I take my first step towards doom, torture, school... I'm running my hands through my new hair, tugging at the ends. I realize what I'm doing and stop; I really don't want to look like a mad person on my first day.

I feel my heart speed up at that thought, my first day of school... Eric... Lauren... Jessica... The Cullens... THE CULLENS! Oh crap! They're going to be able to hear my heart fluttering every time I look at them... How embarrassing! They're going to think I'm another fan girl of theirs, I really don't want that! How cliche!

I then realize that I've stopped walking and I'm standing in the middle of the car lot. Then I hear the screech of brakes, I look up and see the blue van about to knock me over, that's when I feel myself flying through the air, as I'm flying I turn and see them, the Cullens, all five of them, standing with their mouths open, I scream desperately but no help comes, I hit the ground...

I open one of my eyes slowly and cringe at the bright white lights, you got it, I'm in hospital.

"Isabella?" Says the most beautiful voice I've ever heard.

"Are you an angel?" I ask dumbly.

"I'm afraid I'm not." The voice smiles.

I finally open my other eye and search for the angel, to find one, even though he's wearing a doctors coat and a stethoscope.

"Am I in heaven then?" I ask. There's no way someone so beautiful could be on Earth.

"Isabella, you're in hospital." He explains. "And you're on pain medication."

"Oh..." I'm not thinking about the angel anymore, I'm thinking about the last time I was in hospital, the car crash. That night, lights flashing, sirens screaming, people shouting.

"Isabella, are you okay?" The angel asks.

"Hmmmmmm... Are you sure you're not an angel?" I ask thoughtfully.

"I'm sure," He grins. "Do you remember why you're here?"

"Ummm... I remember seeing five other angels, they looked shocked. Are they okay?" I'm suddenly so worried about the angels, why were they shocked? Were they scared? I need to help the angels! I start to sit up but the room blurs.

"H-help me." I murmur. I can't think straight. I can see the angel rushing towards me, too fast, he blurs as well.

"Isabella, Isabella?"

I wake up for the second time against the bright lights.

"My head... Ow." I say rubbing it.

"Aaa, Isabella, you're awake. How are you feeling?" My angel asks, but I now recognize him as a doctor. My cheeks burn as I remember our last conversation.

"Um, fine?" I say, but it comes out like a question.

"You said something about your head hurting?" He looks concerned, his forehead creases.

"Yeah," I say lamely.

"Would you like any medication for it?"

"Uh. no, it's not that bad," I smile. "Um... Doctor...?" I realize I don't know what to call him.

"Call me Carlisle." He tells me.

"Okay, why am I here?" I ask, all I can remember is worried angels.

"Well, you were in the school parking lot, when a van skidded towards you. You were hit and you have a broken leg and three broken ribs, as well a sprained wrist. My son managed to catch you, and if he hadn't then I fear that you may have..." He smiles sadly.

"Oh." Is all I can say. Staring at Doctor Carlisle's pale skin and golden eyes, I suddenly realize where I am, and who he is. I'm on the verge of hyperventilation and I can hear my heart monitor going crazy.

"Isabella, what's the matter?" He asks alarmed.

"I... Uh... Remembered... Um... The accident. Er, yeah." I nod my head. "I was ... Traumatic." I lie.

"Right, well you have a visitor, or two... Should I let them in?"

"Sure." I take a deep breath, ready to face somebody else's dad's concerns, but cut short when I realize that almost the whole school is waiting outside. Oh. My. God. They don't even know me yet! I see Charlie at the back, trying to get through the crowd of almost three hundred people.

"Ch- Dad!" I call out and people realize that he was struggling to get to me.

"Oh my goodness, Bella! I'm so sorry! I should have been there, this is totally my fault, but don't you worry, that Tyler boy can kiss goodbye to his licence." He almost yells towards the end. I can see a boy cringing in the crowd. I guess that's Tyler.

"Dad, this really isn't your fault! You don't have to hold my hand everywhere I go, don't take Tyler's licence away, it's not his fault either, if it's anyone's fault it's mine, I was walking in the middle of the road!" Tyler mouths a 'Thank you' to me from the crowd.

"Hmph." Is Charlie's reply.

After everyone except Charlie has left and I have a bedside table full of flowers and chocolates from people who don't know me, I'm starting to feel sleepy.

"I'll see you tomorrow, kiddo." Says my new dad.

"See you, Daddy." I yawn. I stretch and squirm into my blankets and eventually fall into a deep sleep...