DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!
June 24. 8:32 p.m.
Pain.A four letter word to describe the worst emotion to be felt. What is the meaning of pain? The dictionary says physical suffering, emotional distress, something that irks and annoy. But the one that pops out the most is punishment. Did God give me heartbreak as punishment?
For all the times I lied to my parents when I was younger and lusted over a boy that wasn't mine. Was this the punishment? The dictionary described my condition perfectly. I lost my appetite and my mind kept taking me back to when he rejected me. These images annoyed me. But if this was the only way to remember him I would gladly take it. I knew I couldn't make the day go away. I couldn't stop myself from telling him what I felt. But I could stop myself from forgetting.
Edward Cullen. The name alone made my heart beat faster and the blood to course through my veins. I hated my reaction. The man broke my heart for godsake and I just cant control my emotions. I hated that. With one look, Edward Cullen took all of my control.
I remembered the first time I saw him. I had just moved to Forks and it was my junior year. I was going to school in the smallest town in the world. Well to me it was. Of course they knew everyone's business. And to make it worst, I was Chief Swan's daughter. Oh goodie. The rain was becoming unbearable and I easily missed my home in Arizona.
But all those thoughts went away once I saw Edward.
His bronze hair and green eyes easily stuck out from the student body. I was like a snake in my chamers trance. We immediately became best friends. I made other friends with Alice and Emmett Cullen. The little pixie and the giant teddy bear. An odd pair of siblings, but Edward balanced them out. Jasper and Rosalie Hale were also good friends. Also the significant others of Emmett and Alice.
Edward and I hung out together all the time. I was very aware I was falling in love with him. Alice and Rose already knew and told me to say what I feel. And me being the idiot I am, I did. Little did I know, our relationship would switch status. And not in the way I would call beneficial.
He just wanted to be "friends." At first we sort of managed, but then he was in a relationship with Tanya. I couldn't bear to see this, so instead of wasting time with the Cullens, I know had the lamest social life to be seen in existence. When the summer hit, I rushed back to Phoenix. Alice and Rose would understand. Edward could have a happy life without a best friend who hopelessly loves him.
And now I was taking a late night stroll. My hand was tracing the newly made wound on my left wrist. My mind had gone so crazy, I had cut myself. It was my only resort to relieving the pain. Something to take my mind away from the heartbreak. The cut was a bit deep probably needed a stitch or two, but I didn't care anymore. What was the point of living with a broken heart?
I had landed myself near a park by my mother's house. There was only one streetlight and it was directed towards the swings in the middle of the vacant park. I had to admit it was horror movie waiting to happen, but I really didn't give a damn. I walked toward the swing in my oversized hoodie. There was a light breeze. I recognized the phase of the moon as Waning Gibbous Moon. It had its circular shape but it wasn't complete; just like me.
I let my mind wander; hoping I get an escape from the Edward that was in my mind. I gave up saying there was no use. I walked back to my mother's place. She must be worried. I crossed the street not even checking for cars. Not one had passed since I was walking. My feet came in contact with the sidewalk.
I looked up to see that there was no need to cross it. The turn was on the other side. I lightly jogged back. This road was rather wide. And that's when I notice it.
The light was becoming brighter by each second. I was shocked in my place. I could see the guy now. His eyes were wide and panicked. I barely registered the car hitting my legs with great force and leaving me to fall frontwards. The last thing I register is my head hitting the windshield.
July, 1. 10:32 p.m.
Beep, Beep. What is that annoying sound? My eyes flutter open. I look around. White plain walls are what take up my vision. I hear a gasp and I whip my head around to the sound. I immediately regret it. My head is pounding. A middle aged lady is what my mind registers. She had short blonde hair and dark, blue eyes. Her face is comforting and welcoming. But as much as I look at her, I don't know who she is.
"Who are you?" I ask. Her facial expression changes and she takes a deep breath as if she was told this might happen. Her hand goes to my mahogany locks and she runs her hand through it. A motherly gesture, my mind registers.
"I am Renee, your mother," she whispers. My eyes grow wide. I try to rack my brain for any memories of a mother and that's when I know. I cant find anything about my past. It seems things that I need to know are in here. But my memories and past are gone.
Not a minute later a dark haired guy with hazel eyes and a white coat walks in. He has a small smile on his face.
"Hello Bella, welcome back," he says, as if I came home from an Alien planet. "Do you know where you are?" I shake my head no.
"You are in a hospital. You were in a car accident." A hospital is a place for the sick. My mind tells me. It seems that with every words my mind speaks to me in some way to make me understand my surroundings and the conversation. I nod my head in understanding. He keeps talking explaining my injuries and what had happened for the seven days I had not woken up.
"Do you remember anything?" The doctor's voice is patient. I shake my head no. The woman who claims to be my mother gives me a reassuring squeeze. I forgot she was there.
"It seems that you have a type of amnesia that is very rare, It is so rare that there is no name for it yet. Your memories and past have seemed to erase. But we do not know if the things you have been taught, such as things in school have been erased as well," He ranted. He kept informing me that doctors will be coming to seem me because my condition is so rare. No one knew if my memories were going to come back.
"And one more thing. We found a cut on your wrist that was rather new. It seems that you have done it. Do you know why you did it?" The doctor's voice was questioning. I shook my head no and he nodded. My newly known mother walked outside my room with the doctor. I let my mind to wander. My hand traced the scar that was on my right wrist.
A troubling thought was registered in the back of my mind. I had finally got the relief I had wanted.
