A/N: So I have decided to post this story again. I recently gained some inspiration to carry on writing, so I've edited every chapter and added some additional. I have deleted all 10 chapters and will be reposting them in the coming weeks. For those of you who have previously read this story, I have now changed the main characters name to Jennifer rather than Hanna, as I thought it suited my character better. But the plot is still the same. I'm currently 3/4 of the way through writing the chapters that follow the Twilight storyline.

I hope you all enjoy this story and love Carlisle and Jennifer's relationship as much as I do.


I had a plan. I had my life planned out for me - planned to the very last detail. Though people saw me as being erratic and sometimes rather impulsive, the part of me that dreamed of my life ahead had prepared for everything - or so I thought. It turns out, that life isn't as predictable as I'd been taught by movies and books as a child. Happily ever afters didn't come easily, nothing was simple. Nobody could have predicted that Carlisle would enter my life. Nobody could have predicted that I would not turn out to be just a small town doctor, with a pleasant family, a comfortable home environment and a stable amount of money.

I could be angry with Carlisle, for spoiling the plans that I had spent hours working on at a young age. But how could I, when he had brought me the only love I would ever experience? How could I, when really he made me happier than anybody else in the world? Even if, for some inexplicable reason, Carlisle never entered my life, things would have still come down to this. I would still be suffering. I would still be in pain.

The pain lived inside of me, growing and whisking it's way through my brain, tearing me apart as if I was nothing but a cheap rag doll. It had stripped me of me and wasn't going to stop till there was nothing left. Something I could have never expected - something I could have never planned for. My family weren't prepared. Carlisle wasn't prepared. I, myself, wasn't prepared. So how was it fair? How was it fair, that this happened to me?

"Carlisle..." I entered the hospital in a panicked state. "Dr Cullen. You need to tell me where Dr Cullen is right now!" I had never been one to shout, until now.

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?" My anger only grew - anger at a situation that should have never happened in the first place.

"No, but you will pick up that phone right now and call him. Tell him, that Jennifer Swan is here to see him. Tell him, that it's an emergency," I had never been so afraid in my life. Even after all the unplanned events I'd experienced. This was the worst - by far the most unimaginable. I needed him. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, I needed Carlisle Cullen.

"Miss Swan, I think you need to calm down." The woman's sharp tone annoyed me, but I forced myself to calm down, forcing down the thing inside me that told me to scream at her.

"I'm sorry, but please. I need him right now. It's an emergency." I stressed hard on the word, hoping to get my point across without projecting what had happened to the world. "He'll be angry if he finds out that I was here and you refused to call him."

This seemed to convince the woman. Typical, yet another woman who sought Carlisle Cullen's approval. But why was I annoyed that other women liked him? What was wrong with me? I'd never been the jealous type.

"Dr Cullen... Yes, I have a patient here to see you, she claims that it's an emergency." The woman avoided my angered eyes as she spoke down the phone. "Yes, I've tried telling her... Her name is Jennifer Swan." As soon as my name was mentioned, the phone call ended. "Dr Cullen is on his way."

"Thank God." I heaved a deep sigh of relief, stepping away from the desk and focusing my eyes on the staircase, where I knew for certain he would arrive. I quickly regretted the movement, as a wave of dizziness overcame me and the area around me spun in sickening merry-go-round circles. Bile rose and burned the back of my throat. My head felt ready to explode.

Carlisle arrived, looking slightly disheveled and confused, unlike his normal state of presence. In an instant, his eyes were locked on me, worriedly watching as I gripped onto the very edge of the desk, holding myself steady on the ground.

"Jennifer..." His voice was low and musical in my ear, he'd arrived at my side within seconds. "Jenny, what's happened? Are you alright?" His eyes flew over me, studying every inch of my body, searching for the answer. But my pain was hidden deep inside of me. An invisible killer.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner... I was angry..." A single tear slipped down my cheek and Carlisle quickly wiped it away with his thumb.

"What are you talking about?" Carlisle brushed my short, chestnut brown hair away from my face. His cool hand oddly did nothing to soothe the pain building in my head. "What's wrong?"

"My bag, it will tell you everything..." My eyes were drooping and I could feel my muscles tightening. The room was closing in on me. As soon as I stumbled, Carlisle threw his arms around me, easily carrying my weight. His eyes shone with pain. "Please help me..." I whispered.

"Jenny, you need to keep your eyes open. Stay awake," Carlisle ordered in a panic-stricken tone. "Please," he added desperately.

My eyes felt heavy. "I-"

It happened. A sudden surge of pain seized my brain - a thousand needles ripping it to pieces. Cries ripped through my throat as I lost control of my twitching body. I slipped into darkness, Carlisle's pained voice drowning around me. At least I had seen him one last time…