A/N: Okay peeps first off thanks for readinn my piece of crap! I'm muy nervous about posting this but i thought what the hay! I read it enough! This is un-Beta'd so baree with my on the grammar and spelling and crap! Meanwhile this is Femmslash so if you got problems with that don't read this! I read one AliceBella fic and fell in love with the pairing! Bella is extremmly OOC in this because well yah she needs to be! Its been awhile since i read the books so all the characters might seem a little off! Welp its 1:00am here in Texas so I'm off to bed! Please please enjoy and i will most likely have an update for you laterr on today(: TEAM ALICE!
Disclaimer: If i owned Alice i would lock her away and keep her as my personal sex slave so no I own nothing, big ups to Mrs. Meyer though!
Not Really Living-Prologue
July 28, 2007-Phoenix, Arizona
My name is Isabella Swan I'm 17 years old, and I can't remember anything in my past. I remember things like, how to tie my shoe and how to read. Also, I remember frivolous things. Like the theme song to my favorite cartoon. The password to my MySpace page, but that's as much remembering I can do. I have no idea who my parents are. I have no recollection of my childhood dreams. I don't know if I had ever been in love or if I had a best friend. All I know is that one day my brain decided that it had had enough. The doctor says it wiped its self clean and that I would most likely never recover my old memories.
My "mom" cried when they told her. I had a rare form of Amnesia, triggered by a traumatic event. That's well and good but I for the life of me remember what had triggered it.
I constantly wondered what had happened that was terrible that my brain couldn't handle it anymore. What the fuck happened to me? An even better question, who the fuck am I?
My mother, Renee was so heartbroken she could barely speak to me. This really didn't bother me much because I couldn't remember her. How can you feel for a stranger? I don't have a personality anymore, not that I remember what I was like before the 'incident', but most days I just go through the motions in life. Wake up, take a shower, get dressed, skip breakfast, ride the metro to school, and pretend like I know what the hell the teachers are trying to teach me.
I don't like my life most people would say, "Hey! At least you're alive". But I am not really living.
My name's Isabella Swan, I'm 17 years old and I can't remember anything in my past.