Author's Note: Um… BIG apologies to all of my fans… (If I still have any…) I just turned 16 in January, so that was a big thing, and then I've been working really hard to get into the Missouri Academy, which is this college program for Juniors and Seniors that lets you get your Associate of Science degree along with your high school diploma upon graduation. It's almost been a year since I updated, and I'll try harder from now on… I couldn't decide on a song either- then I found The Used. They are the most amazing Alternative band on the face of this planet and the next… I encourage you to listen to The Bird and the Worm or pretty much anything from their Lies to the Liars album. Thanks to Cgirl0220 for submitting the most reviews… Lol… Last, thanks to Inkspell12 for getting my butt into gear to write more.

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight I wouldn't have been ecstatic to receive New Moon for my birthday, now would I?

The Lie - Based on the song "Hospital"

I am not a fan of alternative music, but my new catch-all radio station seemed to be locked in to play the music I most despise. Yesterday was bad. I am determined not to have another, but it's not looking good- at all.

Alice confronted me last night. She asked if I was alright, and I told her that I was fine. Does she think I'm losing my mind? I wish I would have told her that music tastes change- I didn't think of it fast enough.

"This feeling never leaves you alone,"

Dread. Merriam-Webster defines it as an apprehension or a great fear of something to come. Alice told me that I was on my own for a few days because she needed to study for a Spanish exam; I know something is coming, and it doesn't take a seer to figure it out.

It was a very tense ride as the heavy metal keened from the speakers. I don't even blame my family for darting from the car the second we pulled into a space at school. I hesitated, not wanting to resign myself to school just yet.

Finally, the song ended, and I cut the engine. I left the car and shut the door quickly. Leaning against the car, I secretly long to catch sight of Her again. Bella. Maybe longing isn't the right way to describe it…

So here I am, leaning against the gleaming metal of my silver Volvo. I can hear the telltale roar of Bella's truck coming, but I don't see it yet. About five minutes later, said truck pulled into the parking lot at a speed barely above a crawl.

I watched as she jumped out of the cab and stooped to check her tires. I can see a set of chains from here, but she had obviously not been expecting them. She did say she'd been living with her mom for a while- maybe she wasn't used to having someone around who worried about her like that.

Whatever the case, I started to hear a high-pitched squealing as another vehicle entered the parking lot. It was then that I realized what was about to happen. Bella looked up suddenly and realized the same thing- Tyler and his monstrous van were hurtling right for the very corner of the truck that Bella was standing in front of.

Without thinking, I rushed towards her and moved her away from the spot in question. We were now on the pavement next to a tan car that had the misfortune of Bella parking next to it. I think we're out of danger.

I thought wrong. The van had curled around the end of the truck and was still sliding towards us. Quietly I cursed and braced for impact. That was the moment she noticed that she wasn't alone, but we had no time for small talk.

Holding the van back, my hand fit into a neat dent in the side. Noticing that we were now stuck, I picked the van up, moved away from the broken vehicle, and swung Bella away from harm. Then the screaming began.

"Bella?" I whispered into her ear frantically, "Bella? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." She stated weakly in a tight voice. I realized that I was holding her pretty tight in my grasp, but I was still afraid to let her go. I still am.

She tried to sit up after she spoke, and I was quite sure that wasn't the best idea. "Be careful," I warned, "I think you hit your head pretty hard."

"Ow," she stated, sounding surprised.

"It never used to hurt before- it isn't funny anymore-"

Well, maybe it was a little funny… How could she have not noticed that her head hurt? I had to hold back my laughter because I'd been raised that it was rude to laugh at someone in this situation, "That's what I thought."

"How in the…" She trailed off and shook her head as if trying to catch her thoughts, "How did you get over here so fast?"

I became serious at once, "I was standing right next to you, Bella."

She tried to sit up again, and this time I let her while moving as far away from her as I could in the space we were trapped in. I noticed her watching my face as I tried to 'dazzle' her into forgetting her previous thought. I only use that particular vampire talent in absolute emergencies- it was necessary now.

It was then that we were attacked. No, we were safe from cars and what-not, but now the people with their fake masks of drama hurried over; their faces were streaked with tears and they were shouting at us and each other.

"Take off the mask and leave the lies to the liars,"

I ought to send my morning DJ a thank you card- or a free ticket to the asylum for foresight. Everyone went through the motions, but they truly were clothed in masks.

