It was raining. And it was cold. And I was using my car as a shelter. Which by the way, failed to start. Because life hates me.

I cursed Sam nearly every second as I shivered towards Forks, in an effort to maybe get a jumper cable or something.

Turns out, I wasn't going back to La Push. I drove past it feverishly, while biting my lip. I was trying so very hard to not cry out. It was an impulsive move, that lead to my car breaking down right before I entered Fork's territory.

I only had a grey short sleeved shirt. And jeans. And shoes. Not really suitable for rain weather. I hate Sam.

I came into contact with some random gas station, and from there I bought some junk food vital for my survival, and asked (very politely) if anyone'd be willing to drive with me back, and jumper start my car . No one wanted to help. Except for one jolly ol' loquacious fellow named Bart. He had some sickening tint to his skin, making me feel drowsy, it gave my head a slight whirl but I learned to cope with it. I had nothing else.

I had to sit in a God-forsaken car that reeked of decaying hamburgers and cow pee. I hate Sam.

For the first five minutes of the ride, it was fairly quiet. But from then on, Bart wouldn't stop talking. He'd rant and rant about his grandchildren. His grandson was an amazing soccer player, I hear. Also, he lived in a nice ranch home, with a huge backyard and a beautiful wife of 47 years. I envied him for his happiness.

When we reached my car, I found it just sitting there, a pile of mud surrounding it. I cursed and ran towards it, checking the tires to see if maybe it was stuck.

"Looks like we'll have to get ya a tow truck, eh Ben?" the man guffawed

I ignored him, and did necessary procedure to start the car. Negative to positive, yada yada yada. I swear, I was never interested in automobiles, but here in La Push, fixing old cars basically was the hobby of every teenage male. Some of the guys got serious with it, and others like me and Sam would just lay back and do whatever. It wasn't so appealing for me, but it did provide a useful skill.

When the car finally started, I silently praised God, and jumped into the front seat. I stuck my keys into the ignition almost too happy, and floored it.

Nothing. I cursed. I hate Sam.

I heard the noise of my tires attempting to fight the wrath of mud pies, God, I hate my life. We were in the middle of no where next to scary trees, and my car wouldn't start in the freezing rain. And did I mention this guy's name was Bart?

This was basically the plot setting for any scary movie. Person 1 gets stuck. Person 1 asks help from Person 2, Person 1 and Person 2 needed more assistance, so both Person's stupidly search in the woods for help. Person 2 gets killed at instant. Person 1 runs and you think he'll survive...not until the end, when Person 1 gets brutally murdered. I shuddered.

"Hey, maybe we can grab some fire wood?" Bart suggested

I quickly denied his offer. No way in hell was I entering those woods. "No, no. Not necessary. I'll keep trying"

"Are you sure?" Bat asked, hitching an eyebrow "Cause I can get more people-"

"No, no" my voice was strained. I hated myself for using superstition to dictate my life. I hate Sam "You can go on, I'll be fine"

"You sure?" Bart repeated, uncertain.

"Yeah, yeah" I confirmed, my mind intent on getting the hell out of here.

I nodded him off, and soon I saw him walking towards his car, after his inspecting of my tires one last time. I took that as invitation to jump out myself and start pushing. Bart noticed my attempts, and came running. I sighed.

"You need any help? I'm coming over" Bart offered

Before I could object, he was pushing the side of my car, in addition to my strength on the back, I grunted. I wasn't a weak guy. I could push the damn car by myself. I held back my words, and kept on pushing.

I attempted to stay focused on getting my car out of the ditch, but I noticed how Bart was dangerously close to slipping into the river nearby. His foot slipping on the mud, near enough to fall over the edge...

"Bart!" I called "Watch out, you're about to fall into the-"

He turned around to look at me and the car exited from the ditch, effectively shoving Bart into the dark waters, I gaped and chased after him.

Great. Just fucking great.

I dived in, I could never see that well underwater, and even so, this water was murky and dirty; it made it that much harder to spot him.

After three gut-wrenching seconds, I finally grabbed hold of him, when I pulled us both to the surface, he wasn't gasping for air as I would hope. Instead, I pulled an unconscious Bart to land and, ignoring his chalky lips with a slight shudder, and performed CPR.

Another three nerve-shattering seconds, and he began coughing up water. He shivered and took a breath full of air. I sighed, thankfully and hugged him

"Oh, thank God" I murmured

Bart, though looking at me through slits, smiled "Thank you, son"

"No problem, old man" I mangled a grin

Despite the relief, I felt that his skin had lost color, and his body temperature dropped dramatically. He continued to cough and wheeze as I walked with him to his car. I decided leaving him here, to fend for himself, wasn't the right thing to do.

I hesitated, but soon I found myself offering to drive him home. Bart accepted, and I took directions using his car to ease through the rain. He didn't talk much. Surprisingly

My eyes were in slight pain, the stress caused today was too much to handle, I was knocked out and had no place to stay. And my car was ten miles back.

Great. I'd have to walk back. In the rain. At night. Who knows what's out there. Bears and shit...

I hated it, but my mind began to think of options. I began to wonder if I should ask Bart to stay for the night. I mean, I saved his life just five minutes ago, who's to say he reject the idea? It'd only be one night.

I gritted my teeth. I hated asking people favors. "Hey, um...Bart...is it okay, if I um, stay at your place? I kind of have no where to go-"

When no sound of him emitted, I turned my head and swore loudly. I hate Sam.

Bart's head was laying on the window pane. From the odd angle his neck was resting, one could tell that he wasn't sleeping. Great. Just fucking great.

I attempted to wake him up by shoving and pushing him to grab his attention. Nothing.

I hit the brakes and did a super quick U-turn, I was going to have to make a trip to Forks Hospital.

Great.