A/N Thank you so much for reading and the one review I got! Seriously, you made my day. I'm glad that someone likes it. I have a lot of ideas for this story, and if you think I should continue, please tell me! I love reviews, of course, and I hope you like this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. sigh The writing genius Stephenie Meyer does. But of course you knew that.
Seven pairs of golden eyes stared back at me, disbelief etching every one, none of them breathing at all. I had never felt so scared in my entire life.
"Could this be a side affect we never knew about, Carlisle? But how, almost two years, such a long time to lose so quickly!?" A motherly-looking woman finally spoke to Carlisle, her face looking as if she had just lost her daughter. But she wasn't my mother.
"Will someone PLEASE tell me what is going on?!" I screamed, louder then I had intended. I had never been that loud before. They all stepped back, except frozen angel to my right.
"Bella, Bella, it's me, Alice," The pixie-like girl said, her voice shaking as she walked over to my bed took my pale hand. Somehow I subconsciously expected her fingers to be ice-cold, but they matched my body heat perfectly. She seemed to look at the man to my right as if for support, but he didn't meet her eyes. He was a statue.
"Alice?" I racked my brains for anything about her. I found nothing.
"I'm sorry, Alice" Her beautiful face fell, and she crumpled to the floor like a rag doll.
An incredibly large man walked over to me, picked up Alice, and said,
"Bella, it's Emmett, do you remember me?" His face was torn with sadness and hopelessness, and I tried so hard to place it in my head, but it didn't fit anywhere.
"No, I'm so sorry."
Both Alice and Emmett looked at each other and then the other people in the group with the most intense sadness that I would have never thought possible for their faces and eyes.
Each of them walked up to me; Rosalie, an unbearably gorgeous woman; Jasper, a blond man who made me feel calmer,Carlisle and Esme, the motherly woman.I could clearly see that they were all a family, whether blood related or not, though they did look very much alike.
But after I couldn't remember any of them, the bronze-haired god sitting next to me slowly unfroze and tilted his head to look deeply into my eyes, making me forget everything that was going on, and then he ran out of the room quickly I could barely see him move. Seconds later I heard an earth-shattering noise, like a tree being thrown against another tree, and felt the frame of the house shake. Carlisle, Emmett, and Jasper ran out of the room.
"Bella, I need you to listen to me," Alice said, speaking urgently and without pause, "You are my sister. Edward is your husband. You came to Forks and married him, you must remember." Desperation was clear in her voice, but the shock of what she had just told me was ten times worse when my unbelievable husband walked into the room and I saw him clearly for the first time.
This time was different then with the others. I didn't remember him, but I felt that I had seen him in a dream, or maybe a dream of a dream. He was the most perfect person I had ever seen in my life, or anyone seen in any life, for that matter. He couldn't be my husband! He would be married to a supermodel, not an ordinary girl like me. I wouldn't believe it.
Until I saw his face.
Sadness and fear was written all over him as he walked over to me and said,
"Isabella Cullen, we have been together for almost a year in a half. We were married about a month ago. You are my wife, my love for all of eternity, and I your husband. Can't you feel anything?" His amazing eyes had a pleading edge to them, as if they alone could will me to remember us. They didn't. But I did feel this strong connection to him, like he knew my every secret and I knew his.
"I…can't." I said slowly to him, watching as a million emotions flitted across his face, resting on panic.
He again sprinted out of the room, this time with Carlisle. They ran supposedly out of my earshot, though I could still hear them easily.
"How are we going to tell her what she is?" Edward said in hushed tones to Carlisle. I don't understand, tell me what? My life had changed in the last five minutes so much, how could there possibly be anything else?
"I have no idea, Edward; we don't know how or if she is going to take it. Or even if her condition is permanent. We don't know how long she will be under. We may have to face the possibility that she may be like this, forever.
A roar of a lion filled the house, and I knew that something major had happened to me before I lost everything.