-Broken-

-A/N-

Ello everyone, this story is going to be a bit sadder than usual, sorry. I promise it will be interesting though, so please read and review, but most of all enjoy!

-Disclaimer-

I do NOT own twilight, its plot, or any of its original characters. I only claim what is mine, which isn't much.

-Chapter one: A broken Spirit-

-Bella's pov-

"Jake, please. I don't want to talk about it, just… drop it." I was standing on the crescent of First Beach, looking at the waves crashing onto the rocky shore. Jacob's deep husky voice sounded right behind me, "No. I'm not dropping it this time Bells. What does that damn bloodsucker have that I don't?!" I sighed, not really in the mood to have this discussion with Jacob right now. "Jake, I love him. I still love him, I'm sorry okay?" I glanced over my shoulder and tensed up when I saw Jacob shaking from head to toe like a tuning fork. "No. Not okay Bells. It's not okay." I turned to face him, "Jake. Calm down." He shook his head violently, "No Bells, I'm not going to calm down. What does he have that I don't?" He was yelling now, I wouldn't be surprised if Billy had heard him from his house. I stood up straighter, "My heart okay! He has my freaking heart and you don't! Damn it Jacob, why cant you just drop it!" I was screaming now, my hands curled into fists, my eyes stinging with tears.

Jacob growled, the sound was low and deadly, and then it hit me that I was in some extreme danger right then when Edward's voice called to me within my mind. Bella, please calm down. You have to calm him down, please. I shook my head slowly, "Jake I'm sorry." Jacob tensed up and took a step away from me, his eyes burning with hatred. Then he bent down into a crouch and pounced, halfway in midair Jacob burst into the huge russet wolf that I had come to know. I didn't even have time to scream as I realized he was pouncing at me, that Jacob was attacking me. So I just lifted my arms in a feeble attempt to protect myself. I was struck to the ground… hard, the breath ripped from my chest and I gasped to get air back into my lungs. It was useless though, because Jacob's claws were already digging into my chest, stomach, and my thighs. Leaving me crying out in pain. He was just about to slash into my throat when a streak of black appeared and tackled Jacob to the ground. Everything was getting fuzzy, and the smell of blood filled my senses. I tasted it in my mouth, which caused me to cough violently and spatter the rocks with blood. I turned over onto my stomach so I wouldn't choke on the sickly warm red liquid running out of my mouth, because I knew I was on the edge of unconsciousness.

I heard a murmur of voices, they were loud but I couldn't make out words. My vision started to blur and Edward was snarling in my mind, furious that I had been hurt in such a way. I let my head fall onto the rocks and allowed my eyes to slip closed, hoping that it wouldn't hurt for much longer.

-Alice's pov-

The TV was on the news, and some anchorwoman was prattling on about some meaningless story about a movie star being in the hospital because they drank too much and received a severe case of alcohol poisoning. I sighed as the woman announced that there would be a short commercial break, but her parting sentence caused me to tense in my seat and stare at the screen. "After the break we have a special broadcast on Ms. Isabella Swan, who as we speak fights for her life in the Forks Washington Hospital." It turned to some commercial about gum, but I couldn't focus. Isabella was in the hospital… and she was fighting for her life? In vain I hoped that it was a different girl and that it was just a strange coincidence. I highly doubted it, but I hoped for it. I waited through the commercials, my anxiety building up as each second of advertising passed. Finally the news came back on and immediately it flashed a picture of Bella. Our Bella, the Bella we left so that she would be safe.

I couldn't help it, I screamed… and I screamed loud. Everyone was darting into the living room then all shouting at me, asking what was wrong. Jasper came to my side, wincing as he felt my guilt, my sorrow, my grief, and my horror. "Alice, what's wrong, what did you see?" I shook my head and pointed to the TV screen, "Watch." I turned the volume up and stared at the screen intently, as if my life depended on it. Even Edward had joined us in the living room and as he read my thoughts the breath caught in his throat and he moved to sit right next to me, staring desperately at the screen.

The anchorwoman started the story, and my heart broke with each word she said. "Ms. Isabella Swan has been known to attract danger, but for the past year she has been fighting for her life time and time again," I stopped breathing as I realized that what she had said meant that she had been fighting for her life ever since we left, "Ms. Isabella Swan was struck with a severe case of depression when Mr. Edward Cullen and his family moved from the small town of Forks Washington. Dr. David Snow reported that Isabella was in a near catatonic state, refusing to eat; sleep; or even talk. Soon Isabella was admitted into the hospital in fear for her life, and was immediately put into intensive care." Edward was shaking as he watched, his eyes filled to the brim with tears he couldn't shed. I'm sure I was in the same state as I watched this woman tell us everything that had happened to poor Bella ever since we left. I returned my attention to the screen, desperate to learn more.

"Ms. Isabella was released from the hospital six months after the Cullen's disappearance, the doctors saying that she was still depressed but that they couldn't do anything else. Charlie Swan, police chief of Forks, worked fewer hours so that he could be there for Bella. Charlie reported that Isabella suffered from severe nightmares that caused her to scream in her sleep, causing her to wake up frequently. The Swans tried to live a normal life for four months before disaster struck again. Charlie Swan was killed by a bear that had plagued Forks Washington for months, Isabella was heartbroken for the loss of her father." Charlie was… dead? Oh god, god no… please no. I was taken over by sobs then, gluing my eyes to the screen, hoping that they would give us good news, any good news whatsoever.

"Ms. Isabella Swan refused to go live with her mother, Renee Dwyer, in Jacksonville Florida. Ms. Swan said that Forks was her home now and she wasn't leaving. Charlie had left everything to Isabella including his house. Isabella remained living there, in what seemed to be on a track to recovery when disaster struck again. The same bear that murdered her father has sent Isabella to the hospital, where she is in the Intensive Care Unit. Only family members are being permitted to see Isabella and doctors fear that she may not be with us for much longer." I didn't want to hear anymore, I needed to see Bella, and I needed to see her now.

I stood up from the couch and darted to the door, running for the Volvo. Edward was right behind me and as soon as our doors were closed Edward was peeling out of the driveway. I glanced out of the back window to see everyone darting for his or her cars, rushing to catch up with us. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples slowly, trying to erase the images flashing through my mind. I kept seeing us arriving at the hospital, sometimes we would be too late, and sometimes we would get there just in time to save her. It was hectic, but every time I saw the one of us being too late Edward sped the car up, desperate to see Bella again.

I just hoped that we would be there in time, and that we could save Bella's life.