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What if Edward hadn't stopped the van?
I was standing by the back corner of my truck, struggling to fight back the sudden wave of emotion the snow chains had brought on, when I heard an odd sound.
It was the high-pitched screech of tires against the road.
I looked behind me and gasped. Tyler’s van was coming right for me; I braced myself for the impact. I knew in the pit of my stomach that there was no way in hell I was going to make it out of this alive. I heard people screaming, and before closing my eyes took one fleeting glance at Edward who was being held back by his brother, Emmett I think.
The cars impact came quicker then I calculated, but I was never good at math. It knocked the air out of me and crushed my rib cage and legs. I couldn’t breathe. I knew what was coming, and I took it with open arms. Death has always seemed so much easier then life. The next thing I knew something cold and hard pierced the skin at my neck. I screamed even though I felt I had no lungs.
“Just keep your heart beating Bella. Please don’t give up yet. Please Bella.” I heard Edward’s musical voice force itself through my darkness. I had to obey him, I wanted to, but I didn’t no how to not give up. It was my body’s choice, not my own. I screamed again I agony.
“Push it off of her!” he yelled to only god knows who. I heard the car groan in protest, but felt Edward’s arms around me. I started to feel less and scream more. The pain of whatever Edward injected in me was worse then the car crushing me.
“Oh god, Alice she’s bleeding everywhere.”
“You and Jasper go, Emmett Rose and I can take care of her.” I felt myself being handed off to her, or maybe Emmett.
“Put her in the car, we have to take her to Carlisle. Stupid Edward couldn’t wait for the ambulance.” I continued to scream in pain.
What had I done to burn in hell?
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