Author's notes: This is the first fan fic I have ever written, so be kind please! I didn't originally write this to be a fan fic, just something to pass the time, but I thought other people might like to read it so I posted it. I hope you like it and please comment to let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer! I do not own the Twilight Saga and no money is being made from this story.
Rating: K, no strong language or bad themes!
Chapter 1: Forgetful
My eyes fluttered open. I was in an unfamiliar room, a white room. The wall beside me was covered in long, vertical blinds; and over my head the glaring lights blinded me. I was propped up on a hard, uneven bed - a bed with rails. The pillows were fat and lumpy. There was an annoying beeping coming from a monitor beside me; I hoped this meant that I was still alive. Death shouldn't be this uncomfortable.
I looked down at my hands, they were still there, that was good. But they were all twisted up with clear tubes with strange-looking liquids flowing through them. There was also something taped underneath my nose. I lifted my hand to rip it off.
"No, you don't." And inhumanly cold hands caught my own. I stared at the angel face smiling down at me. I must be dead, this must be heaven. No one that beautiful could exist in the real world. But if I were dead then why was I in pain? I decided that the angel must know.
"Am I dead? Is this heaven?" I whispered, unable to raise my voice any higher. Confusion swept across the angel's face. I frowned in response. I didn't want him to be confused; I wanted him to be happy. He was beautiful when he was happy.
"What? No, you're not dead. You're in hospital. Don't you remember, Bella?" he was worried now. I shook my head, too fast. I stopped and waited for my vision to return to normal.
"Remember what? How did I end up in hospital? I'm dead, I mean, you are an angel, aren't you?" his eyes widened at my words.
"What?" he repeated, "Bella, love, you're not dead. But James is. Jasper, Emmett and Alice took care of him. And Bella, I am so, so sorry. I should never have left you. It's my fault you're in here." It was my turn to look confused. James? Jasper? Emmett? Alice? Should I know these names? "Bella? You do remember, don't you? I know you lost a lot of blood, but you do remember being in the ballet studio with James?" his eyes widened with yet more worry. I searched my brain, my memories. I desperately wanted to remember what the angel was telling me, to make him happy again. But I ran over my memories again and again, and I did not remember anything about a ballet studio, except that I took lessons when I was a kid. Eventually I shook my head,
"I'm sorry, I don't remember. Who's James? And if you aren't an angel then who are you?" all expressions left his face; he stared down at me with golden eyes. I didn't know what to do; I didn't even know this person's name! I waved my hand that wasn't laden with tubes in front of his face. No response. I called out to him by the only name I knew him by, it was the wrong name, but I was starting to panic; it didn't even look like he was breathing, "Angel? Are you alright?" I waved my hand again. This time I got a response. His face contorted with so much emotional pain that I might have thought it was actually physical pain.
"You don't remember." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. He said it so quietly through unmoving lips that I had to strain to hear him. I shook my head again. "You don't remember." He repeated, "Anything." His emotionless face turned angry. "How can you not remember?" he shook my shoulders, causing my teeth to rattle. I wanted him to stop; he was hurting me, scaring me. "Everything we've been through, you don't remember?" he was on the verge of shouting. Mercifully he stopped shaking me and paced around the room. I stared at him, suddenly terrified of my angel.
"I'm sorry. I want to remember, I want to believe you, but I just don't. I...I don't even know your name." I apologized in a small voice. This set him off.
"You don't even know my name?" he shouted, "Bella, you love me! Like I love you! Why can't you remember?" he came over and started to make my teeth rattle again, it hurt more this time, a lot more.
"Please don't shake me. It really hurts." I mumbled. He froze at my words. He took his hands away quicker than I would have thought possible, his face becoming tranquil in less half a second.
"I'm so sorry, I lost my temper. You would think I've hurt you enough for a lifetime." I breathed a sigh of relief as he retreated farther away and sat down calmly enough in the chair by the side of my bed. I suddenly became panicked again. There was a complete stranger in my hospital room, claiming that I loved him and that he loved me. He was talking about people that I didn't even know like they were family or something.
"Why are you here anyway? And how did I arrive in hospital? What's your name? Where's Charlie? Is he here?" he took in my questions with an understanding expression then answered them perfectly in the exact order I had asked them.
