Hey everyone! Here is my second Twilight fic... I've been working on this for a while and am excited to see what people think! Check out my other story Cant Deny You... and please review!

Chapter One

Her memory was hazy, like looking through thick fog. Bella could barely remember the party, pulsing music and mind numbing alcohol. The pain of her mother's death being carried away by the sharp liquor. Officially the worst summer ever.

The events leading to the fifteen story drop were nowhere to be found in her mind. She had absolutely no memory of the fall. One minute she was getting another drink and the next she was waking up on the ground covered in glass and blood.

Bella had felt the glass scrape against her arms, legs, and stomach with every shallow breath. The sharp stings sobering her just long enough to feel the terror before her mind shut down again; refusing to believe she was dying. Her body going numb along with her mind.

She could hear the screaming and shouting, making her head throb, but it seemed far away like static on a radio in the other room. She noticed the blood under her abdomen and neck; thick sticky pools congealing around her shredded skin.

It coated her hands and face making it hard to breathe. Bella knew she was dying. The sounds grew farther and farther away. Her mind slipped into blissful darkness.

She wondered if this was how her mother felt; dying slowly of pancreatic cancer. Regretting past decisions and mistakes. Like not telling her until she was so sick she couldn't move. Her last memory of her will be in that hospital bed; thin and pale with bug eyes and a raspy voice.

Time flew by yet crawled slowly all around her. Her mind replaying the mistakes made in her short seventeen years of life. She should have cried at the funeral. She should have screamed at her that it wasn't fair to spring this on her.

Soft footsteps sounded close to her head. Bella focused hard on the sound, trying to keep herself focused. Alive.

The pain came back this time worse. Her bones felt like they were rubbing against each other; her muscles tightened in fear making the pain even more horrible.

Large cool hands grabbed and pulled at her mangled body. Broken bones, skull fractures, lacerations. Her mothers' medical knowledge helped her understand exactly what injuries she had sustained.

All the pain she felt reduced to a few sentences. Ironic, she thought, that emotions and experiences could never be expressed with enough words. For some reason her mind focused on this argument and Bella knew it was stupid but she couldn't stop the soft tears from falling down her cheeks. Maybe she was being taken to Heaven. Maybe she would share her afterlife with her mother as she had her life.

She found herself easily distracted by her rasping lungs and screaming pulse. Death was long and painful. A stab at her collar bone and then wrist brought her back to consciousness of her surroundings.

The cold hands lifted her high into the air, against a firm body. Whoever was holding her hissed as something cracked but she couldn't feel it, at least not in comparison to all the burning pain flowing through her body.

After a while of being carried the whole world went black and all she could focus on was the burning flames crawling through her body. Bella couldn't hear anything but her own breathing. No more shouting or sirens. No more hands pulling and twisting her body back into shape.

Just Bella in the silent paradise of her mind that was being burnt alive. Yet this was nothing compared to the pain of losing her mother. The memory of her death played over and over in Bella's mind.

Her usual control had slipped when her mother died. Her mind spiraling into a darkness too deep for anyone to pull her out of.

Bella wasn't sure how long she had been in this odd form of limbo. No sound, no feeling, just the memory. She wanted to be anywhere but here.

Unfortunately for Bella the world came rushing back unceremoniously all at one time. Sound, pain, fear all rushing through her veins and invading her mind. Smells from all over the room overwhelmed her. Oddly she knew how to place each scent. Her mind cataloguing where each new one came from.

The crisp linen scent coming from the sheets and pillows around her. Warm, spice coming from the wood floors.

"You're safe now."

The voice was a new distraction. Sending chills all over her body and creating a different type of fire in her veins. Smooth as velvet, his voice sounded like music to her ears.

Oh no she really did die and she really is in Heaven, or maybe Hell with how dark it is.

The soft voice whispered beautifully poetic lines in her ear while a large warm hand ran through her curly dark hair.

Bella didn't recognize the voice. The strong scent of honey and orange blossoms overwhelmed her senses for quite a few minutes. Her breathing calmed down as she focused on the breathing next to her. The words grew quieter over time until suddenly he stopped.

"You can open your eyes whenever you're ready."

"Am I dead?"