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Prologue

The first thing I was aware of was the burning in the back of my throat. It felt like someone had `taken a pound of steel wool and pulled it up and down my esophagus. Then I heard the buzz of equipment, and the steady beat of a heart monitor.

My heart beat.

I was alive.

Ugh, I'd rather be dead.

"Bella? Bella, honey, are you awake?"

"M-mom?"

My eyes opened carefully, and I saw my mother, Renee sitting in the chair next to my bed, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Oh, baby. I'm so glad you're awake."

I nodded lightly, and then noticed the cup on the bedside table. She must have seen my eyes because she quickly picked it up and held it for me. I practically downed the whole thing.

"Easy, sweetheart. You don't want to get sick."

"What happened, Mom? Where's dad?"

"He just went to get some food, baby. He'll be back in a minute."

She smoothed back my hair, watching me like I was going to disappear. I was about to ask what happened again, when a tall, handsome doctor walked in.

"Ah, I see you've woken up, Isabella. Very good. You were out for quite a while but it's nice to see those eyes I've been hearing so much about." He winked at me and picked up my chart. "Now, Isabella, I'm Dr. King, and I'm going to ask you a few questions, okay?"

I nodded. What the hell is going on?

"Can you tell me what happened?"

I tried to think—hard. But nothing came. It was like there was this fog in my mind and I just couldn't see through it.

"The last thing I remember was getting on the plane for Forks." Then it hit me. "Oh My God the plane crashed, didn't it? Am I okay? Where are we? What about those other people? Oh My God!"

"Shshh, Isabella, calm down. It's okay. There wasn't a plane crash. And apart from some stitches above your eye and a mild concussion, you're absolutely fine." Dr. King was patting my leg, trying to comfort me. Something still wasn't right.

"What happened? I want to know."

My mother gripped my hand a little tighter and the Doctor sighed, "Bella you went cliff diving about five days ago, now. You got pulled into the undertow, and you almost drowned. You were saved by someone; someone you knew in Forks. Edward Cullen."

"How could I have gone cliff diving? I hate heights. And how could I know anyone there? I never even made it to Forks."

"Bella, you're in Forks now." My mother was staring at me wide-eyed, as though I had just sprouted another head. I looked around the room, and sure enough it was unfamiliar. I had become well acquainted with every room in every hospital in Phoenix. This was not one of them.

Crap.

"When Edward got to you, Isabella, you were unconscious. He had you here very quickly, though. If it hadn't been for his quick thinking, we might not be having this conversation."

Dr. King smiled sadly at me, and I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"What was the name of the man who saved me?"

"Uh, Edward Cullen."

"Edward."

The name felt unfamiliar on my lips, and as soon as I said it, a very pale bronze haired man appeared in the doorway.

"Bella? Oh, Bella, Thank God you're awake."

My eyes widened in shock. How did he know my name? Why did he even care? What the hell was happening to me? I looked over to my mother. She looked quickly from me, to the man, to the Doctor, then back to me.

"Bella, don't you know who that is?"

I looked at her blankly.

"Honey, that's Edward. Don't you remember him?"

She looked at me, clearly puzzled, and I shifted my gaze back to the pale man. He was watching me anxiously with soft butterscotch colored eyes, his body tensed waiting for me to speak.

"No. I don't know who that is."