Bella's Point of View


"I'm so sorry, Bella..." My brother muttered, turning in my direction. He held a sad gaze, and it was quite ridiculous.

"How many more times do I have to explain to you that it's okay, Jazz." I ran my hand through my hair and simply stared at him.

Earlier today, when Jasper was trying to pick me up from school, he forgot that he took the car to the shop. The car I normally use is a white can - a handicapped car that can support a wheelchair. However, due to the fact it wasn't here Jasper brought my old car. The big red truck. It's a beauty, and I love it. Frankly, I was excited that he brought this car to pick me up in, I haven't used it in years! Not since I was put in this wheelchair.

"But, it took so much longer to get you home. I know you had plans with Rosalie to-"

"Jasper..." A scowl crossed my face as I stared at my brother. He was going to sit here apologizing, per normal. He would express in every possible way how sorry he was. What for? Beyond me. I do know that if I could still my legs, I would be up and out of this car. But I can't. "Just get me out of this car and inside." I mumbled stubbornly.

A sigh escaped his lips as my brother did what he was told. He stood up and exited the car, slamming the door behind him. I heard him fiddling with the back of the truck, probably trying to get my wheelchair back together.

A couple of years ago, we wouldn't have to mess with any of this. My brother would have a lopsided grin on his face and laugh the whole time, teasing me on everything. He wouldn't even apologize to me back then, and I didn't care. It was normal. Now? This isn't normal. This isn't what it used to be.

It happened so long ago, but yet it feels so close. My whole family was together - excluding my mom. God knows where she is. Charlie, my father, had just adopted Jasper maybe three or so years ago. It was my birthday, I was turning 14. Some birthday.

Charlie had surprised me that morning with some car keys. He grinned and nodded to me, telling me to look out the window. I did, and sitting outside was a red truck. It was beaten down, and old, but perfect. There was just one condition before I could drive it, though. He always had to be in the car with me until I was 16. Eagerly, I agreed.

So, Charlie and I gathered around the big truck. He pointed out all of the little kinks on the car that he could see, but they weren't that bad. Something I could easily get used to. Over time, Jasper came out groggily - Jasper was only two years older than me, so he was still in high school at this point. It was obvious from the look of him that he just woke up.

"Where you guys going? What's that?" With a flick of his finger, Jasper pointed to the truck.

"It's my new stallion," I said proudly, placing my hands on my hips.

"You can't drive," Jasper pointed out the obvious with a scoff, rolling his eyes.

Charlie began to give a deep laugh as he glanced over to Jasper. "I'm taking her out to get her license now. You want to come Jas?"

A smirk crossed Jaspers face as he nodded his head. "Dibs on driving!" He exclaimed. Jasper was 16 at this point, and he'd only recently had the privilege on driving on his own. Of course, he wants to drive as much as he possibly can just to show off.

"Alright. Come on, boy." Charlie said with a grin. "I'm sitting in front. Bells, you can sit behind me. Get used to the backseat of your car, you won't see it much when you start driving."

A grin crossed my face as I popped open the front door. I somehow managed to pull back the front seat in order to climb into the back. I buckled my seatbelt and waited impatiently for everyone else to get in my car. My car. I grinned at the thought and began to press every possible button in the car. After all, I want to know it inside out.

A purr came from the car as Jasper started it out. "Not bad," He nodded his head approvingly as he pulled out.

"Your old man knows how to shop for cars," Charlie commented, resting his legs on top of the dashboard.

"Down!" I screamed from the back, hitting his shoulder. "I've had this car for less than five minutes, no way you're dirtying it already!"

A chuckle escaped Charlie's mouth as he pulled down his legs. "I'm proud of you, baby girl." He commented, glancing back at me.

I turned my back to the window and began to play with the seat cushions, tugging them a bit. "Look, Charlie! The seats can be pulled out!" I exclaimed happily.

I wasn't sure why I was so excited, it was just a freaking seat. If it wasn't for my stupid comment on the chair, the teenage driver wouldn't have looked back at me. If Jasper didn't look back at me, he would have seen the red light he was going through. But he did look back. And a car ran smack into the right side of the truck. A shard of glass broke from the window and lodged itself into my spine.

