Chapter 1
The Accident
BPOV
The sound of my beating heart tells me I'm alive, or maybe I'm dreaming. Although, I'm quite sure in dreams you don't feel this type of pain. I see shadows of light, but my eyelids feel like they're glued shut. I hear indistinct voices, but I can't seem to find my own. I try again to open my eyes, while the pain in my head just seems to grow with no mercy. I feel warm, but also very cold. Most of the sounds surrounding me, I don't recognize, but the smell seems more familiar. It's a sterile scent mixed with the smell of cleaning products and bad food. I try once again to speak, but the pain of trying to open my mouth is unbearable and the pain in my head intensifies with my growing frustration. If this is a dream, my prayer now, is that I will just wake up, and rid myself of this psychological, self inflicted pain coursing through my entire body. Maybe I'm dead; am I in hell? I try to think through the pain and remember if I had lived a life that would land me in such a place, but, I couldn't seem to remember much at all.
So I try to focus on the voices, hoping to recognize them. No such luck! I hear a woman whose voice sounds like a soft bell ringing; soothing to my ears. There's a male voice that sound very masculine, but gentle at the same time. Still, my mind searches for recognition with failure. If this was hell, I don't think anything would feel soothing or gentle about it; so I dismiss that thought. So I focus on the basics of what my mind will allow me to recall. My name is Isabella Marie Swan-Newton, I'm twenty eight years old, my mother's name is Renee and my father's name is Charlie. I have a half brother named Jacob Black who is six years older than me and grew up on a reservation with his dad. I am four months pregnant with my first… Oh my God, I'm pregnant! My name is Isabella Swan-Newton! I'm married to the love of my life, Mike Newton and we're having our first child! My mind is racing and jumping from one thought to the next, but I can't seem to focus or make sense out of any of them. I try harder to focus and my head continues to pound relentlessly. Where is my husband; where am I? Why is a cold chill running up my spine, like when you're watching a horror movie and that awful music starts playing, indicating someone is getting ready to die? I feel every muscle in my body tense, and the pain once again shoots through me.
I focus on taking deep breaths, because, isn't that what you're supposed to do when trying to calm down? I concentrate on blocking out the pain and try to remember whatever it is my brain is so cloudy about. I hear soft music, classical. I love classical music although my husband doesn't. However, he always turns it on for me when he wants me to relax. Mike is sweet like that, always putting me first. He takes good care of me and doesn't miss a day of letting me know how lucky he is to have me. What I don't think he really knows is, I'm the lucky one. Mike has made it his personal business to make all of my practical and wildest dreams come true. The fact that he looks like Richard Gere from Pretty Woman reincarnated is just a plus. Mike is fourteen years older than me and we have been married four blissful years. I met him when I was twenty three, we dated for six months before he proposed and were married three months after that. I am Mike's second wife and stepmother to his only child, Mike, Jr. Mike and his first wife, Jessica, divorced when Mike, Jr. was seven. Mike says the pressures of being a wife and mother was just too stressful for her and she chose to leave and moved back with her family in Canada. After meeting her, I'd say the stress of being a wife and mother cramped her style of living a responsibility free life. So here I was at twenty four years of age with an eleven year old son. To say he is what every mother dreams of in a son is an understatement. He is an exact replica of his father, without the salt and pepper hair. He is tall, lean, has a head full of thick, dirty blonde hair, and the most striking green eyes; which by the way, is the only trait he inherited from his mother. Mike's eyes are a bluish gray color and are one of the things that attracted me to him.
Mike, Jr. has just started a six week summer program at one of the top basketball camps in the country. My son breathes, sleeps, and eats basketball. The thing is, he's really good at it and was nationally ranked as fifth in the country at the age of twelve. He is now a sophomore in high school and is ranked number three in the country. In fact Mike and I were on our way home from dropping him off at the camp when… Oh no! Oh No! My heart starts racing as my mind recalls the drive back home from the camp. I hear the screech of tires, followed by a high pitch scream, and silence and darkness. A car accident? Is that what happened? I struggle to remember more details and pray like hell that I really am just stuck in a bad dream. The pounding in my head intensifies, my mouth feels like it's been stuffed with cotton, I have pain shooting through every part of my body and my mind is jumping through a million scenes as is if I'm watching a slide show on fast forward. I try to open my eyes once again but I can't. Fear grips me as I realize I have quite possibly been in a car accident and a very bad one at that. I try to reach for my stomach, because I can't feel my baby moving. Coincidently my arms aren't moving either, no matter how hard I try, they just won't.
What happened? Where am I? Where is my husband? And… is our child okay?
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. I will post chapter 2 soon! Leave me your thoughts, should I continue?