It started off like any other day. But who knew that going to see your "grandmother" would end up with you getting shot in the head? Because I didn't. My name is Bella Swan. And I am no ordinary teenager.

I was running as fast as I could. I couldn't catch my breath. But I knew I had to keep running or the consequences could end my life. I remember the warehouses blurring together because I was running so fast. The colors where pretty. Like blues, and yellows. Even a few oranges. I remember the scorching burn in my lunges. The light thud of my feet hitting the ground repeatedly, then the heavy pound, pound of a heavier persons feet coming along behind me.

"You cant run Bella!" The mans voice yelled. I knew if I stopped I'd be killed. "You cant run from your destiny."

"And my destiny is to die?" I shouted back.

"Yes. Just like your parents before you. You didn't join. That was the choice, join or die. You ran, so live with the consequences." He stopped. James stopped. That's not good these guys never give up.

Boom! The gun shot that ended my life. Or maybe that was when my life really began.

And those are the last things I remember. The only things I remember.

Beep... Beep... Beep.

"What the?" I asked as I sat up. Instant pain in my head. I reached up. My head was covered in gauze.

"Well, hello there." Said a man. I couldn't really see him. It was really dark in the room. "I'm Dr. Cullen. I'm very happy to see that you are awake."

"Awake?" I asked.

"Yes, well. This is rather hard for me. You are suffering from amnesia. You see.. you where shot in the head. We don't know if your memory will every resurface. The bullet only grazed your head. But it went in enough to damage your 'long term memory box'." He said as he sat down next to me.

"What?" I said as I touched my head.

"I know its a lot to take in. We have to ask you a few question. I'll have a nurse come in, in a few minutes." He reached over and took my hand. "I'm truly sorry." Then he got up and left.

I just laid back down because my head was starting to spin. No this cant be happening. I don't remember anything. All I remember was those last few minutes. I don't remember how old I am. I don't remember my family. Hell, I don't even remember my favorite color.

"Hello." A nurse said as she came in. "I'm Alice. I'm just an intern but how hard is it to ask questions?" She laughed. I just starred at her. "First off, do you have any questions?"

"Yeah. Why can I barely see?" I asked.

"Oh," she reached over and pulled off a type of paper mask. "I'm not sure what they are. But since you are awake it's okay to take it off." Alice was gorgeous. She was tiny, but she had short pixie like dark brown hair, and silver eyes.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"16. How old are you?" Alice asked.

"I'm... uh..." I said.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"'Bella." I said quickly. I wasn't completely positive but that's what the guy called me before he shot me. Alice scribbled it down on the clipboard she was holding. As she wrote I looked around the room. No windows. White walls. Ugly tan furniture, and that was it.

"Do you remember your family?" She asked.

"No." I said simply. I wasn't upset or anything. I was just well... numb.

"Where do you live?" She asked again.

"I don't know." I said letting out a huge sigh. Alice looked at me with those huge silver eyes of hers. She reached over and took my hand. And we continued with a long list of questions. The last one was if I remembered what happened to me. I did. But I was sure as heck not going to tell her.

Alice got up and started walking towards the door. "The doc will be in shortly to speak with you. Oh, and by the way... Your 16 years old." Then she turned and walked out the door.

I sat in confusion. What was going on? What where they going to do with me? Why hadn't my family come in to claim me? But I had a strange empty feeling in my gut that told me that I didn't have a family. I'm alone.

"So, Bella." Dr. Cullen said as he walked in. "How are you holding up?" Damn, Dr. freaking Cullen looks like a male super model. He's tall, pale, blonde hair, silver eyes, and buff. Hello gorgeous.

"Great." I replied.

"Really?" he asked looking curious.

"Um. I mean..." I realize now, that being some one who has no idea who they are. I should so not be doing great. I should be depressed. "I mean... my head hurts?"

"So it does. Well that is to be expected." he laughed.

"How long have I been here?" I asked quickly. I just realized that I was stiff. Really stiff. Like I hadn't moved in days, weeks maybe. It hurt just to turn my head.

Dr. Cullen's face saddened a bit. "Five months." He said softly.

"And no one has come to claim me?" I asked. I knew what the answer was gonna be even before the question had left my mouth.

"No." He sighed. I looked down. Even though I new what the answer was going to be it still hurt.

"Isn't being unconscious for five months kind of bad?" I asked.

"You where actually in a mini comma." He said with a weak smile.

"Wow." I thought for a second. "How did the nurse, Alice, know that I was 16?"

"Alice? We can tell by your brain." Dr. Cullen said.

"Okay then." I took a deep breath. I really didn't want to know how they could tell by just looking at my brain. It probably involved a lot of big medical words. "So doc, what happens now?" I asked.

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Go on." I said.

"You can either go to an orphanage." He paused.

"Or?" My heart dropped. I was so not going to go to an orphanage.

"Or you can come live with my family and I."