Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They belong to Stephanie Meyer. I, however, do own the plot of this story.

There's fire everywhere. The whole house is caught on fire. I don't know where my parents are. I have no idea. I'm trapped in my room, trying to find a way out. There is none. I'm trapped, and I'm going to die. I can hear people screaming and crying. Someone's yelling my name, but I can't tell who it is. There's banging and grumbling all around me. I fall to the floor waiting to die. Please let me go quickly. Please, please, please.

Something cool surrounds me. It feels like a pair of arms, but I can't be certain. I look up into the face of an angel. "It's going to be alright," she says to me. And I believe her. I don't know why, especially when I'm surrounded by nothing but fire, but I do.

The next thing I know, I'm outside of the city. There's an ambulance blaring next to me, and my angel's gone. One of the medic crew sees me and comes over to me with an air mask. "We've got a little girl over here!" he yells to his team. "What's your name, sweetie?" he then asks me. I'm still in shock, though. I don't remember my name. "Can you tell me? We need to know who you are."

Finally, I whisper out in a scratchy voice, "Isabella Swan."