~*Author's Note and Disclaimer*~
Twilight and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
This is my new story. It's a multi-chapter Edward and Bella story, although it's not very conventional. It is very different from my other stories (which are Bella/James and Alice/Bella) but I like it a lot so far.
Also, these updates will be relatively short. Usually my updates are around 4,500-6000 words, and these will be noticeably shorter, at least near the beginning.
I started writing this quite some time ago, but about two months ago I got really motivated to work on it. In my other story, Bella lies and says she has amnesia, but it got me thinking about how I would actually write someone with amnesia. The outline is complete, so don't be afraid that I don't have an ending in mind. I do. :)
I actually posted this chapter a long time ago, but then I deleted the story. I had doubts about posting it, and those doubts got the better of me.
This time they won't.
I am just curious to see what kind of reaction it will get, because if there isn't much of one, I'm not going to continue to post it.
**Also, I am aware that there is another amnesia story that was recently posted. I assure you, I had no knowledge of that story when I started writing this one. The two stories are very different. I debated on whether or not to acknowledge the other story, but I want to be up front with you readers so nothing untoward is suspected on my behalf.**
So, here you go. I hope you enjoy.
*~*~*~This story is currently on hiatus. I will be revamping and rewriting the entire thing. Subsequent chapters have been deleted.~*~*~*
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Roses.
I'm in a garden?
No, no, that's not right. I'm in a bed. This isn't a garden.
No, it is a heavy perfume. Not real roses. A blurry figure hovers to the left of my bed. The source of the smell. The godawful sound of metal pulverizing metal echoes in my ears, with the unending hum of a heart monitor interwoven. The harsh scent of chemicals coupled with an undertone of coppery blood sears my nostrils. Debilitating pain radiates outwards from my heart and throughout my chest, turning my thoughts hazy. At least I think it's the pain.
Light, above me. Bright.
Too bright.
My eyes burn and water before my eyelids slam down tightly against the assault, trying to escape the white-hot light.
"Shh, calm down now, Honey. It'll all feel better in a moment."
The screeching subsides. All I hear is the solid, uninterrupted whine of a heart gone still.
Black.
Everything is blessedly dark again.
Quiet.
Silence, anything but peaceful.
The aching is gone; my chest is merely an empty cavern now.
Dead nerves. No pain.
Finally.
The thoughts stop.
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Emptiness.
I am so empty.
Pieces are missing. Vital pieces.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I prefer to go by Bella. I was born in Forks, Washington. My parents divorced when I was young. I attended Forks High School. I decided to attend Cornell University for English. I can even vaguely remember the first day of classes. That is, until I step into the library. There is the memory of that comforting smell of dusty books. Then...
Nothing.
Only the feeling that this is wrong.
Time has passed since then. Time that I can't account for.
Missing.
I am missing something important.
Come back to me, please.
I don't know who I am talking to.
I only know that I cannot survive without them.
Please.
Pain.
Blissful quiet.