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BPOV
Chapter 1: Nothing
I shot up in my bed, legs tangled in the sheets, sweat covering my body, heart racing, and blood rushing in my ears. My eyes remained closed tight, I was grasping at my subconscious, holding onto it with an iron grip. If I opened my eyes, if I faced reality, then he would not be here. "Bella? Bella? Are you ok?" The voice sounded distant, but concerned for me. Poor Charlie was only really able to get any sound sleep when he was away on his fishing trips.
"Just a dream, Dad, don't worry about," I whispered. I didn't want him worrying, hovering over me, with that concerned "I wonder if she's going to break" look. As my heartbeat returned to it's usually gate, my breathing no longer shallow, and the rushing in my ears fading away, I slowly opened my eyes.
I became confused.
As I drank in my surroundings, I slowly realized I was not in my bed at all. My legs were tangled in unfamiliar sheets, kicking and thrashing to be free. The room was plain, clean looking yet sterile and essentially bare. The essentials were in the room – a single twin sized bed covered in muted bedding, a small unnoticeable nightstand stood to my right with a mauve lamp. In the high corner of the wall, opposite my bed, I saw a mounted television set. Below and to the left of the television set, was a doorway, I presumed to be the bathroom and along the same wall, was a bare dresser. I noticed immediately what it lacked rather than what was there. Littered along the top of the dresser were a few books, their spines were creased down the middle, the owner had obviously read from them several times, and two dull pictures of Charlie and Renee. Gone were my ancient computer, my cd player, and anything else familiar of my room. To the right of the television were three large, paneled windows. The curtains were drawn, but I thought I could hear the rumblings of the docks, the bustle of people, and maybe even the crashing of waves breaking on rocks. The breath passed through my lips sharply as I rubbed my fists into my eyes, willing these images to disappear. When I blinked again, the room remained the same.
This obviously was not my room or Charlie's house. A sinking feeling began then, it clutched my stomach first, and then began reaching out to every nerve ending in my body, and fearfully I wondered if I pulled back the curtains, if I would see anything of Forks outside.
Someone cleared their throat and I turned towards the sound. There was only one other person in the room besides myself, surely this was the voice's owner. He looked unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time. I knew I had seen him before. "Bella? Bella?" the voice asked, now sounding curious. "Bella, do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?"
I shook my head, "No, where's Charlie? Where am I? Did something happen?" My blood ran cold, this room looked like the inside of a hospital, the man wore a white coat, and I began to worry about Charlie. Where was he? Oh God, had Victoria come for me? Had Charlie been there?
Sensing my anxiety, the unfamiliar man drew closer to the bed, "Bella, you are at the Second Street House in Port Angeles. I'm a doctor from their partner, Peninsula Community Mental. You've been with us for a year now Bella."
I could feel the blood draining from my face. A year? Another voice, echoed my question, "A year?" Oh, that was my voice. I didn't recognize it.
"Yes Bella, you have been here a year now, ever since you woke up from the accident."
"What are you talking about? What accident?" My mind was racing, what accident? How had I lost a whole year of my life?