Screech! That and a bright light. Those were the last things I remember hearing and seeing. Now, as I woke up, the memories flooded back. My mother´s cold, bloody face staring motionless at me, my throbbing, bloody legs, and a truck hitting my old and beat up Mercedes. ¨Mom? Mom!¨ I called, panic in my hoarse voice. As a frowning nurse entered my room, wherever I was, I hoped for two words. Two words. Please, just two words. I thought to myself. ¨I´m sorry, so very sorry.¨ said the nurse. While she hugged me while I cried about my devastating loss, she tried to explain what happened. ¨She was very strong. She would´ve survived if she hadn´t injured her head trying to save you.¨ I had a confused expression so she explained further, ¨You see, when we were getting her legs out of the car, she tried to get you out through the other side, but fell to the ground because her legs were still weak. She dropped to the ground and hit her head with a rock on the ground. When we arrived to the hospital, she stayed strong, but it wasn´t enough.¨ I hid my face in her shoulder and let the tears fall freely now. I felt like it had been hours though it had only been 20 minutes. A doctor with pale skin, jet black hair, and gorgeous gold eyes walked in, followed by a boy who looked about my age or a bit older. ¨...but Rye, I swear she was okay when I last-¨ said the boy, but stopped when he saw me and in the nurse´s arms crying. The nurse stood up and left immediately. If I hadn´t been so concentrated on my mother´s death, I would have thought something along the lines of: Damn, he´s really cute! But I didn´t. Instead, I just thought about what had just happened. The accident replayed in my head until someone cleared their throat. I looked up; it was just the boy. We continued to stare intently at each other for what seemed like only five minutes, probably was. Why the hell does he remind me of someone? Why do I suddenly feel I should trust him with my secrets? I thought. ¨Hello, I´m Dr. Ryan Soyer, but please call me Ryan. I´ll be your doctor while you stay here.¨ Ryan said. I just nodded glancing at the boy. I think Ryan noticed because then he said, ¨This is Edward, my son and intern. He will be watching you when I´m not here. He´s your age, 17, and he´ll be attending your school in September. *Beep, beep.* ¨Well, I´ll let you two talk. I´ll be back later tonight.¨ With that, Ryan left the room. ¨Hey, how are you feeling?¨ asked Edward in a soft, velvety voice that was to die for. His golden eyes filled with uneasiness and worry, though his voice was as confident as my injuries were painful. I winced when I remembered my pain and replied, ¨Yeah, hi. I´m better, I guess. How about you?¨ ¨I´m okay. How´s your eye, I bet it feels weird since you have to wear an eye patch for a day.¨ he answered back, not completely answering my question. He still seemed to have worry in his eyes. ¨I-it f-feels... uh, fu-funny,¨ I stammered as I touched the tip of my eye, ¨but my leg is killing me with the constant throbbing. Do you know if you can get me something for it?¨ Edward just walked out of the room with an unreadable expression. As he came back with some kind of medicine, I saw reluctance in his wonderful eyes. ¨I still don´t know your name.¨ he said, suddenly amusement radiated throughout his voice and body. I smiled slightly with pleasure. ¨My name? Well, my name is- actually, I´m going to make you guess.¨ I replied as I popped the medicine into my mouth. He frowned, but suddenly his frown turned into a devilish grin. ¨Hmm, can I have a hint?¨ he asked me smugly. Way too smugly for my liking. What was he up to? I thought. I sighed slyly and gave in, ¨Fine, it starts with a letter. I answered with a sly smile on my face, ¨Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater!¨ I laughed as I realized his plan. I burst into a fit of laughter as he raised my chart. So this is what his plan was all along. The little cheater! Why didn´t I think of it before? I have no idea, but he is clever-er than me. Haha, my new word of the day! I thought. Edward just smiled smugly, probably pleased that I had cracked a smile and laughed. ¨Well, let´s see. Your name is Daniela Isabel Rodriguez, Dani for short I presume.¨ I nodded. ¨You´re 17 years old, just like me, and you are a Senior in high school. You go to Jefferson Hill High. Your father is-¨ his smile slowly turned into a frown. A single tear slid down my cheek as I thought of my father. Edward hesitantly walked to my side and wiped the tear away with his thumb. ¨I´m so, so, so sorry. I never knew- I´m so sorry,¨ he apologized as I continued to cry, the tears falling freely now, ¨I shouldn´t have-¨ ¨It´s not your fault he was an abusive father. Its not your fault that he went too far and killed Sam. If I ever see him again-¨ I cut him off. A sob escaping my mouth as more tears slide down as I thought of that horrid day. The day that changed my life. The day I lost the dearest thing to me; the same day I lost my best friend and my older sister.