Edward's POV

I was not feeling the way I should. After collage today, I went ring shopping. Collage was really busy today. Almost everyone I knew thought I looked bad. I didn't pay attention. I am planning my one and only love. I loved every part of her. And I knew she loves me. I picked out a ring with one big diamond in the center with 2 small ones on each side. The band was white gold. I left it in my glove box locked I case someone ever tried to steal it. I was going to take Bella out to a restaurant tomorrow , but decided to move it to Wednesday. I started getting hot so I turned the heat down and the radio up. I was late for sure. It was half past 8 and I was still in traffic. I had a cold that has been bugging me all day, all I wanted was to rest. I leaned my head against the seat and let the radio tunes sooth me. My hands were sweaty so I turned on the air conditioner on low and put my hand on it. I lifted my head to find many cars skipping ahead of me. I put both hands on the wheel and pushed the gas pedal. I felt tired, drained really. I don't think I will be coming to school tomorrow. I was studying to become a doctor, just like my adoptive father. My real name is Edward Mason. It had been changed to Edward Cullen when they adopted me. Esme and Carlisle had always been nice to me. My real parents left me in the cold on a doorstep less than 5 days after I was born. They said there had been no money and I wouldn't live a happy life. I was kind of glad they did leave me, many more opportunities. The weird thing was we all have the same eye color. Carlisle said it was very rare. Esme didn't care. She has so much love to give and so little people. Lucky for her she had a grandchild on the way. Alice, my sister, was pregnant. Esme has been all over since she found out. Alice purposely didn't tell Esme until she was about 3 or 4 months in. She didn't want to be treated like a patient. I started to get cold so I turned the ac down. My head felt a little light. I pulled over for a minute to gather myself. I saw the exit sign I had to get off of. I pulled back onto the car filled roads and kept going. I took at least two deep breaths before I got onto the exit. I looked up at the sky. It reflected the ground. Pure white only a lot darker. Nights like this always seemed to amaze me. I never knew why or how. I heard the honks and curses of other drivers. I leaned away from the wheel as all traffic came to a screeching halt. My exit was only two cars ahead of me now. My hands started to jitter slightly. I shook them a little before putting them back onto the wheel. I drove I the exit now. No traffic in sight. The lake to my right glistened from the moonlight. There was ice covering a small part. I focused on the sound coming out of my mouth. My lungs got heavy. Air buzzed around a cramped spot. It was getting harder to breathe. I put my shaking hand to my throat, cupping it lightly. I wondered what was wrong. My head started spinning, but I could see my house in sight. I got onto the dirt road which help my loving family. For one of the first times in my life I was excited to see Carlisle. I drove extra slow, not wanting to cause an accident. I looked at the light coming from the large living room in the front. The windows as clean as crystal sparkled from the light of the floor lamp. The yellowish tint gave it a special glow I was always fond of. It reminded me of home and the loving people inside of it. No matter how bad you felt they always comforted you. I know I'm stupid for driving when my head is spinning and I can't breathe but what else would I do? If this was really serious how would I get help? Nobody ever came on this road. It was hidden by many trees, and my family wouldn't come out until the snow stopped. Even if they called the cops, how long would it take for my throat to fully close? I had to get there. I can't even imagine walking from the car up the stairs and in the door rather than walking from the end of my driveway. I started to cough slightly. The front steps came closer as the grim sky's became darker. Rocks under the tires crunched into the hard rubber. I gasped as it got harder to take air in. My eyes felt wide as I looked at the glove box. A vision or the ring flashed into my mind. I tightened my loose grip on the wheel and pressed the gas pedal down a little further. Trees cleared and the car pulled up by the steps. My gasps were now pleads for air. I opened the car door slightly. Thank god I could still breathe, hardly, but I could. I stuck one foot out the door and I watched as my head spun. I slid off the seat into the white snow. I felt so weak. My arms dropped and my head ducked into the snow. I tried to gather my weakness and turn it into something to keep me going, at least until I got to the door. I knew the warm hands of my love were waiting for me. I clutched my teeth together and lifted myself. The earth spun around me but I started to crawl. One arm then another. The stairs came closer into view. After that I would be a lot better off. Better there than here. I would have better chances of them hearing me on the porch. I put one arm on the step, lifting all my body weight onto that one arm. I pushed it upward and my chest was on the stair. My other arm followed. I looked up slightly and squinted at the bright lights coming from the window. Loud blasts of something booming filled my ears. I wasn't sure if it was just my head or if it was real. My eyes flickered franticly as a figure passed the door slightly. I sighed as it was no longer in view. I was up at least 4 or 5 steps. It was getting easier, but harder to breathe. I had at least 3 steps left including the one up to the porch. I knew I could get up there. I would climb 3000000 steps to the one I loved and she was right up those two. I took a deep breath, hoping to climb those two in one crawl. My head rushed around, like I was diving into an air-less bubble. I could hear my heart thump at an unnatural rate and the blood squeezing into my viens along the inner parts of my body as the last of the stairs moved behind me. I was now on the porch. The door was in my reach. I could hardly breathe by the time I got up there. My head spun more than ever as I slid onto my knees in front of the door and leaned my head against the molding. I knocked weakly. No one answered. I tried it again and again but no one answered still. My breathing became more unbearable, constraining my throat and lungs. It was getting hot inside my body. I felt sweat drip down my forhead, but outside I was freezing. I heard blasts, booms, and shouts. No wonder why they couldn't hear me. After about 10-15 minutes the noises stopped. I tried knocking the loudest I could right now. I could hardly hear it. My ears rang and my breathing labored. I saw a quick flash of yellow tinted light and the door creak. My eyes flashed up. There was the form of my love engraved in the light.

"Bella. Please, help me." I choked. She rushed to my side, tripping on the stairs.

"Edward. Edward, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" She asked in a frantic voice. I took a deep, whirling breathe before I let out my first word.

"Can't. Breathe." I tried to gasp. She helped me up on my feet. I felt so weak. My steps were supported by her. Gasping for air, Bella and I retreated into the warmth and comfort. I lifted my brick head and looked around the house. My whole family, but Carlisle of course, was huddled around the television screen. I was as weak as I could be when I stepped into the house. I fell to my knees proud of myself that I made it inside. I started coughing, gagging really. Bella's fragile arms held me close an supported my chest. Esme came over, her warm hands moving slickly over me. I couldn't tell how long she'd been standing there. Could have been hours to me. I didn't quite make out what she said either.

"Carlisle!" She shouted turning her head in the stair's direction. Then, the TV turned off and everyone was crowded by me.

"Can't. Breathe. Help" I tried to push out, but it wouldn't come out. Emmett's loud booming voice filled the air. It was hard to make out. The only word I heard was "Down here". Then Esme's delicate and shaking hand lifted my chin to her.

"Edward, dear. Can you hear me?" Her voice was clouded my worry. I looked at her nervous face and nodded. Knowing that was all I could really do. She touched my burning forehead. It felt good. "Oh my lord, your burning up!" Carlisle's hands replaced hers.

"Get me my bag!" He chanted. "And a blanket." He put his hand on my forehead like Esme. "Let's lie him down." I felt hands push and help me down. Also, there was a ripping and tearing sound coming from my chest. I wasn't anything inside, which was good. I looked up and saw any faces. Once of which, Bella's, was not there. I heard a loud thump and air rushing at me as a warm cover lye across my body.

"Bella?" I gasped. It wasn't long before I felt hands on my head. Almost making a sandwich. I tried concentrating on breathing as I couldn't hear anything by me. The last thing I heard was:

"Edward. Don't leave me now. Stay, dear. Keep your heart beating for me…for us." Then everything went blank…