Hey! My first fan-fic, I don't own anything Twilight. Some characters are not from Twilight though, like Dr. Ross :)

The room was white and dull. It had taken Bella several visits to get used to this surrounding. Nowadays she just made sure she did not wear white, which was no problem. White really wasn't Bella's color as she was so pale already, and blending in with the walls was not a good idea. Afterall dr Ross needed to be able to see her. Not that Bella had a very vivid range of facial expression during these sessions anyway. It was Dr. Ross who delivered the facial expressions: the occasional rising of the left eyebrow to show that she was paying attention despite looking devastatingly bored.
"I've had dreams" Bella said thoughtfully.
"The same ones as before?" Dr Ross guessed.
Bella gave it some thought with a small smile on her lips. This used to be a common topic at the therapist's office, but up until recently Bella hadn't dreamt much. Her smile faded as she thought about her dreams.
"Nightmares" she finally said.
Ross nodded and asked Bella to explain further, which she did.
"I dream about an ex-boyfriend every night. Someone I dated a very long time ago in High school", here she paused and leaned forward towards as if she was about to share a secret: "I'm very old" Bella said seriously.
It was meant as a joke, but Dr. Ross didn't even blink.
Bella sighed. It was an impossible mission to make her therapist smile.
"What are the dreams like?" Ross asked.
"At first they were lovely, but now they're all unplesant. More often, they are downright scary. Sometimes all I see is his face with this grim expression I don't recognize. It is not like I remember him and I have no idea why I suddenly dream about him."
Ross cleared her throat and corrected her glasses as doctors in movies often seem to do when they want to stress their importance. Ross was in her fifties: brown (obviously dyed) shoulder-length hair and two green peering eyes. She constantly wore a frown and liked to clear her throat, a lot.
"Is he "the one that got away"?" She asked.
Bella laughed softly.

"Are you implying that I dream about my first love because another one of my relationships has just gone down the drain, and I'm in my thirties afraid that I'm going to die alone?"

Dr. Ross shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm not implying anything, but it would be natural to feel that way."

Because it's a possibilty? Bella wondered to herself, not liking the thought very much. For a few seconds she regretted ever dumping James just two weeks earlier, until she came to her senses and remembered why she had dumped him in the first place. Because he had brought up the fact that he wanted to be a father someday. Bella had known then that their relationship couldn't evolve much more since she didn't share his dream. Then of course, it turned out that James viewed their relationship far more seriously than Bella did, and things went downhill and got very awkard from that point on.

Bella sighed and shrugged her shoulders. The only change in her life she could come to think of was that she and Jacob, that is another ex-boyfriend but now best friend, were not really as close as they used to be.
"I guess it's because Jake is slipping away and I cling onto old memories of everyone these days" she said, admitting that she was often feeling nostalgic.
Ross looked through her notes as if she'd written this down.
"This is the first time you've mentioned Jacob in eight weeks" she stated.
Bella shrugged her shoulders again.
"Maybe I'm accepting that we have our own lives?" Bella guessed. "I don't know how he is though. He wouldn't tell me if there was something wrong. Jacob is kind of open. However, some things he doesn't talk about. I wouldn't know if we had unfinished business" Bella said.
Ross nodded to show that she was listening.
"That is the Black's family way" Bella said ironically. "His father was…"
Ross interrupted Bella with a pen in the air. Her eyes were bigger than Bella was used to seeing them.
"Black?" Ross chimed in, her voice high pitched and nervous.
Bella looked confused.
"Yes, Black. Jacob Black. You know, first name and sur-name…" Bella said.
Ross looked as if she was feeling sick. Bella laughed.
"Don't like it? I always thought Jacob was an okay name but I guess…"
Ross shook her head quickly and looked up from her note-pad.
"The name is fine. I think I…" she paused. "I think I know his sister."
Bella felt confused now. Ross was acting weird.
"The same high school? But the age difference…" she began, but was quickly interrupted by Ross who waved with her hand as if telling Bella to continue.
"Now, let's go back to the subject" she ordered.
Bella left therapy feeling quite confused. Maybe Ross wasn't that professional after all. To be fair, therapy wasn't professional - it wasn't giving that much. However Bella liked chatting away once a week. It made her feel important, even if someone was getting paid to listen.
When she biked off to work her mind was not on the road. As she often did, Bella felt watched. She was so used to it by now she never stopped in her tracks to take a look around anymore. Also, lately Bella had been so consumed by her thoughts she wouldn't think the thought. Bella, being so up in her own head, therefore didn't notice the something that sprung in front of her bike. Too late she hit the brake and fell off her bike immediately. It was strangely not dramatic when she hit her head and it all went black.