"I am the reason you're in here. You were attacked by James, he broke your leg and caused you to lose a lot of blood, but I had something to do with that. My name is Edward Cullen. Charlie is somewhere here in the hospital." I took in a sharp gasp of air that hurt my chest, but I tried not to let that show, at the thought of my leg being broken. I abruptly felt that one of my legs was feeling much heavier than the other and when I looked down it was encased in a mound of plaster. Another inward gasp stung my chest.
"How did this happen Edward? Did you do this to me? Charlie is the chief of police; he'll arrest you right here and now!" he looked shocked at my words, like he didn't expect me to react like this. But for some reason I sort of trusted him, his face was innocent. Too innocent. Like he was desperately trying to make me see the light. I changed my tune, "Edward, please, if you love me like you say you do, please, go and get Charlie." I begged him, his eyes lit up at the word 'love', like he saw a tiny glimmer of hope in my short words. He was stood up in a second and started to take a step towards me, but my face must have been frightening because before his foot touched the ground he had turned in the same step towards the door without another word.
He was back with Charlie behind him in less than a minute.
"Bella!" Charlie was absolutely elated to see me awake, "How are you honey? Edward said you were having some trouble remembering things; I got Dr. Cullen to come and see you as soon as he can." He continued so fast that the words came out slurred. It looked like he hadn't slept in days.
"I'm fine Dad; you don't have to worry about me so much. My leg hurts a bit though. And what Edward" I said his name doubtfully, in my mind he wasn't real, just an angel from heaven to check if I was dying, "said was right. I don't remember him at all. Should I?" I looked at my father directly, trying to ignore the deep, penetrating gaze being emitted from Edwards golden eyes. Charlie blinked at me, seemingly unable to understand the question so I repeated it for him, "Dad, should I remember Edward?" Charlie seemed to actually hear me this time and answered me, unhelpfully, with a question,
"Bells, are you telling me that you don't remember Edward, honestly?" I frowned, this was aggravating. Nobody was answering any of my questions! I couldn't bring myself to speak so I just nodded. Charlie looked more shocked than I had ever seen him, his eyes had gone wide and his mouth had dropped open. It took him a while to compose himself but when the doctor walked in he seemed to come back to reality. Edward stood up as the doctor came in and walked over to him,
"Carlisle. She doesn't remember." I pulled a face; should I know him as well?
"Edward, are you sure? She's lost a lot of blood, it will probably come back to her soon enough; don't panic yourself, son." Son? The doctor, Carlisle, didn't look old enough to have a son as old as Edward. This was too confusing for me, I needed answers.
"Is anybody going to explain to me how the hell I arrived here in hospital?" I demanded. Carlisle crossed the room and sat by my bed, even though he didn't look much older than me he was very professional-looking,
"Right Bella, how are you feeling?" it was a simple enough question, but I couldn't find the answer to it. I didn't know how I was feeling. Sure, my leg hurt a bit, but that was nothing compared to emotions coursing through my body. Anger. Confusion. Annoyance. Impatience. More anger. Desperation. But in the end I just said the first thing that had appeared in my head,
"Well, my leg hurts a bit, and come to think of it my wrist is stinging slightly as well." I looked down at my wrist and was taken aback by the scar there. I was vaguely aware of Edward's face contorting in pain when I noticed my wrist, I didn't know why, though.
"Okay, and can you tell me your most recent memory please?" I racked my brain. Mom got married to Phil, I decided to move in with Charlie, I got on a plane, and I arrived in Forks. Then nothing. I drew a blank.
"Urm, I suppose it would be unpacking my bags here in Forks. And from the looks on your faces, that's not the answer you were looking for, is it?" I tried to lighten the mood with a little joke, it didn't work.
"No, Bella, it isn't. Your memory seems to have been erased from the damage caused to your skull. I'll have to take some more x-rays. The cracks seem to be worse than we first thought. And are you sure you don't remember anything about Edward or our family?" I desperately tried to remember, I wanted to remember! But I just couldn't, so I shook my head, much to Edward and Carlisle's disappointment. Carlisle sighed and exited the room, motioning that his son should follow him. I followed my angel with my eyes but then couldn't hear the conversation they were having. Charlie pulled up yet another chair and stroked my hair. I could tell that the gesture was uncomfortable for him so I smiled and said,
"You don't have to do that, Dad." Gratefully he withdrew his hand and returned my smile.