Later, I woke up in the hospital. I laid in bed and simply gazed at the ceiling. It was odd, I felt fine. Sure, there were a few cuts on my face and scratches on my arm but... it really didn't hurt that bad.

"Doctor!" A voice exclaimed. I turned my head slowly to see my adopted brother standing up. He shouted and quickly a crowd came. They all surrounded me and quickly went to work asking me questions.

"Yes... No? I don't know..." I muttered out slowly.

Over time, they began to feed me information. I had been in a coma for a month. Jasper was much better, which I was glad to here. Only a few cuts and scars left on his body, otherwise he was completely able.

"C-Charlie...?" I questioned slowly.

The doctors began to shift their heads to turn at each other. One gave a sigh and finally spoke up, explaining what had happened.

Charlie was crushed in the accident. They told me that it was quick, so the pain was quick. And then he proceeded to explain what happened to me. Just rip off the band aid, why don't you? I had no feeling in my legs anymore, and they weren't sure it could be fixed.

Jasper stood next to me and held me to him as I sobbed. I could see in his eyes that he already went through this pain, and seeing it me all over again hurt him.

Eventually, Jasper managed to tell me that we were now living with a friend of Charlie's. His name was Billy Black. He had a son, named Jacob. I call him Jake, and that's when I first met him.

Day by day, Jasper and I adjusted to the new life. We began to get happier - and more accepting. We tried to turn to religion, see if that sparked faith. It mostly pissed us off. We tried going to church every Sunday, but frankly we both had TV shows to catch up on - and God was getting in our way!

When Jasper turned 18, and I was 16, we moved out of the Black house. We still owned our original house, and we wanted to keep living there. It was our home.

My things were moved down into Charlie's old bedroom, the one on the main floor. It was a painful memory, but we got by. We managed.

Soon after I moved out, I began to miss Jake. After all, I saw him every day. Though he rarely talked to me when I first moved in, he gradually began to speak more. We would have silent chess matches together where not one single word was uttered. It was perfect. Obviously, he saw that he missed me in the house too - and he wanted a reason to see me. So he pulled his tail out from between his legs and asked me to be his girlfriend. I accepted.

"Bella?" Jasper gazed at me from inside the truck with an amused gaze. "You going to wake up, or am I allowed to carry you into your chair yet?"

"Yeah..." I nodded my head slowly. "Yeah." I raised my arms into the air, ready for Jasper to take me away.

Jasper slipped his arms under me and picked me up easily. He lowered me down into my chair and I began to make the adjustments that he always screwed up - fixing the blanket on the chair, turning the wheels the right direction, and more.

"Perfect," I mumbled.

"I'll grab your bag-"

"No," I cut him off. "I've got it." I easily reached over and pulled the light bag on my lap. Slowly, I began to wheel myself up to the new ramp put in and to the front door.

Before I could lean over to open the door, Jasper swiftly pushed it open. "I'm not useless, Bells." Jasper muttered. I sent him a quick glare before heading inside over to Charlie's- my room.

I knew that Jasper didn't deserve the glare I just gave him, but he knew I didn't want him to call me Bells. Charlie called me that, it's his name for me. No one else can use it.

I rolled myself into my room and slowly closed the door after me. I made my way over to the bed and set my bag down on it, gazing around the room.

The room was nice, and I took it. I really didn't want this room, but I didn't have much of a choice. I felt.. unfamiliar in this room. I missed my old room. I haven't even been in it since the accident.

Each wall was covered in pictures and mementos from both myself and from Charlie. There were pictures that Charlie had hung up of him and Billy with a giant deer. There were a couple of deer heads hung up, which scared me like crazy when I was little. Now, the deer heads were warm and familiar. I loved them.

Then, of course, were the pictures that I put up. They were all of me, Charlie, and Jasper. They reminded me of the good old days, when Charlie was here and when I could walk. It was painful, but I wouldn't let them go. I couldn't let them go.


Hope you all enjoy! As always, the characters are Stephanie Meyer's, not mine.

I asked this on the last one - would you like me to put who's point of view it's in at the top of each chapter? Might be easier for some people.

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