DISCLAIMER:

I OWN NOTHING!!.....although I want to....well....i do own the plot

Life can pass you by really fast. The better moments are faster...and the worst moments are slower. This is what most people would think if they were in a fairytale. Personally, our heroine believes that if you having a good moment, you can make it as long as you want it, this story doesn't begin with something good like a kiss, it begins with a breath of fresh air, from the ward at Forks General Hospital. Amitola opened her eyes. The pristine surroundings almost blinded her with reflections from the sun.
"Ah, Miss Allen, good to see you're awake" a male voice was speaking to her. As her vision came back, the doctor before her wasn't your ordinary doctor; he was more of a model. Blonde hair, pale skin and lovely eyes. However there something not quite right with the way he seemed to talk to her, like it was more business than actually seeing if she was OK. She nodded, and was about to say something until the doors burst open. Charlie Swan, the chief of police was running toward her.
"Amy? Oh my god! Are you OK? Billy and Jacob are worried sick!" His voice was rushed, filled with pauses for breaths but still concerning.
"Charlie, I'm fine honestly but I can't remember" She couldn't speak. The power of speech vanished in mid-sentence. Emotions rushed through her. She knew what was coming...she had to leave, and fast.