Hey, this is the half invisible ninja! As you already know, my Ultimate Power friend and I are co-writing this story. Have fun reading it and PLEASE REVIEW!!!

Disclaimer: Neither of us will ever be Stephenie Meyer, so we obviously don't own Twilight.

Edward POV

When I awoke, the first thought I had was one of confusion. I remembered talking to Alice on my cell phone in the car, but after that I hit a mental wall. The next was one of pain. My head was absolutely killing me, and it seemed like everything else was sore too. What the hell had happened to me?

Finally I managed to pry open my eyes, which confused me even more. I could see all of my family (my Father and Mother, Carlisle and Esme, my 19 year old big brother, Emmet, and my 15 year old little sister, Alice) was crowded into a tiny hospital room. Nothing strange about that considering I must have been in a car crash. That was the only logical conclusion given the facts I knew. But, what was strange was the lack of voices. I could see their lips move, but could hear no sound coming out.

Another thing that shouldn't have been strange was the monitor next to my bed that should have been beeping in time with my heart. Though the line moved steadily up and down the machine remained silent.

Soon Alice looked my way and saw that my eyes were open. She grabbed a pen and a pad of paper from my bedside table and quickly scribbled something on it. She turned it to me so I could read it. You're finally awake! It read.

Rolling my eyes I replied, Obviously. Now tell me, why are we writing this conversation when we could be speaking it?

I watched her bite her lip as a look of apprehension crossed her face. I think Dad would be the better person to answer that, She finally answered.

Of course. Dad was a doctor. Probably my doctor. He could best explain what was going on. I nodded and she drug Dad to kneel next to her on the floor. She handed him the note pad and he began to scribble furiously.

When he finally gave me the pad, his explanation was a full sheet long. You were in a car accident on Strawberry Lake Road. You suffered minor injuries on your body from the seat belt and brakes and such, but your main injury was to the head. The air bags didn't deploy and your head hit the steering wheel very hard. At the hospital it was confirmed that you had internal bleeding in your temporal lobe. We managed to stop it before it could kill you, but you have… permanent complications.

What kind of "complications", I wrote back.

Do you know what the temporal lobe controls? I shook my head no. It controls vision and hearing. We had no way to prove whether you had any damage until you woke up, though we had a good guess that you would lose either sight, hearing, or both. But now it's clear that your vision was unaffected.

That's good, right?

Yes. But I assume you can't hear anything. Can't hear the heart monitor beeping, can't hear our voices.

I reluctantly nodded yes.

Then my guess would be that you are permanently deaf. We'll have to run some more tests to be sure though.

Deaf. The word crashed through my mind, my sanity, like a wrecking ball. How could I possibly be deaf? I played piano. I was good at it too. Extremely good. As in, become a professional, good. That was to be my life, all based on sound. If I was deaf, my entire future was gone. Disappeared, never to return.

I couldn't even have a real job! Most jobs required talking and listening. Would I have to depend on my parents and siblings my entire life? That would destroy me. I had always been the most independent in my family, never wanting help, always insisting I could do it myself. One of my core personality traits… gone.

The pain must have been apparent in my eyes, because Dad ushered my family, silently to me, out the door, leaving me alone with my grief and despair.

Another wave of blackness struck me and again I welcomed it. My last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was, Why?.