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.
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.
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…