappoint."

I heard a room full of people laugh with what seemed like relief as my eyes fluttered open to meet some very warm light brown ones.

In that instant, I knew.

Seth.

He was the one I was supposed to remember.

And remember him I did.

His creepy staring and stalkerish/mysterious ways. How he always had a fever. How he was a flake, and how I called them all 'the pack.'

And how he had helped me in the woods that one night at the bonfire. How he seemed so caring, no matter what Embry said.

But why was he the one I was supposed to remember?

I don't even know where that whole crash scene came from. It just kind of popped into my head. So...Like it? Hate it? Want to throw some green sea monkeys at it? Tell me. By pressing that blue button that was way cooler when it was green.

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