New Author's note, written in September, 2020:

Please read,

I started writing this story 11 years ago, in 2009. I was young and very ignorant. I was in a bad place mentally, which is mirrored in many of my characters and the events of this story.

I never meant to potray any offensive themes or behavior, but I have come to realize that it's not my place to decide what's offensive and what is not. Especially when it comes to ethnic groups or minorities which I am not a part of.

I will not go back and change what's been written. But I can promise you all, that I will never write anything this problematic again, and I will try my best to review and reflect on my writing, and become more humble and sensitive to people with different backgrounds and experiences.

The Edward in this story is problematic in more ways than one, but I tried my best to redeem him. The Quileutes are also potrayed in a problematic way, mostly due to me using their legends as a main plotpoint, which in turn made them out to be the bad guys.

And with all this said: this is NOT an excuse for my writing, simply an explanation. You do not have to agree with me, and I fully support your aversion to this story.

Thanks for taking the time to read this,

Emilie.

ORIGINAL NOTE FROM 2009:

A/N: This is a story that contains serious angst (no joke) along with dark themes and eventually lemons as well. This story is M-rated for a reason, and is not suitable for younger readers. Use your own discretion whether or not this story is for you. If you are uncomfortable with: sex (any form), excessive use of curse words, self-harm, abuse, suicide attempts, drug use and whatnot, then this story really isn't for you.

WARNING: This story contains the douchiest Edward known to man, and you will want to strangle him for a while. But have a little faith and patience, and don't give up.

Full Summary

Three months ago, something happened that came to change Bella's life forever. She is an outcast, hated by everyone, loved by no one. She wants nothing more than to end her life and she almost gets her wish fulfilled when she gets hit by a shiny Volvo. She is left with serious injuries and the only thing keeping her alive is the person who hit her...

I do not own these characters (that's a shocker). Stephenie Meyer owns it all.
I own nothing but the storyline. No copyright infringement intended.

Preface

The screeching noise is what made me turn around. And it was the sight of the oncoming car that made me freeze in place. I couldn't find it in me to move, and although the car seemed to be moving in slow-motion, and I could make out every little detail of the shiny Volvo's front, I still stood my ground, and watched it come. I could have made it if I wanted too.

But the truth is that I didn't want to.

You would think that the collision would have hurt, that I would have screamed in pain as I hit the windshield with a deafening crash, before rolling down on the ground and landing under the moving car. But no. It didn't hurt, and I didn't scream.

I didn't have time to scream.

I was unconscious long before the car stopped dead.

The only sound was the scream from the driver…