What if Bella fell to hard when she ran after Edward in the forest in new moon. What if she had minor brain damage that triggered a personality change. (this happens a little later.)
I opened my tired eyes to find three suspicious ores watching over me. One, a 5ft 9 man with short dark brown hair, with a thick moustache, wearing some dark… uniform. Police uniform. The other two men seemed to be dressed all in white, both with black hair shining in the light above us. They all looked like they were calculating carefully every movement I made. I pulled my self up from the white thin sheets over me.
Everything in the room was white, the walls, the ceiling, even the blinds that were shut tightly closed to the left of me. There was machine over my head, beeping erratically as I swung my head around the room, glancing at these foreign objects surrounding me.
"Where am I?" I asked croakily. My throat felt like paper cuts ran deep down it viciously. They all grinned in relief, while their eyebrows smoothed out.
"At the hospital bells." The policeman replied, reaching out to take my hand in his. I pulled away slightly, before he could. He called me Bells, why did that sound so familiar. Bells. Bella.
"Bells? Bella?" I repeated twice. The police officer looked concerned as he looked at the men in white.
"She just needs to rest, she hit her head pretty bad. But from what we've seen she should be able to remember it all in good time." The first man said. He had deep brown eyes, with thin dark lips.
I looked at the officer again and squinted hard. He looked familiar, like they keep saying.
A sudden rush of images rushed to my head. Charlie. My dad. He was married to my mother, Renee. And now she's married to Phil.
"I think I remembering. Dad?" I asked moving my upper body closer to him, squinting ever so slightly. It was him, the one in my memories. My dad.
What happened to me?