CHAPTER ONE
Ugh! I am so tired! Do not wake up Bella do not wake up. It was a Saturday. Spring break. Today was one of the rare days Edward didn't spend the night. For whatever reason, I don't know. I tried to ignore the annoying buzzing that woke me in the first place, but it seemed next to impossible. I frowned, knowing I'll need to give in and look at my phone.
There were twenty-five missed calls, ten voice mails and around one-hundred texts. All from Alice. I ignore them all and answered the phone, putting as much venom in my voice as I could. I instantly felt bad. "What Alice?"
Her voice was frantic as it filtered through speaker, "Bella, get to my house. FAST!"
With that said, she hung up, leaving me abandoned in a complete mystery. Why wouldn't she tell me what was wrong? I didn't need to be a genius to know it wasn't good. I just threw on the first article of clothing my hands touched, grabbed my phone and keys. Sprinting outside, I leaped into my rusty Ford and drove down to the Cullen's as fast as my car could go. I kept thinking how it wasn't fast enough and that Edward was right. I do need a new car. However, I'd never let him know that.
I tried to distract myself so I couldn't let my mind think of the worst that could happen. I pulled up and jumped out of the car. Alice wasn't pacing outside for my arrival. This was serious. I through in the unlocked front door to see the Cullen's perched worriedly on the clean couch. All but three. Carlisle, Esme, and Edward. Edward's absence proved my suspicion...He was the emergency. They all stared at me. Waiting.
Carlisle's professional voice broke the silence. "In my office," I ran up, the others on my heels. I burst into the office to see only Carlisle. No Esme. No Edward. I panicked. "Carlisle where's Edward?" He looked at me, his face weary.
''Please, have a seat" I shook my head and remained standing. He sighed and looked at his now crowded office. Finally, he began to speak, "Ok then, Bella...I don't know how to say this but it seems Edward went into…" I braced myself for the worst, "A coma," I felt the wind leave my lungs and I had to clutch the back of a chair for support.
I suddenly exploded. "What! How is that possible? He's a vampire! That's not true. Are you sure? Why haven't you come up with anything to heal him? Bite him again or something!" I was hyperventilating now. Nevertheless, everyone else looked expressionless; Jasper didn't even try to change my mood. He was probably thinking it was best to let my energy out.
"I can't. It's too risky. I can't come up with any theory for this. I've never seen anything like it." I glared at him, shocked. How could this be happening? I was dreaming. I'm sure of it! Then, as if on cue, an eerie, blood curdling, excruciating scream came from the next level of the house. Instantly, I knew who it belonged to. My hand slid off the chair, as I drifted into a black abyss, where even Edward couldn't save me.