What was happening to me? I could hear people talking but I could not open my eyes and there was something in my throat keeping me from talking. I realised I was lying down. I tried to remember where I was and what why I was this way but I couldn't. Then I heard my mom, she was talking to Charlie. Then I knew something was wrong. My parents hadn't spoken to each other since they had to when I was a kid. I tried to make out what they were saying but everything sounded like I was underwater. Then came the blackness again.

It went on like that for what felt like weeks. I would slip in and out of blackness, only catching bits of conversations. Somewhere in all that darkness I realised what I had done. I must be dying in hospital I thought to myself. What a stupid thing to have done. How I wish now I could have just done things differently. I would not have been such a bitch to my mom and Charlie. I prayed to God to help me get better and promised I would not ever do anything wrong again.

One long day after another passed and everyday things were getting clearer. I could feel someone holding my hand and I could hear doctors updating my parents on my progress.

One day I managed to flicker my eyes open. My mom was sitting in a chair beside me. She gasped and I could see a pool of tears beginning to flood her eyes.

I tried to pull out the tube in my throat so I could talk to her but she stopped me and called for the nurse. The nurse checked my pulse and blood pressure which was fine and left to get the doctor.

'Why did you do that Isabella?' my mom asked, 'you had us all so worried about you.'

I couldn't look at her. I was so ashamed of myself for getting into this mess.

A tall blonde haired man with amber coloured eyes came into the room. He had pale skin and wore grey suit pants and a light blue shirt. He looked to be in his early twenties and was without doubt the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

'Hello Isabella, my name is Dr. Cullen and I am your surgeon.'

I had surgery? I tried to sit up to see but I was too weak to even lift my head. The doc saw me struggling so he answered my unspoken question for me.

'You had some horrible injuries to the lower half of your body. The bones from your knee down on your left leg were shattered so I had to place a metal rod in there, your bowel also got punctured so that had to be repired. You fractured three of your fingers and you have a fractured rib. You were quite lucky. I have seen many who are paralysed after being in accidents like yours. So shall I give you a quick look over and we can decide whether to take out that tube or not? '

I tried to nod and he smiled at me flashing his perfect teeth at me. Was there anything not beautiful about this guy?

'Ok so let's get to it!'

After he decided everything was going well he told me to close my eyes while he took out the tube. It was a horrible feeling.

'Water', I croaked after it came out.

'Of course sweetie, I will be right back with some', said my mom.

'You should try get some sleep, your body needs to recover', said Dr Cullen as he left the room and that's exactly what I did.

I fell into a restless sleep and felt like I was only out for a few minutes when I as woken to shouting outside my room.

I opened my eyes. I must have been asleep quite a while because it was pitch dark outside. I recognised the voices as Renee and Charlie. I didn't know what they were saying because the door muffled the sound but I knew it wasn't good whatever it was. My parents didn't get along since mom left with me. He had told me about it once. He said that she told him he was a terrible husband and father because he was married to his job. He explained that he had been working a lot for a few weeks but it had only been temporary because a guy had been shot on the job and they were waiting to find someone suitable to cover for him until he was fit to come back. Mom would never talk about what happened so I took Charlie's word for it.

After a short few minutes I heard them both stomp off in different directions. I guessed that they were going home for some sleep and stuff so I drifted off to sleep again.

I was woken early the next morning to a nurse bustling around my room.

'Good morning Ms. Swan, it's good to finally see those lovely brown eyes open'.

I blushed as always. God how I wish I could just turn that reaction off. I hate it!

'Um thanks'

She smiled at me.

'Breakfast will be here shortly then I will help you get cleaned up before Dr. Cullen comes to check up on you.'

'Oh okay'

I decided to have cereal; my experiences with hospital food weren't good! I learnt the nurses name was Teresa and she came back to help me clean myself up. Then Dr Cullen arrived.

'Hello again Isabella, how are you feeling today?'

