Chapter 1 – Subconscious Memory

DISCLAIMER – I do not own the story or their characters. They are the property of Stephanie Meyer. I simply play around with the original story line.

The noise of the rain knocking on my window reminded me that I had to get out of bed soon. I'd hit the snooze button a total of three times, but the rain insisted on keeping me awake. Begrudgingly I rolled out of bed.

I grabbed my bag of toiletries and a fresh change of clothes and jumped into the shower. As soon as the hot water hit my skin, I relaxed as I knew I would. The familiar scent of my strawberry shampoo filled my senses and acted as aroma-therapy to me. This always helped to get me in a more positive mood.

At least today was Friday. The weekend was already here and I would be able to sleep the mornings for two consecutive days. Maybe I'd even try to sleep the whole two days. I wasn't sure how much more of this monotony I could take. I was getting fairly tired of getting home schooled five days a week and of the completely monotone, uneventful weekends that would actually make me look forward to the next five days of home-schooling. At least I had Jacob to keep me company. His presence made my life that much better. If it wasn't for him, I probably would've lost my mind already. It was so easy to be around him, so easy to be myself with him. He accepted me exactly for who I was and didn't try to change me. I felt no pressure when I was around Jake.

After the… accident, a lot of other people my age came to visit me, all claiming to know me, some claiming to be close friends of mine. But I didn't know any of them. I could hardly call them friends when they were total strangers to me. But with Jake it was different. From the moment I saw him, I just knew him. Like Charlie and Renée, like my house here in the rainy town of Forks; all things and people that had been a part of my life before the last six months. This was the reason I didn't forget them. Jake and Forks had been part of my childhood. I remember whenever I came to visit Charlie when I was a little girl, how Jake and I would play together on the fishing trips that Charlie and Jake's dad, Billy Black, would take us on. Being able to remember Jacob helped me cope that much better with my amnesia. Having no idea what my life had been like for the past six months since I came to live with Charlie made me feel lonely. But Jake made me feel like I wasn't completely lost and alone. He made things that much brighter and warm for me, like my own personal sun. So I only had one friend. But he was the best friend anyone could have. He was the equivalent of five regular friends all in one.

But unfortunately he wasn't around as much as I actually needed him to be. I could hardly blame him. He actually had a life. Regular school, friends, eventful weekends full of things to do. Like a normal teenager. And the fact that he lived down at the Res on La Push beach made it a bit harder to be able to see him every day. He was currently building an old Volkswagen Rabbit, promising that as soon as he finished it, he would come visit me more often.

I myself had a car. It was a red Chevy truck. The paint was faded and the car itself was ancient, but I liked it. It suited me. I would've used the truck to go down to La Push to visit Jacob, but Charlie had gotten a little overprotective after the unfortunate event, and wouldn't let me drive "that far." The ride itself was no more that 20 minutes but there was no debating Charlie on matters like these, and according to him I just wasn't ready yet. I guess I knew who I had gotten my stubbornness from.

It had been four weeks since I had been found in the woods. I'm sure to Charlie it felt longer. But I was beginning to feel ready to confront my life. I wanted to go back to school. I wanted to see the people I was supposed to know, but couldn't remember. I was beginning to feel the need to burn off the entire energy I'd been storing for the past month. I wanted to confront my fear. I didn't want to continue to feel like a disabled person, who lets their impediment stop them from living their life.

Maybe there were things I couldn't remember, people I couldn't recall. I didn't know what had happened to make me walk so deep into the woods that fateful day. I don't know how I had fallen and hit my head, leaving me on a hospital bed, confused and unable to remember the last 6 months of my life, leaving a gap on my history. But I wanted to find out. I wanted to go and search for the answers. I wanted to go and meet the same friends for the first time again. I was sure, positive, that the mystery of my recent past life was out there. And it wasn't going to come to me; I had to go to it.

The feeling of the water getting cold interrupted my thoughts. I shut the water and hurried to get dressed. I had probably been in the shower longer than I thought. Mrs. , my teacher, would be here soon, and I didn't want to be rude and keep her waiting. I ran back to my room and gathered my notebook and pencils.

On my way out of the room I stole a quick glance out my window. The rain had ceased somewhat and I could see the trees of the forest across the street from me. I stared for a moment, unable to look away. I felt a sudden tug at my chest. The more I looked, the more intense the feeling became. I started to get scared and I could feel panic seeping slowly into me. Finally I forced my eyes away; I was hyperventilating. I noticed my left hand gripping my shirt on the spot right above my heart, which was beating a mile a minute.

What was it with me and this irrational behavior? I concentrated on breathing slowly and shrugged it off as post traumatic stress. My subconscious must have better memory than me.

I continued on my way out of my room when something peculiar caught my eye. I looked back to my window.

It was open. I walked over to it and took a closer look. It was definitely open.

How odd. I had never opened my window on the past month. And it couldn't have been open before then, could it? I've looked out my window at other times and I had never noticed that before. I'm sure I would've noticed. Maybe Charlie opened it to air out the room when I wasn't here? Not likely. Charlie never comes into my room. I would ask him anyway.

I closed the window and locked it securely, slowly turning my back to it as the feeling of paranoia invaded me. But just as I was about to close the door behind me and finally leave, I ran back to my window and unlocked it. I quickly ran back out of my room and down the stairs without giving myself time to wonder about my extremely irrational behavior.

A/N – I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first fan fic. I may change the name and/or rating of this story in the future. But note that this story will never be an M rated fic, just as Twilight is not an M rated story. I will keep to the original story line as best I can (except for the fact that everyone is human), but not strictly. I hope the first chapter was enough to pike your interest and curiosity to keep reading and find out what's going on in the story. This story contains drama, but not a dark theme, so have no fear, it's not written to make you cry your eyes out =D. I will be updating soon so stick around.

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