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Unfortunately, this is a completely hypothetical situation. I own nothing.

Chapter Two

The Hospital

I have no idea how long I was unconscious. My dreams drifted in and out of reality. Once I woke up to a face, the most perfect face in the world, staring at me in concern. I yearned to reach out and comfort him, but my body wouldn't respond. Then he faded away, replaced by the unending dreams.

I was alone, sitting in a forest of the proudest of trees, stretching far above my head to create a lacy ceiling of green. I had no idea why but I was so sad, as if someone I loved was hurt. I saw a man so pale he seemed to reflect the small amount of sunlight that filtered down through the trees. His face was painfully perfect, as if he was carved out of stone to be inhuman, but for no discernible reason. My nose burned with a sickly sweet smell as he drew ever closer. I shrank backwards, trying to escape the evil that stood before me. I had no idea why but I knew the man was evil. My eyes focused on his face and I nearly screamed. Scarlet eyes, the color of fresh blood, stared at me with cold anticipation.

"Please," I whispered as my voice quivered. "Leave me alone." He smiled and revealed sickeningly sharp, white teeth and shook his head. He moved towards me as if in slow motion. I couldn't help it, a scream escaped my terrified lips.

He laughed, "There's no one here to help you anymore." he said mirthlessly. "There is no way out." He was only a few yards from me now. I couldn't back up any further, a tree blocked my path. My eyes widened in fear as I realized what he said was true. I couldn't escape, I was trapped.

A snarl tore through his throat. He lunged towards me. I screamed and closing my eyes as he moved, far faster than any human could.

I screamed and woke up instantly. I looked around. Where was I? A man, the man I had seen before I had slipped back into the paining swirls of my dreams, woke from a light doze and jumped up, looking around frantically. He saw that the room was empty except for the two of us, and I realized I was in a hospital. I looked at the man, "Who are you?" I asked.

He was nervous, as though his fight or flight instinct had been triggered by my scream. "I-I'm Embry."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I don't know anyone named Embry. What are you doing here?"

"I'm a close friend of the Clearwater's," he said quickly. "I live in La Push with them."

"Oh," I said quietly. "I'm Anna."

He nodded, "I know."

"Where am I?" I asked, I knew I was in a hospital but I didn't know where.

"You're in the UAMS Medical Center in Little Rock." He said like he was worried about something. "To work on any problems you may have with your brain and spine after being hit into the wall."

"Why are you here?" I asked. "Little Rock is a long way from La Push."

"Seth needed someone to come with him and everyone else was busy." He said. "I needed to get out."

"Do you know where my family is?" I asked him. "I kind of need to talk to them."

Embry chewed his lip for a second, like he needed to decide what to say. "Well, Sue, Leah, and Seth are on their way here from the hotel they were staying at. They had some things to take care of but they left me here with you."

"Oh, Do you know where my Mom is?" I asked, obliviously. Everything that had happened seemed blurry. I remembered telling Emily to call the police. I remember trying to talk my dad down. Then everything went like a picture left out in the rain until all of the figures were distorted and unrecognizable.

Embry looked uncomfortable. He opened his mouth then closed it again as if he couldn't figure out what to say. Hesitantly he opened his mouth, "Anna, I'm so sorry, but, A-Anna your mother died and your father is now in prison."

I looked at him, confused for a second. Then it all came rushing back to me. The police, the blood, the pain, the knife, my mother's eyes staring sightlessly at me. I fell backwards into the hard pillow the hospital provided me with. My face contorted with the pain that I knew was obvious.

Then I looked up. Embry, his face was sympathetic, but behind his eyes I could see sadness and pain. I sighed inwardly, just because I was unhappy didn't mean he had to be. I tried to force my face into a less pained expression, but nothing happened.

I remembered all of the days I had been forced to hold my emotions inside myself after being beaten. This wasn't any different. Of course it is, I thought scornfully. What I would give to be back there, no one would be dead. You can't change what's already happened, I thought silently, you can only change what's now. I pulled my emotions inside myself, so they didn't hurt the lives of other people.

Embry's eyes seemed to loose some of the sorrow in them. Inward I felt a little better, while I suffered, no one else needed to. "Do you know where Emily is?" I asked him, I needed to talk to a friend, not a stranger.

Embry looked confused, "I don't know anyone named Emily here."

"Can I see your phone?" I asked. Of all the people, it was Emily who I needed to talk to.

"Sure," he said handing it to me. I dialed in Emily's number and waited. It rang four times before she picked up.

"Hello?" She said, her voice sounding strained and crackling.

"Emily?" I said hesitantly. "Can you come to UAMS in Little Rock?"

"Anna?" she nearly shouted into the receiver. "Is that you?"

I sighed, Who else would it be? "Yes, it's me. Can you come to the UAMS?"

"Of course," she said breathlessly. "I'll be right there."

"Thank you." I said into the small receiver before hanging up.