'Okay I guess still a little tired and sore though'

'Yes that's to be expected, try to rest up as much as possible while you are here. I'm going to give you a check over now just to be sure you are healing up okay.'

I did everything he asked and he said I was doing fine.

'Isabella there is something else; I want you to meets Mrs. Kelly.'

A tall brown haired woman with blue eyes entered the room. She had a friendly smile on her face. She had a clipboard in her hand and was dressed in jeans and a green cardigan.

'Mrs Kelly is a social worker and would like to talk to you about something, would you mind if I stayed while you talk?'

I shrugged. 'sure'.

He smiled and the two of them sat down on the chairs beside my bed. I wondered what this woman anted from me. She sat closest to me and started talking.

'Isabella I am very sorry to have to tell you this but your parents have decided that it would be best if you went in to foster care for a while.'

She kept talking but I didn't hear what she was saying. My own family didn't want me anymore? I had reached my turning point and they turned their back on me when I need them the most. Sure I hadn't been the best daughter the last while but I was going to fix that. Looks like I am not going to get the chance now. I didn't feel upset or angry, I just felt numb.

'Did you hear what I said, Isabella?'

Dr. Cullen was talking now.

'Sorry Dr Cullen, no could you repeat that please.'

'I would be willing to foster you for a while. I am fostering five other kids around your age at the moment as well. Most of them would get on well with you I'm sure. That way I could keep an eye on your recovery also. I would have to speak with my wife first of course but I am sure she will be fine with it. So Isabella if you wish to stay with me for a while you are welcome to,'

'Thanks Dr. Cullen, doesn't look like I have much of a choice here does it'

Mrs Kelly spoke again.

'I think you would be better with Dr Cullen for the moment given the extent of your injuries. A care home would be the other option.'

'I will ring my wife now just to be sure it's okay and so she can get your room ready. You are well enough to come home with me today. Would you like me to get her to collect any belongings from your father's house for you?'

'Yeah could you ask her to get some of my clothes and books please?'

'No problem. I will leave you two to have a talk now. I'll be back for you in a few hours when I have finished my=y shift to take you home.'

'Thank you Dr. Cullen.'

'Please call me Carlisle'

He smiled at me and left the room.

'Now Isabella I know this is a lot to take in, how do you feel about it?'

I bit my bottom lip and shrugged.

'I don't know, I guess it's a shock but I didn't expect this.'

'I know. I have worked in a lot of cases like this and almost all the time things do work out so try not to worry too much about it.'

She talked for another few minutes and left to find Carlisle so she could arrange to call to the house tomorrow with papers for him and his wife to sign.

A few hours later he was back with a wheelchair to take me home with him. He helped me out of my bed and into the car. The pain was awful. It was like getting stabbed in the chest every time I moved.

Soon we were on our way. He made a few attempts at conversation and I tried to answer him as well as I could. After a ten minute drive, he pulled off the road into his driveway. It was at least half a mile long. A huge white house came into view through some trees. There was a woman who I presumed was his wife waiting on the porch for us. She was very beautiful as well with the same pale skin and amber eyes. She rushed over to the car to greet us. Carlisle introduced her to me as Esme.

'You are very welcome. Please make yourself at home while you are here and never be afraid to ask us for anything. We are here to help you and happy to have you.'

'Thank you'

'You are very welcome dear. Now let's get you inside out of the cold.'

Carlisle got my wheelchair out of the back of his car and helped me into it.

'Where are the rest of the kids?'

'They are gone on a camping trip in the mountains. You can meet them tomorrow.'

Esme gave me a quick tour of the downstairs of the house since I couldn't go up the stairs with this damn wheelchair. She then brought me to the room she had made up for me and left me to settle in.

There was a big bed with new green sheets on and in the drawers there was some of my clothes like I had asked for and my books were on the nightstand. I looked out the window and saw there was a river to the side of the house. Esme brought me some food and Carlisle helped me get into bed. I as tired so I dozed off quickly.

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