"Don't move," someone instructed.

"Get Tyler out of the van!" someone else shouted. I noticed that Bella wanted to get up and move around, but I didn't trust her in the flurry of activity- not if she was injured.

I held her down at her shoulder, "Just stay put for now."

"But it's cold," she complained. I chuckled under my breath at the irony- I'm sure being around me wasn't heating her up at all. I turned away still laughing.

"You were over there," she suddenly stated. I turned around and the laughing sound died in my throat. "You were by your car."

Locking my emotions, I responded, "No, I wasn't."

"I saw you." She looked around as the adults arrived, but I knew she wasn't going to drop the argument without a fight.

It was a fight she would get. I tried to explain the false story to her once again in hopes that she would believe it, "Bella, I was standing with you, and I pulled you out of the way." I stared at her fully using every bit of my dazzling potential that I could.

She set her chin in a rebellious way, "No."

"Please, Bella," I willed her to agree with me as I glared at her.

"Why?"

"Trust me," I pleaded, dropping my voice to a soft murmur.

She looked up quickly as the sirens started up, but look back down into my eyes, "Will you promise to explain everything to me later?"

"Will you look them in the face- Could you look me in the face?"

I ordered my mind to forget the loss in morals from lying- it proved too much with the stress of keeping the thoughts from multiple people out. "Fine," I snapped in an exasperated tone.

"Fine," she repeated after me in anger.

Later, after six EMTs and two of the male teachers moved the van, stretchers were brought into the picture. Bella, of course, wanted to refuse hers. She may have won if I hadn't have told them about hitting the pavement…

I disagreed with the EMT and was awarded a front seat in the ambulance on the ride to the hospital. I'm sure it was because Carlisle is on staff there- though I don't think my persuasion was in vain.

"Bella!" I heard the police chief shout as he arrived on-scene. How could I have forgotten? She was Chief Swan's daughter. That wasn't the worst part of the situation.

My family stood off to the side watching me with looks of utter disapproval and anger.

"I saw what you did- was it really for the best?" –Alice's thoughts were the only one that I could hear. The rest I'm sure that I didn't want to hear… Rosalie looked positively furious…

"Now will you ever rest your head- You end up feeling mostly dead, Pretending you're the last one, hiding with your eyes shut tightly- on the way to the hospital."

I blinked my eyes open and removed my hand from the bridge of my nose. Subconsciously, though I had to concentrate very hard not to hear the exasperated thoughts in the minds of the EMTs, I had missed the drive to the ancient hospital, and the driver prodded me to get out of the vehicle.

A while later, once I knew that Bella had returned to her room and declared fully well, I found her room and noticed that her room was occupied by that annoying Crowley kid who had almost killed her earlier. How- ironic.

"Is she sleeping?" I asked quietly to no one in particular.

Bella's eyes fluttered open and I smirked at the way she tried- and failed- to glare at me. She really only managed a weak stare.

"Hey, Edward, I'm really sorry–" Tyler began before I raised my hand to silence him.

"No blood, no foul," I stated as I flashed a very bright smile to cover up the pun of my speech. I sat on the edge of Tyler's bed to face Bella without truly getting too close to her scent.

"So, what's the verdict?" I asked her.

"There's nothing wrong with me at all, but they won't let me go," she complained. "How come you aren't strapped to a gurney like the rest of us?"

"It's all about who you know," I answered, thinking fondly of Carlisle, "But don't worry, I came to spring you."

As if cued by my words, Carlisle entered the room. Bella gaped at him as I noticed how tired he looked- it must have been a hard day.

"So, Miss Swan," he started lightly, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," she said. She seemed annoyed by the constant question…

Carlisle turned on the lightboard behind Bella's head and I could see what he confirmed- she was free from any lasting damage. "Your X-rays look good," he started, "Does your head hurt? Edward said you hit it pretty hard."

"It's fine," she repeated with a sigh as she scowled at me. Carlisle stood up and started to probe the back of her skull as she turned back away from me.

He noticed when she winced, "Tender?"

"Not really." She said it really quick, leading me to believe that this wasn't her first time in the hospital. I laughed and she narrowed her eyes at me.

"Well, your father is in the waiting room – you can go home with him now. But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all."

"Can't I go back to school?" She asked nervously.

"Maybe you should take it easy today."

