/-\ |\| --- The first thing you should know is that this is my very first fanfic. I've had a lot of help from KLN, so you can thank her by checking out her stories. Anyways, read on and I hope you like it. Please review it because I want to know if you have any ideas for what should happen next. I already have a plan, but if you have better ideas then those would be greatly appreciated!

Bella POV

The first thought I had when woke up when that my head hurt. No, that's an understatement; the pain was agonizing. I could barely think; it felt like somebody had thrown my head in a trash compactor. All of thoughts were distorted and twisted into a single word: Ow.

I opened my eyes. The room I was in seemed different from the one in Phoenix, the bed unfamiliar. As I rolled onto my side, pain stabbed my head; I groaned.

"She's awake," said a soothing, male voice I had not heard before.

"Oh, thank God. Bella!" said another strange voice, this one filled with panic and care. "Bella, love, how do you feel?"

I knew I should recognize him, but I didn't. He seemed like he should be important to me, but he wasn't. This boy, who looked around seventeen, was a complete stranger to me. He had unusually beautiful, bronze hair and eyes that looked like liquid topaz. The words he spoke sounded like music as they flowed so perfectly past his full lips. In other words, he was a living, breathing god.

"Who are you?" I said with intimate curiosity and wonder. But the minute the words came out of my mouth, I regretted ever saying them. His worried face turned to one of despair; he looked I had broke his heart.

"What are you saying, Bella?" He sounded hurt as well.

"I'm saying that I have no idea who you are."

"Bella, don't do this to me. Tell me you know who I am," he demanded fiercely.

"I'm sorry, but I can't." Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Even his melodious voice made my head throb harder than it already was.

"Bella…" he whispered. "Please… If this is a joke-"

"It's not," I interrupted.

The boy closed his eyes; he looked like he was about to fall apart on the spot. Slowly, he stood up. Then he walked out of the room. I heard his footsteps continue down the hallway until an anguished cry drowned them out.

"Edward…" said the first male voice. I saw a blond man run out of the room and call, "Edward!"

Alone in the room, I guiltily took a look around the room. As I moved, my bed, or more likely my cot, squeaked, increasing my headache. The walls, unlike in my bedroom, were white. There were no posters on the wall, but there were several chairs in a line by the door. There was a sink protruding from a section of the wall covered by white tile, along with a soap dispenser and a towel dispenser. There was an empty table by my bed and in an open cabinet across the room sat a television. Yeah, this definitely was not my room.

I turned my attention to the muffled voice coming from outside the door. I heard the blond man trying to calm the boy, Edward I think. After a minute of silence, I heard him walk down the hall and saw him appear in the doorway with a grave face.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"That was Edward. Obviously, you don't remember him; we're not sure what you remember. Bella, if you can, tell me your most recent memory."

My most recent memory… what could that be? I think it was the Christmas of 2004. I remember sitting around the tree with my mother, Renee, and her husband, Phil. I remember opening the last present, a pair of earrings. Renee had said she spent hours searching for the perfect pair, eloquent but plain. I remembered how pleased she looked when I said how much I liked them, how her eyes lit up with delight.

Or maybe it was the time I was sitting out in the desert during the sunset. The tall, saguaro cactus loomed above me and I sat between the tumbleweeds. The sun had turned to a bright red hue and was halfway beneath the horizon. It was a reflective time; I had the entire desert to myself. I remember that time as being an end to something, but to what?

And then it came. "The last memory I have is boarding a plane. I forget where I was going though."

"Strange," he said. "Do you know how old you were when you boarded the plane?"

"Seventeen."

"And do you remember anything of your recent life in Forks?"

"Recent life?" I asked, surprised. "I haven't been to Forks since I was fourteen."

/-\ |\|--- There you go. Again, please tell me what you liked and what you didn't; ideas for further chapters will also be appreciated. Thanks and TTFN! :)