A/N: Hello, people! Here is a new story! Well, not too new. I wrote it a while ago and decided to post it to see what people think.

I don't own Twilight.

This was beta'd by flamingpen18.

ENJOY!

Where am I? Why is it so dark?

"Hello?" I called out.

"Bella! Nurse!" That was Charlie.

"Dad?" I asked in confusion. Why is he spazzing? "Calm down, Dad, I'm fine. Why is it so dark in here?"I asked. I could feel my father's hands clasp mine.

"I'm right here, Bells," he said, giving my hand a tight squeeze.

"Dad? Where are we? What's going on?" I began to panic, thinking of the worst scenario.

"Bells, you decided to learn how to ride a motorcycle, and you didn't tell me. You were with Jacob and had an accident. Your head slammed against a rock, which jostled some things, and somehow, it caused permanent blindness," he explained.

Look at that! Pardon the horrible pun, but my worst scenario was correct.

I'm blind. I'll never see again. My thoughts took a turn for the worst, and depression hung over me like a cloud. I'm alone, I thought. I have nothing to live for now.

I could feel the hot tears coming. Charlie squeezed my hand tighter. He knew that I wasn't a crier and understood that I was suffering. A sharp pain in my chest stole my breath. Again? Why does this hurt so much? Ever since they left, the pain is more frequent. It's sharp, and it burns like when James bit me. It doesn't last long, but it's horrible!

It went as soon as it came. Then there were many people in the room.

"Chief Swan, we need to speak with you," one of the many voices I was hearing said.

"I'll be back, Bells." Charlie kissed my head, and his warmth disappeared. I could hear their footsteps getting farther away.

"She is permanently blind but-" the first voice was cut off.

"But her other senses are very heightened. Usually it takes several months for the other senses to grow stronger, but she's already surpassed that stage," finished the second.

I can hear them! I realized. I can hear them! What is going on?

The second doctor continued, "She'll probably be depressed for a while and will be given sedatives on a regular basis until she is okay on her own."

They're going to drug me up?

I could hear someone walking to the room. I could also hear the familiar flicking of a needle. Finally, the scent of the sedative washed over me. "I don't need to be sedated," I told the person quickly.

The footsteps faltered, and a woman's voice sounded, "How did you…...I'm sorry dear, but I was ordered."

Crap!

"The nurse should be giving her it now," the first doctor finished.

I hate needles!

ONE MONTH LATER

Due to my disability, school really became difficult. So thanks to my over achieving attitude, I had already fulfilled all the requirements for graduation and was able to graduate ahead of my peers. That allowed me to focus on learning braille. Literally, my days consisted of braille, and I memorized everything quickly, which brings my confusion to the forefront. Anything I learn about remains in my memory. Odd.

I can't understand why, but I like it! It does have it's downers though. I can remember Edward's rejection perfectly, and how I spent the months after, drowning myself in the same song over and over. The song is a great song, but it kept the depression in check and made sure that the pain stayed. The Lonely was my companion. The only CD that I didn't break and trash was a Christina Perri one that seemed apropos for my current predicament. I listen to more music now, but I have yet to pick a favorite.

I took a walk around the back yard. Somehow, I know where I'm going even though I can't see. Maybe I have ESP or something. I could hear the cruiser coming down the street and began to wonder if I should tell Charlie. Would he freak out knowing that I can smell it when it's going to storm? He was going to Olympia tomorrow, and I just want him to be safe.

"Hey, Bells, how was your day?" Charlie asked as he met me at the back door.

"Okay. I got caught up with some more modern music earlier. I only liked half of what I heard. The rest was garbage," I told him.

"Oh! Well, good," he said awkwardly.

A WEEK LATER

"Bella, do you prefer pepperoni or bacon?!" I heard Charlie call from the house.

"Yes," I answered back.

Charlie walked inside mumbling, "Kids, smart mouthed, can't give a straight answer."

One thing that I haven't told Charlie is how well my senses have developed. He knows up to a point, but he doesn't really want all the information.

I sighed in boredom. Jake feels guilty for what happened to me and refuses to come around, even though it was my decision to ride the motorcycle. So music has become my life. I'm glad that accident didn't make me deaf as well. That would've been unbearable.

Some of the newer music strikes little chords in like how some songs talk about what the person should have done in their relationship, and now they know they were wrong, or another who won't let their breakup take them down, and that it'll make them stronger. Then there is this stupid cup one that I can't help but like. Apparently, it became famous because of a movie and now everybody and their brother is doing it. I listened to the movie, and the fact that people can do that with their mouths is amazing. I wonder if I can do that.

As I hummed the cup song, I thought about my blindness. I wish I could see that movie. I bet it was great, especially since the main character sounded a lot like Jessica but not as snooty. I wonder if they look alike?

I heard a creak and my head whipped to the right, so I can hear better.

"Who's there?" I demanded.

Then, a deep southern drawl that I hadn't expected to hear, came to me in the darkness.

"Bella?"

A/N: This is the first chapter of the story.

Please tell me what you thought. Should I continue it or not?

See ya, maybe! :)