Twilight: Bonnie Cullen.

"Salvation."

*Carlisles POV*

We arrive in mere minutes. Its clear to see there was two cars involved, but one is absent. They didnt even have the curacy to check on him.

I walk over to the truck, which is embedded into the tree. Its whole front is crushed. Michael lays in the middle of the road, a few meters from the accident. I kneel down next to him, as my family look in horror. Blood covers his face, his wide eyes open. The whites of his eyes are red. He looks like one of our kind, one of the dead. An he is, in a way, just not our way. His chest is still, and his legs are obscure. Its clear to see by the angle of his head, his neck is broken.

"We've got to move the body before this road gets busy." I say, drying a tear and standing to my feet.

"You poor thing." Esme weeps into my shoulder as i kiss her hair.

"Emmett and I will take the truck home. We'll carry it." Rosalie speaks softly, before crouchin next to michaels body. Slowly, she removes her long cream jacket, and sets it next to her. With one hand, she uses her long pale fingers to slowly close michaels eyelids, using her finger and thumb, before covering him with the coat.

And they walk towards the smashed truck, tears in both their eyes, esme and i kneel in the snow next to michael.

"Bonnie." Is all esme can manage to weep.

"I know, but well be here." I reassure her.

Out of the silence of the early norning, along with the weeps and metal crunching, another sound can be heard. We look behind us to find Edwards silver Aston Martin can be seen speeding towards us. Edward brought Bonnie here.

As soon as the car swerves to a hault, Bonnie trudges out in her bare feet, and silk pyjamas, screaming.

"Michael!" She screams, dropping to her knees next to his covered body. I can she her shivering. She going to get sick. "Do something!" She pleads to me. "Turn him, please!"

"I cant." I choke. "Hes dead Bonnie, Im sorry."

"No." She cries, pulling back the cover and caressing his face. "No, Michael, dont go. You didnt even say goodbye."

I, am a five hundred year old vampire doctor. I have lived threw much pain. Ive seen the world rise and fall. Ive seen the Great Depression. Ive been threw many wars. Ive watched each and every national heartbreaking moment on earth as five hundred years. But, in all my time, i have never witnessed anything as heartbreaking as this moment, as a broken, abused, tormented girl said good bye to her only family. And it didnt get any better when Edward carried her away from michael, in an attemppt to let us clean up before morning traffic.

Or when she screamed it was our fault, for letting him leave. Or when Edward carried her to the car, as she squealed for her brother. Or when she screamed she hated us, before edward closed her door, and sped off to let us deal with the accident.

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*Bonnies pov*

I remember, when I was six years old, and I was walking down the street with my family. It was before my mom died, my dad beat me, or michael becamethe man of the house. I wasnt the broken girl i am now, and my father wasnt a drunk rapist. And Michael wasnt dead.

We were walking home from the shops, on summers afternoon, like we usually did when it was a hot, and we drove into Seattle. Michael was bouncing his ball as he walked next to mom, who was holding his hand. My father was holding her other hand, and is other hand was used to hold my ankle, whilst i sat on his shoulders, laughing as i bumped up and down as he walked.

He walked past a small unit, with huge glass door, and brick walls. From the outside, I could hear music. I instantly wanted to go in, hoping from my fathers shoulders, dragging my family inside. Inside, was a small reception, with a tall, hispanic receptionist. I told my mother i wanted to hear the music, so, asking the nice lady, she took us into a small hall, where, on stage, and in the middle of the hall- where chairs usually were- boys and girls, all ages, all cultures, where playing instruments and singing. A boy, sat in the corner, with a guitar, singing to himself. A girl, on stage- with a piano. It was a talent show rehearsal.