A/N: This is my first fan-fic. I hope that you guys like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters in my story.
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"Bella?" I heard someone call out to me, someone who's voice sounded very familiar but I couldn't make it out. I was still out of it, since I hadn't woken up fully just yet. I felt a familiar pull at my mind telling me, I was going to wake up, but I couldn't help but cling to the unconscious state I was in, afraid that if I did give in, I would somehow forget everything.
As I opened my eyes and looked around at the blinding white room I couldn't help but feel utterly confused. How did I wind you here when I had fallen asleep in Edward's strong, protective arms not but a few hours ago? I looked around the room that was starting to make my head pound.
As the pain started to die down I saw who the voice belonged to. Renee, my mother, she looked so worried. I wanted to tell her everything was okay, but I couldn't. Everything was not okay! What happened? Where am I? Where is Edward? I thought of tons more questions to ask, wondering how I had wound up in this horrible place. But all I could get out was "Mom?"
"Yes, baby it's me. Your dad is here too." As she said that I saw him appear over her shoulder. It was then that I realized I was sitting against the painfully white wall on the hard, cold floor. "We thought you weren't going to come back." She continued, with relief coming into her voice. I wasn't going to come back? From where? I thought to myself, confused again. I looked away from her worry filled eyes to look around the room that I was in. Everything was white, the walls, the floor, the bed, everything. It was then I realized where I was. As the realization kicked in I started to freak out.
"Where am I? What happened? Where's Edward?" I asked all 3 of the questions that had first came into my mind to my concerned parents before they could even have a chance to answer one. As soon as the word Edward left my mouth, I saw my father's face harden dramatically.
My mother on the other hand looked very upset at my last question. Her face then turned back to concern as she told me, "Sweetie Edward doesn't exist."
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