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Sarah's POV

Margaret dumped the next batch of files on my desk, she grinned at me. I grinned back sweetly. "Thanks, I was just getting bored."

That pissed her off. She pouted and turned to leave. I was one of the only people that didn't hate working. I didn't love it, but I put as much enthusiasm into it as I could manage.

I reached out to grab the files and my hands brushed past my stack of books. My eyes automatically drew towards the book in the middle. Twilight. I scoffed.

I, like many curious people, had read the book. It wasn't quite my taste but my co-workers had been bragging about it. I figured I was more compelled to be on Jacob's side. Sure he had some temper issues but he was so helpful to Bella all along.

I sighed and went back to work, the files needed a lot more attention than usual. I finished work late and headed outside. My car was parked across the road. I turned startled in the dark at the noise of drunk man.

Panicking, I walked quickly to cross the road. My apartment was a few blocks from here. Sure, I was poor, but I had to help my mother. She'd only passed recently, cancer. I had to pay all her medical bills and only recently paid of my debt. Now I was a free woman and now all the money I earned could go towards a better house, a better car.

The drunk men sounded closer and I turned to make sure they weren't heading to me. I knew all about what drunk men were capable of. I forced the memory away but still I began to panic. I reached for my inhaler as my breaths became more panicked. The street was in view now and I crossed it. No one ever used this road. No one. Not since half of it had been ruined from street racing.

And that's why I didn't expect the car.

~%~%~%~

Beeping. A constant thump. Lights blared on my closed eyelids. So bright. I opened my eyes carefully, sluggishly. I must have been out for a while. My hands touched something warm before it disappeared.

I looked to it and found a man standing there with deep brown hair. His chocolate brown eyes stared at me worryingly. "Hey Bella. I'm glad you're okay."

I frowned, Bella? Who was Bella? I shrugged it off and looked around the room. There was a man in a white coat, doctor. Why was in hospital? I tried to remember…

The car. I remembered now. I began breathing faster, my hands trembling. I had been so close to death. The beeping became louder, more frequent. I began to worry, where was my inhaler? I searched the white room frantically.

The doctor raced over me and placed his hand to my wrist. So cold. My breathing was out of hand, but it wasn't suffocating. "Bella, please calm down. You're safe, you're in the hospital."

I looked to him with confused eyes, unable to find my voice in this bright room. "You fainted and hit your head. You'll be fine."

The man with chocolate eyes turned to me again and reached his hand out to me. I flinched, who was this man and why did he want to touch me! The man's face distorted in confusion. "Bella. Are you okay?"

I shook my head, coughing a few times. My breath still raced but I somehow managed to get the words out. "W-who are y-you?"

The man frowned worryingly. His deep chocolate eyes concerned. "I'm your father Bella."

~%~%~%~

Sarah laid shocked on the bed. Clearly this man was confused. She had never known him in her entire life. Sarah tried to process what was going on, her brain racing. She must have died, that car was going so fast. It must have killed her instantly. So she was in heaven? No, this felt too real to her.

Sarah cocked her eyebrow, her mouth twitching in an amusing smile. She decided it was best to just go along with the delusion, maybe she would eventually wake-up. "Alright, could you spell your name for me please?"

Sarah knew asking him his name straight out may be bad for her. She wanted to pretend to be this 'Bella'. Obviously she was here for a reason, she knew to end her dreams she normally had to accomplish something.

The man frowned, glancing briefly at the doctor with concern. Sarah watched as the doctor turned to her. "Do you not remember? My name is Jack Speckler, this here is Charlie Swan."

Charlie Swan? That name rang a bell to Sarah, but she couldn't quite remember much yet. She formed the words with her mouth, testing to see if they felt right. It looked odd to the other people in the room, her words forming silent sounds.

Finally Sarah cleared her throat. "Sorry. I remember now. When can I go home?"

"I will do a quick examination with you. If everything checks up we can have a nurse come and discharge you." The doctor motioned Charlie to follow him out of the room. Sarah listened as their footsteps padded along the tiled floor.

The doctors didn't consider the fact that Sarah could still hear them. "Charlie, I think she shows some signs of amnesia, if you notice anything else please bring her back in."

Sarah did not like this. She reminded herself to try better at being 'Bella'. "Of course . I'll take the day off at the station, keep an eye on her."

"Sounds good Charlie. I'll quickly check her over and you should be right to leave." Sarah quickly turned the other direction as she heard the two men finishing up. They entered and were greeted by Sarah's smiling face.

~%~%~%~

"So Bells. I'm hoping you'll be right for school next week. If you aren't though make sure to tell me."

Sarah considered this for a moment. Her gaze wandered out of the cruisers windows. Charlie was now driving her home. The way Charlie spoke made her feel like 'Bella' would insist on going to school, and that she was fine. Masochist, Sarah chuckled at her thoughts before turning to Charlie.

"No Dad," Sarah lingered on the word dad, uncomfortable with calling this man her father. He did not notice. "I'll be fine."

Charlie nodded and they were left in a comfortable silence. Sarah tried again to remember something. Anything. Slowly she was piecing together her life. She remembered most things, including the day of the accident.

Something was still bugging her. This was all so familiar: Bella, Charlie, Police chief. What was this? To Sarah, Bella sounded like a very perfect character, almost like out of a book.

Sarah gasped, her jaw dropping. Charlie noticed and turned to her worriedly. "Dad. When you and Rene were married…" Sarah let her words trail off, waiting for him to confirm her suspicion.

Charlie frowned but nodded. "Go on Bella. What about your mother?" Sarah was shocked again with more evidence to her suspicions. She refused to gasp though.

"Nothing. When will we get home?" Sarah looked out the window again and was expecting what surrounded her.

Sarah smiled at the lush green forest, the cloudy weather standing out most to her. The road was slowly leading to the town and soon she would see the home of the stories.

Charlie needn't tell her when as after a few moments they pulled into the drive of the story.

Sarah hesitated, how could this be real? Sarah resisted the urge to hyper-ventilate again. Charlie grabbed her bag for her and opened the front door. He gestured for her to come in.

Slowly and clumsily she made her way to the door. She managed to trip twice. Sarah found amusement in that, the book hadn't lied about 'Bella's' clumsiness. Sarah knew exactly where to go, which helped with her I am Bella swan undertaking.

Charlie followed her upstairs to put her bag away. He then kindly told her to come down for dinner soon and left. Sarah grinned, he really didn't hover.

~%~%~%~

She laid in bed. Sarah had no idea what to do. If this was her life now, did that mean that she too would meet wolves and vampires? Sarah sighed dreamily. Jacob. She stopped the though. Sarah wanted to go back to her old life, she was finally free to do what she wanted and then she- well. She died.

Did Sarah die? Sarah didn't feel dead. The girl sighed and went to look in the mirror again. The sight that greeted her never failed to surprise her. Sarah now stood in a body with a rounder pale face. Her hair billowed out in waves of brown and faint red. Her eyes were a deep brown, exactly like Charlies.

The girl was not plain, like described in the books. Edward had been right all along and now Sarah could confirm it. She was beautiful.

Sarah's old body had been ugly compared to this master piece. The girl felt slightly delirious.

She knew this was the story now. So much fit. What did it mean then? Was she dead? That made the most sense to Sarah as she went to flick of the lights. Sarah was exhausted, even if she was dead. As she crawled into bed she tried to remember everything she knew about 'Twilight'.

A/N: Hello, please review and tell me if you want me to continue this.

I also have a question: Are you alright with third person view? Or does it make it hard to read ETC?