Author's Note – I want to take a break from some of my stories, in fact I might actually delete some, because I like to focus on one thing at a time, let me know what you think of that. But for now I am going to provide you with a new story, I'm spitting out whatever comes to thought as I write this, if you think I should write from a different book, instead of Twilight since that's all I do, please let me know. I wouldn't mind and I would be up for the challenge! Thank you.

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"Bella? –" The husky voice paused, and I did not surface from the darkness eluded around me. "Bella," The voice tried again, approaching my ears, but never was I able to respond. I wanted to, believe me. I wanted to scream to him that I could hear him, but I couldn't. Hot tears were streaming down his face and onto my skin, I could feel and hear everything, but barley see a thing. Nothing. My mind was full of nothing. Nothing but darkness, and voices that were being spoken around me.

"She won't respond, but her pulse is fine, she has to be awake." I had heard a voice that sounded more civil, from a time long ago perhaps taken aback by the Pride & Prejudice times, his cold hands – whoever he was – on my wrist. I couldn't name these voices; I mean the people who were them. I squinted my eyes shut, and pursed my lips into a tight hard line. That made them react quickly, murmuring around my response. The blaring light on the ceiling made my eyes snap shut again and I groaned, everything hurt. What had happened? And where am I?

"Bella," The husky voice tried again, and I opened my eyes, sitting up.

"What?" I snapped, "Will you shut up? I obviously didn't respond the first time for a reason."

I heard a quiet snicker, from afar and snapped my head to look up at a tall man with bronze hair swept over his face, the olive skin boy had growled glaring at him. I was in a room of pale freaks, and I was one of them too. I huffed and looked around before bringing my focus back to the olive tone man, who was standing next to another pale man with almost bleach blonde hair in lab coat, and a clipboard close to his side. "I'm sorry." I said softly and knitted my eyebrows in confusion, my arms tightly crossed my chest; I was more frustrated then anything.

"Bella, do you know where you are?" The blonde man stepped forward.

"Considering, there are bright lights everywhere, and I'm sitting in a very uncomfortable bed that moves every five seconds, with a shitty TV and phone, and a man in a lab coat is talking to me. I'm either in a chemistry lab so they can discover why I'm so fucking pale, or the hospital." I sat back against the bed, and hit my head hearing a small giggle.

"Still accident prone." A small petite girl smiled with glee, she was short, shorter than anyone in the room, and her hair poked in every direction.

"You're in the hospital, yes. Do you know who we are?"

"Nope," I looked around at all of the people who were speaking, there was the blonde doctor – I presume – the bronze haired boy, the olive boy, and the small girl, and a couple of nurses. That was it.

The bronze haired boy's expression had fell, his face crumbling quickly, it was rock stone before and quiet expressionless if you ask me. I couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling, but now I could tell he was devastated, and I had no idea why.

"My name is, . You can call me, Carlisle. This is Jacob Black, your boyfriend.. Alice Cullen, my daughter and Edward Cullen, your best friend." He cleared his throat lightly. "And you're, Bella Swan. Daughter of Chief Swan."

"Well, how comes I don't remember? What happened?" I frowned, feeling a little frustrated with myself.

"You went into cardiac arrest, and had a minor seizure."

"From what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Isabella, you have a rare type of Cancer, which is why you have a cannula in your nostrils right now, and a BiPAP to help you breath on occasions."

"Woah, back it up. What? Are you sure?" She raised an eyebrow.

"You've had it since you were five, Isabella." Carlisle sighed. "You had a bad reaction to … something."

"Something?" I raised an eyebrow and uncrossed my arms, sitting up. "Am I.. dying?"

He shook his head chuckling. "Of course not, you're in perfect health now that you've been cared for the past month."

"What?"

"You were in a coma for a month and a week, from the accident.."

Jacob looked away from me, and I felt a pang of hurt, my eyes became sorrowful, I could feel hurt and then I looked at the bronze hair boy. What was going on? Why – I am so confused, I can't even come to think of words to say to these people. It was awful.

"Is there anyway to get my memory back?"

"Well we thought of knocking you out again.." Carlisle said softly. "But it might be a bad idea."

"Well, knock me out!" I put my hands in the air. "I need to know who I am." I mumbled quietly.

"We could potentially lose you, Isabella."

"I don't care, I'm already lost. I could either gain, or be gone forever."

They were all-silent and gave each other odd glances, before nodding softly. "If that's what you want." Really? It's that easy? They are going to let me die by a 50/50 percent chance? Wow. Okay then.

The bronze hair boy – Edward, I mean; had walked out of the room in a hurry with the petite pixie girl following after him, I could feel the tense surrounding the room, anger almost.

"In the mean time, you should rest. We will start the procedure tomorrow." had said, and checked his clipboard checking a couple of things off. "Do you need anything at all? Anything bothering you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I just have a major headache, other than that I'm fine." I said softly; But I really didn't, I just knew he would give me pain medicine, and I wanted to be anywhere but here right now, or even awake in this place. I hated hospitals.

"Alright, I'll check up on some pain medication." He said, as he swiftly moved out of the room, and I was left with Jacob – My suppose boyfriend. He walked over, and sat in the chair aside me, and I just watched him blankly.

"Hi," He said, and placed a hand on my bed, leaning forward. "I'm Jacob Black."

I let out a soft chuckle. "Apparently, I'm Bella Swan."

"I know." He said softly, and smiled a gleamingly handsome smile, that made me sort of melt towards him. Woah, what's that funny feeling in my stomach? I bit my lip and felt my cheeks heat up.

"You're blush is beautiful." His hand rested upon my cheek, and he kissed it gently.

"Thanks, -" I went to say something else, but paused, because I lost my train of thought when he was around me, and I couldn't help but smile.

I had to say, I've been thinking about this knocking out thing, and I don't know. Maybe I can start a new life, turn a couple of pages and find out who I am. Maybe I was too subtitle and quick to respond. Well, I guess we'll just have to see what I think tomorrow, or perhaps say not a word, and hope for the best.


Author's Note – These chapters are going to be short, because this is going to be a short story, so don't expect a lot to read. Just a heads up, tell me what you think. More to come soon!