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It
was
a
high
-
pitched
screech
,
and
it
was
fast
becoming
painfully
loud
.
I
looked
up
,
startled
.
I
saw
several
things
simultaneously
.
Nothing
was
moving
in
slow
motion
,
the
way
it
does
in
the
movies
.
Instead
,
the
adrenaline
rush
seemed
to
make
my
brain
work
much
faster
,
and
I
was
able
to
absorb
in
clear
detail
several
things
at
once
.
Edward
Cullen
was
standing
four
cars
down
from
me
,
staring
at
me
in
horror
.
His
face
stood
out
from
a
sea
of
faces
,
all
frozen
in
the
same
mask
of
shock
.
But
of
more
immediate
importance
was
the
dark
blue
van
that
was
skidding
,
tires
locked
and
squealing
against
the
brakes
,
spinning
wildly
across
the
ice
of
the
parking
lot
.
It
was
going
to
hit
the
back
corner
of
my
truck
,
and
I
was
standing
between
them
.
I
didn
’
t
even
have
time
to
close
my
eyes
.
Just
before
I
heard
the
shattering
crunch
of
the
van
folding
around
the
truck
bed
,
something
hit
me
,
hard
,
but
not
from
the
direction
I
was
expecting
.
My
head
cracked
against
the
icy
blacktop
,
and
I
felt
something
solid
and
cold
pinning
me
to
the
ground
.
I
was
lying
on
the
pavement
behind
the
tan
car
I
’
d
parked
next
to
.
But
I
didn
’
t
have
a
chance
to
notice
anything
else
,
because
the
van
was
still
coming
.
It
had
curled
gratingly
around
the
end
of
the
truck
and
,
still
spinning
and
sliding
,
was
about
to
collide
with
me
again
.
A
low
oath
made
me
aware
that
someone
was
with
me
,
and
the
voice
was
impossible
not
to
recognize
.
Two
long
,
white
hands
shot
out
protectively
in
front
of
me
,
and
the
van
shuddered
to
a
stop
a
foot
from
my
face
,
the
large
hands
fitting
providentially
into
a
deep
dent
in
the
side
of
the
van
’
s
body
.
Then
his
hands
moved
so
fast
they
blurred
.
One
was
suddenly
gripping
under
the
body
of
the
van
,
and
something
was
dragging
me
,
swinging
my
legs
around
like
a
rag
doll
’
s
,
till
they
hit
the
tire
of
the
tan
car
.
A
groaning
metallic
thud
hurt
my
ears
,
and
the
van
settled
,
glass
popping
,
onto
the
asphalt
-
exactly
where
,
a
second
ago
,
my
legs
had
been
.
It
was
absolutely
silent
for
one
long
second
before
the
screaming
began
.
In
the
abrupt
bedlam
,
I
could
hear
more
than
one
person
shouting
my
name
.
But
more
clearly
than
all
the
yelling
,
I
could
hear
Edward
Cullen
’
s
low
,
frantic
voice
in
my
ear
.
"
Bella
?
Are
you
all
right
?
"
"
I
’
m
fine
.
"
My
voice
sounded
strange
.
I
tried
to
sit
up
,
and
realized
he
was
holding
me
against
the
side
of
his
body
in
an
iron
grasp
.
