A heartbroken Bella suffers a type of amnesia after the cliff-diving incident. But instead of erasing her memories, her illness brings to light a power she never knew she possessed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. It belongs to the woman who ruined my life (Stephanie Meyer) by introducing me to the man I can never have (Edward Cullen).
There are certain themes in this story that heavily reflect the film Hancock. I don't own that either, sadly enough.
A/N: While I am not usually one for Twilight AU or OOC (unless it involves human characters), this story kept hovering in my head and I just had to get it out.
Also, the pieces of this prologue that are in italics are taken from New Moon, specifically pages 362-363
I didn't want to fight anymore. And it wasn't the light-headedness, or the cold, or the failure of my arms as the muscles gave out in exhaustion, that made me content to stay where I was. I was almost happy that it was over. This was an easier death than others I'd faced. Oddly peaceful.
…Happiness. It made the whole dying thing pretty bearable.
The darkness was overwhelming black. But it didn't bother me. I wasn't scared of the dark. My body was numb, and I could no longer feel the frigid water dragging me down, nor the pain in my lungs.
Dying was all right. This was never how I'd imagined I'd go. Death was supposed to hurt, right? But this didn't. Surprisingly, my mind began to wander…it didn't even hurt to think about Edward anymore.
"Edward…" I whispered, my mouth filling with water. My perfect Adonis. The epitome of perfection…my reason for existence. And if he didn't want me, why exist? Why breathe, why let my heart beat? Why pretend for everyone that it was okay, when it really wasn't?
Maybe in the afterlife, I'd get him back. If anything ever happened to him, I was positive we'd end up in the same place together. Heaven, or hell. Whatever. It really didn't matter. Purgatory would do just as well. As long as I had time to get him back. To make him realize that we had eternity, and that he still loved me.
Heaven…it wasn't something I thought about much, until I met the Cullens. Where my soul might end up had never been something of interest to me, as my family wasn't particularly religious. But now, I found that it mattered very much.
There had to be a heaven. The Cullens believed in an afterlife, although they didn't think they'd be there. At least, Edward didn't, the stubborn, crazy, gorgeous idiot. Even if heaven were a myth…well…that didn't really play into the equation anymore, did it? Nothing was a myth anymore.
As I sunk lower into the water, my head began to spin with all the tales of mythology I'd read as a preteen. Of Zeus and Hera, Hercules and Aphrodite. Were they real too? The Fates? Was life merely a string that could be cut at any moment?
It would appear so.
Angels were probably real, too. And witches. And werewolves had already popped up in my life. That was no question.
What about mermaids? The possibilities were endless. But now, I'd never get the chance to find out. Maybe I'd ask God when this was over.
If it was ever going to be over, that is.
I was growing impatient. The sweet numbness that had enveloped me just a moment ago was slowly being replaced by the previous burning in my lungs. This wasn't how it was supposed to go…I'd had it all figured out!
The current won at that moment, shoving me abruptly against something hard, a rock invisible in the gloom. It hit me solidly across the chest, slamming into me like an iron bar, and the breath whooshed out of my lungs, escaping in a thick cloud of silver bubbles. Water flooded down my throat, choking and burning. The iron bar seemed to be dragging me…deeper into the dark, to the ocean floor.
…At that moment, my head broke the surface.