"Oh Bells, what am I going to do with you, eh? I just can't understand how you lost your memory! I mean, you fell down some stairs and through a window! That's bad even for you!" I pulled a face. Fell through a window? But Edward said that I was attacked. He must have been lying. But his face looked innocent enough; it was hard to believe that he wasn't telling me the truth. I shook my head at my own stupidity. I wasn't seriously trusting a random stranger above my own father was I? No I wasn't. I knew that much.
"Yeah, I suppose it is. Sorry dad." I apologized meekly, "So, fill me in on what I missed." This took Charlie by surprise,
"Um, well, I don't really, Carlisle, the doctor, um, should probably, you know, um." was all he could come up with. What was so important that he couldn't tell me himself? Luckily, before he could stutter some more, the doctor came back in with an angry looking angel by his side. Carlisle came and sat near me again, leaving Edward pacing furiously back and forth, back and forth.
"Bella, I have organised some more scans for you so the nurses should be coming here in about five minutes." Wow. That was quick. He must be high up in this place, or at least well respected, "However, in the meantime, I suppose you want to be filled in on the events you have forgotten." I nodded eagerly, causing spots to blur my vision again. Once they had disappeared I focused on Edward who had stopped pacing and taken a seat on my other side. "Charlie can probably tell you everything that happened at home and then Edward can inform you about school and friends and anything else he chooses to tell you. I, on the other hand, have some other patients that require my attention. I'll be back after your scans, don't do anything too strenuous." He threw a warning glance at his son before leaving the room. Charlie cleared his throat and told me about the ordinary, mundane things that I had done. I wasn't really listening, but when his voice formed Edward's name I automatically sat up straighter and paid attention.
"Edward saved you from being crushed by a van, he saved your life. Twice, actually. From the van and then he brought you here after you fell. I don't know all of the details, thankfully, but you two are pretty much inseparable now." I gasped, not believing what Charlie had told me. How was this angel my boyfriend? How had I managed that? He was the kind of person who belonged on the pages of a fashion magazine, not on the arm of a very ordinary, very plain girl like me! But here he was, staring at me like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. His golden eyes were full of adoration, full of warmth, full of love. I stared back, unable to do anything else. The heart monitor went crazy but I didn't care. If what Charlie said was true then this beautiful-beyond-belief human being was mine. All mine. Suddenly nothing else in the world mattered. It was only him and me in the room, only us in the entire world.
Eventually the heart monitor settled into the gentle beep-beep-beep and Edward, my Edward, smiled a dazzling crooked smile. My heart went ballistic. I hadn't thought that anything could have made him look better, but he proved me wrong. He probably did that a lot.
I looked back at Charlie, eventually bringing myself to take my eyes away from his. I laughed when his stomach rumbled loudly.
"Dad, you should go eat something. I'm sure Edward will be able to look after me for five minutes." Charlie's face creased, evidently he was uncomfortable with leaving me alone in a room with my, apparently quite serious, boyfriend. "Dad, I'm hardly going to be able to do anything with my leg wrapped up like this, am I?" I blushed slightly at the thought of him and I having sex. But Charlie sighed in agreement and walked out the room towards the cafeteria. I turned to look at Edward again, trying to control my heart beat. But the full force of his golden eyes was too much for me, the beeping got noticeably faster and I blushed again. He smiled and leaned a tiny bit closer to me. I could feel his breath on my face, it smelled astonishing. Like all the smells of autumn and summer combined together. He gave me time to get my heart under control and ask one of the less important questions that was buzzing around in my head,
"So how did an ordinary girl like me end up with somebody like you?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, well maybe you would. You actually figured it out for yourself the first time." he was confusing me. Nobody was coming clean about the things that really mattered!
"I don't think I should tell you right away, not in your condition. Get to know me again and then I'll tell you." he leant forward and rested his chin on my pillow, breathing on me again. I lifted my free hand and reached across to stroke the side of his face, but the moment my finger touched his cheek electricity ran through me. His skin was ice-cold. My chest seared with pain as I took my biggest breath yet; nobody I had ever met had skin that cold! I was about to question him further, but the nurses came bustling in and asked Edward to 'give the girl some privacy'. I couldn't find it in myself to stop him, I was frozen with shock.
As I had my scans I could only think about one thing. And as they wheeled me back to my room I had come to one conclusion: Edward Cullen wasn't human.