Bella had peculiar dreams. She had never been a very vivid dreamer, but the last few weeks she'd dreamt things, seen things, she hadn't seen in years – not even in her own head. Bella dreamt of her old high school love – the father of her child and the love of her life. Truth was, she hadn't thought much about him until the dreams had started a few weeks ago.
She was just in the middle of a dream – a dream where he had told her he'd been there the whole time! He'd never left her! They were laughing about that when a door opening woke her up.
When the doctor came in, Bella felt confused. She was expecting her first love to enter and not this man.
"You hit your head pretty badly" he said.
When he said it, Bella felt it. It hurt.
"Concussion?" She guessed wincing.
He nodded.
"A small one. You know, Bella" he stopped and smiled slightly. "Miss Swan" he corrected himself and Bella rolled her eyes at his formality. "This seems to be a reoccurring…"
Bella interrupted him with laughter.
"Oh no. See my son, likes to point out the fact that I'm clumsy, but this time, doctor I swear, this one wasn't my fault. Something was in the way and I…"
"Should wear a helmet" he filled in raising one eyebrow.
Bella smiled shrewdly and the doctor chuckled.
"Sam, doctor, please don't tell Jacob. He and Anthony both seem to enjoy this" Bella told him.
Sam seemed to think about it and then his dark eyes met Bella's. He looked… worried?
"If I ever saw my brother these days, I'd tell him."
She knew what was coming. Sam was Jacob's big brother. The two of them had always been close, but nowadays Jacob didn't confide as much in his older brother that he used to when he was younger, which often lead to Sam worrying.
"Do you know what he's up to? It's not like him to never be seen."
Bella shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
"I honestly don't know, but he's happy right?" she guessed.
Now it was Sam's time to shrug his shoulders.
"Who knows? He's secretive, even with his happiness" he sighed.
He was about to say something else when someone bolted into the room with a speed Bella knew to be her son. Right, she was. A boy aged seventeen entered the room. His hair was bronze-colored and out of control. His eyes bright green. His skin pale.
"Mom" he said worriedly. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Bella nodded, and he smiled slightly.

"You almost killed an innocent puppy."

Bella nearly jumped right out of her bed. She loved puppies!
"Where is it? Is it alive?" She gasped.
Anthony didn't answer right away.
"Anthony!" Bella nearly yelled.
He smiled wider.
"The puppy's fine, just a little shocked I suppose, but who wouldn't be? It was close."
"However" Sam chimed in. "It appears to be a stray dog. They will either put him down or if you know someone who'd like to take him home…"
Bella took a deep breath out of relief.
"Me" she said decisively.
"You?" Sam frowned.
She nodded eagerly.
"I will take him home."
"You will have to talk to the veterinary first though. I tried talking him into it, but he seemed doubtful" Antony said.
In two seconds Bella had jumped out of bed, forgetting all about her headache and ran down the hallway, right into the vet's office that was practically next door. The veterinary was no other than Jack Newton – her neighbor and a very eager pupil who wanted to know all there was about flowers – an area that Bella so happened to be an expert in.
"If you don't give me that dog, I swear I will never help you with your garden ever again. Say goodbye to those purple freesias because I certainly don't see them making a return next spring" she threatened. She took a deep breath, ready to continue her rant. "How sad" she began dramatically,
"Because they fitted so perfectly with those beautiful pink roses that you absolutely adore, that are, by the way, probably not going to last another winter, seeing as to how you're refusing to give me the dog..."
Jack Newton was beginning to sweat. He was scared by the thought of Bella not helping him with his garden, because he loved his garden. Ever since he'd gotten Bella as a neighbor his garden had never looked better. It was wonderful! It was not only that, but Jack Newton had a soft spot for Bella too and couldn't stand the thought of her being cross with him.
"Miss Swan, Bella, the freesias… "he began, but was quickly interrupted by Bella's threatening finger in the air.
"Don't! She said harshly. "Consider them dead!"
Jack Newton swallowed hard.
"No, they will be fine. See, the dog is yours" he said nervously.
Bella immediately lit up in a smile.
"You're golden Jack! Still up for that cup of tea tomorrow? I'll teach you how to treat those tulips!" she said happily.
Jack looked relieved.
"You bet, see you then."

Bella was shown to the room where the puppy was. She welcomed any opportunity that would distract her from thinking too much or dwelling in the past. A puppy was that kind of opportunity. The puppy was small. He couldn't be that old. He was pitch black and looked quite nervous. She petted him somewhat awkwardly. Bella had never owned a pet, but she liked the feeling of his soft fur under her fingers. And he had the most adoring eyes: they were dark and she could see he did not feel safe at all. He was being honest. She liked that.

"Since we're being honest" Bella said, clearing her throat. "I'm done with men"she declared aloud, who looked even more nervous now. She then smiled shrewdly. "Well not completely. You will be my only man huh?" Was it just Bella or did the puppy look relieved at this? "What should we name you…" she pondered.
She thought about it and almost laughed out loud at the idiocy of her thought.
"We should honor the men in my life, so why not name you after the one who ruined it all?"

Bella laughed again. She must be crazy naming a dog after him."It's perfect" she smiled.