She glared at me quickly and spoke again, "Does he get to go to school?"

"Someone has to spread the good news that we survived," I stated smugly.

"Actually," Carlisle corrected, "most of the school seems to be in the waiting room."

"Oh no," she moaned as she covered her face with her hands.

Carlisle raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to stay?"

"No, no!" She insisted quickly, throwing her legs over the side of the bed and hopping down. It was obviously too quickly and she staggered into Carlisle, who steadied her. Both of us mirrored the same concern.

"I'm fine," she assured him as she hid a smile in the corner of her mouth.

"Take some Tylenol for the pain," he suggested as he made sure she wasn't going to fall over.

"It doesn't hurt that bad," she insisted finally.

"It sounds like you were extremely lucky," Carlisle answered as he smiled and signed her charts.

"Lucky Edward happened to be standing next to me," she added as she stared me down again. Funny, the phrase 'if looks could kill' ran through my mind…

"Oh, well, yes," he answered, suddenly occupied in the chart in front of him. We need to talk, Edward, I'm sure you're aware of this.

I nodded slightly- just enough to let him know that I'd heard, and he turned to address the other occupant of the room, "I'm afraid that you'll have to stay with us just a bit longer…"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Bella hissed as she reached my side. Now what was I going to tell her? More lies. I stepped back to avoid her sweet smell.

"Your father is waiting for you," I reminded.

She glanced at the two others in the room, "I'd like to speak with you alone, if you don't mind."

"Three cheers you fooled them all,"

If only it was that easy… I glared at her and swirled around- leaving the room and storming down the small corridor. Far enough away, I stopped and glared at her again- this time I knew my eyes were cold and angry, "What do you want?"

She hesitated and when she finally spoke, it was quiet, "You owe me an explanation."

"I saved your life – I don't owe you anything."

She flinched. "You promised."

"Bella, you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about." I stated coldly.

She glared defiantly at me, "There's nothing wrong with my head."

"What do you want from me, Bella?"

"I want to know the truth," she said, "I want to know why I'm lying for you."

"What do you think happened?" I snapped angrily now.

"All I know is that you weren't anywhere near me – Tyler didn't see you, either, so don't tell me I hit my head too hard. That van was going to crush us both – and it didn't, and your hands left dents in the side of it – and you left a dent in the other car, and you're not hurt at all – and the van should have smashed my legs, but you were holding it up…" She trailed off holding back tears. How could a human be so observant?

I thought quickly and put as much confusion into my voice as I could, "You think I lifted a van off you?"

I don't think my faking worked. She merely nodded and looked at me questioningly.

"Nobody will believe that, you know," I answered in a slightly childish tone.

"I'm not going to tell anybody." She said each word slowly and rigidly. She was showing the classic signs of anger management in it's simplest form.

That surprised me, "Then why does it matter?"

"It matters to me," she insisted. "I don't like to lie- so there'd better be a good reason why I'm doing it."

"Can't you just thank me and get over it?" I asked exasperatedly.

"No."

"In that case… I hope you like disappointment."

She scowled at me for a long while before she spat out, "Why did you even bother?"

I paused while thinking about that question. Why had I risked my family's secret for this… human? I tried to convince myself that it'd been to avoid the bloodshed… "I don't know," I whispered finally. That was the truth.

Turning, I walked away from her intoxicating scent and towards the reprimands that were coming from the home front. Carlisle was waiting at the end of the hallway.

"Edward," he started, "we really need to talk."

"I'm sorry, Carlisle, I didn't mean to risk us all. I just couldn't-"

"I'm not going to judge you, but please try to remain inconspicuous for a while longer," he said as he cut me off mid-sentence.

"You're not angry?" I asked surprised.

"As long as you do what you feel is best- Edward, I trust your judgment. Alice left your car outside, and you don't really have to go back to school at this point in the day.

"Perhaps you should try to go for a quick hunt?" He added in his mind so that no one would hear that part of the conversation.

"I will- thank you, Carlisle." I answered as we parted ways. I made it down the hallway and to my Volvo in the middle of the parking lot. I was in the car in a flash, and started it up. One last set of lyrics popped through my head as I shifted the car into drive and sped away:

"You're quiet on the car ride home,

You're waiting for your head to explode-

You're hiding in your safe place,

Hiding with your eyes shut tightly all the way to the hospital."