Strange Things Happen To The Best of People

Chapter 1

Seeing Me

Bella's Point of View

When people go into comas, their mind and spirit wander freely. As in they aren't connected to their bodies anymore. True fact. But most people don't remember what happened during this period of time.

When I was starting High school, I was going to be a doctor. I studied all this knowledge and read all these books on medical theory and such but I was to find that I was afraid of needles and blood.
But what crushed my dreams further -in the most ironic way- was that when my parents were driving me home after a doctors visit, the one that I learned that I hate needles and blood, was a literal crusher.

It was fairly late at night because we had left at 7, after driving to Port Angeles it was 8, and when you are late for an appointment at that office, you wait for an opening. So we waited forty five minutes for my appointment. It was really sad actually, we were nearly home too. A block or so and we would have made it home, gone to bed, and slept in and had a happy weekend. A happy life, still leading.

But, sadly, no matter how small a town may be, you will always have drunk drivers who run red lights, crashing into families. Crashing into families coming home from doctors visits. And sometimes, like that night, the drunk hadn't a scratch to bear, and that drunk took off after it. Leaving two dead. Killing two, and leaving one. Leaving that one in a coma.

Just thank a descriptive will and an overprotective grandmother (wanting her genes to be passed on and I being that only child....); both stating, I, daughter of Charlie and Renee swan, must stay alive at all costs, no matter life support, meds and what not. I was suppose to stay alive until I was decrepit and if I do not wake up by the time I am 30 I will be taken off support. But until then I shall 'live'. Even if that way of life is having my body on a bed and my mind free to roam the world. A kind of ghost, if you will. And I will.

The weird part is that I can stand outside my body (which is not too badly mangled anymore) and see it, and I recognize it as me, making my ghostly figure look the same. I remeber my birthday, which in a few weeks will turn me 16. Again, sad. A 16 year old in a coma. I should be out and about.... Happy and carefree. Disapointing.

Usually, little kids can see me, shruging me off a just another person. And then perceptive people can get a glimpse of me every so often from the corner of their eye.

Often, like now, I hang out any place that seems to please me (anywhere, like Paris or Italy or some other foregin place). It's really cool, until you see the light breeze flowing around a couple as the kissed. Two things bugged me one was that i couldn't feel my surroundings. Nothing. So that light breeze didn't ruffle my hair, the rain that was headed in wouldn't wet me, the alps wouldn't be cold and a volcanoe wouldn't heat me so much a degree. I couldn't feel the things where my spirit was at, but right now there was a needle injecting more life into her arm and her grandmother stroking her arm.

Yes, Her. It didn't feel like I was my body without my reactions.

The second thing that bothered me was that I had no one at all to talk with, befriend, or date. You wouldn't befriend another coma'd because they usually had mental issues from their accident or induced coma. Either way you were probably crazy.

I do the smart thing. I sit in classes and learn so when I get out I can just pass everything off and be done with it. Just as I was doing right now.

I was sitting in at a class in the town my grandmother lived in - Cymig, Washington, really really close to my hospital in Forks. It was small and cute, all houses Victorian, everything looked old fashioned but worked modern. It was a really cool little town.

I was listening in on a lecture, in an advanced biology class. He was going on and on about things that I should have paid attention to, but just wasn't into it much today. But I would stay anyways, trying to act like a person, so when I do get my body back I will not always just try and leave when I am bored.

I was watching people from my desk in the back. Some were passing notes, some were doodling, some were reading, and then some were texting under the desk. But one boy was paying attention, and he was obviously new, I had been here before. He was attentive, and actually taking notes.... What surprised me was that he was very handsome with his bronze hair and honey mixed with emerald eyes... Well, he was taking notes, until the bell rang and I flitted up to the front (really close to him) to get a better look at his face.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed. I was confused. He was looking straight at me.

"How did you just come out of nowhere?" He asked. I was still at a loss for words, my mouth gaping like a fish. We just kind of sat like that for a bit until he broke the silence. "As much as I would love to sit here and ask you about your ninja-like skills and the reason your in a hospital gown but I have English to attend to.' He then slung his backpack over his arm and started to leave.

'Wait' I said, too late, he was out in the loud hallway.

I then flitted to the English wing, to see him again. There were people behind me before, but he seemed to be talking to me. Me. A spirit, a lost soul, me. Unbelievable. Improbable. And yet.....
The hallway was near empty when he rounded the corner and pausing in surprise.

"H-hey there…" He stuttered, puzzled how I could just magically appear out of nowhere
I turned around to see if anyone was behind me. Not a soul. I then turned back to him with a big grin on my face.
"You can see me"