Okay this is an overworked version of "Against all Odds" A huge thank you to my Beta xxBlue-Eyed-Bellaxx. Another huge thank you to Fearie Kitten, Bitten and Smitten, outofmytree, Bite me Edward, Cait and Doro you gals are the best Online Family a girl could wish for!

Disclaimer: I own a copy of Twilight and an MP3 File of Against all odds... but I don't own the copyrights to those so dang!

Chapter 1

Stupid Radio. Charlie had left the thing on when he'd gone to work that morning, it had been broken for weeks now, refusing to turn off and stuck at full volume. As a result, I had no other choice but to listen to the local DJ's inane chatter whilst I prepared Charlie's dinner. The chatter was better than the music though; I could stand the chatter. The music… not so much.

As I thought about this the DJ announced the next song, it was the worst kind of song, a love song and worse still, a sad love song…

"So all you guys out there, think of the ones you love and enjoy Phil Collins' 'Against All Odds.'"

As the first few bars of the song began to play I ran desperately, trying to switch the damned thing off. I even resorted to pulling out the plug, only to find it was running on batteries.

"How can I just let you walk away
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you
You're the only one who really knew me at all


How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave
'Cause we shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all."

I did not want to hear this song. It reminded me too much of him. I closed my eyes and covered my ears with my hands. It didn't help. It was as if the song was embedded in my brain. For the first time, I started to realise the meaning behind the lyrics.

"So take a look at me now
there
's just an empty space
there
's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face


Take a good look at me now
there
's just an empty space


And you coming back to me
Is against all the odds
And that's what I got to take


I wish I could just make you turn around
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you
So many reasons why
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now
there
's just an empty space
there
's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face


Take a good look at me now
there
's just an empty space


But to wait for you is all I can do
And that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now
'Cause I'll still be standing there


And you coming back to me
Is against all the odds
And that's what I got to take

Take a look at me now…"

I realised, painfully, that he would never return to me. It all crashed down on me like a huge weight. I'd lost Edward forever…

The pain of the situation overwhelmed me, I realised I couldn't live without him. Without Edward I didn't live, I merely existed.

But I didn't want to exist. Existing was to suffer from the unbearable pain that the loss of Edward had caused me. In this moment, I was forced to my knees due to the decision I'd made. If couldn't live without Edward, I didn't want to live at all.

I forced myself to my feet and made my way upstairs, to the bathroom. I opened the medicine cupboard, pulled out the sleeping tablets and made my way to my bedroom. I put the tablets on my bedside table, went over to my old desk and started writing.

When I'd finished, I had letters for both my parents, Alice and Edward. I put them in their places, I slowly crossed my room and lay down on the bed. I picked up the small bottle of pills, small but powerful. I swallowed all the tablets at once and closed my eyes.

I patiently waited for the medicine to end my life, to take the pain away. While I waited I thought about those who had caused that pain. The Cullens.

Did Alice see what I did? Well if she did, it was too late. I'd already taken the pills and had begun to feel drowsy.

As the time passed, I felt my system slowly starting to shut down. I could feel my heart getting slower and slower.

When my gaze wandered one last time around my room, I knew I was finally dying. He was here, in my bedroom.

Edward, my Edward, in all his glory. His face was pained, "Bella!" he cried, his voice laced with agony. "Bella! Please don't die!"

In the blink of an eye he was knelt beside my bed. I felt the world around me rapidly closing in. My chest felt tight, as if there wasn't enough room for my lungs, as though a constrictor had wound itself around my body, making breathing almost impossible. My mind started to go fuzzy, like static on an old television set. It took all I had to concentrate enough to catch one last glance at the angel before me, through my increasingly heavy eyes.

With my last breath I whispered to him, "Its too late Edward. I love you." The last thing I felt before I lost consciousness was Edward's cool lips on my neck.