ok, so here's chapter two. thanks to the two people out of the eighteen that read it for reviewing it. i love you guys!
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disclaimer: no ownage on the characters. but the plot is all mine. (cue evil laugh.(sorry it just felt appropriate.))
Who Are You?
I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar room. I was in a strange bed, strange clothes. Where was I? I started panicking, my heartbeat quickened. I sat up, and I tried to remember what had happened up until now.
I faintly remember a hospital room and my mother in tears, crying hysterically. And something about amnesia? I wasn't sure.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and realized that, when my left leg clunked down, I was in a cast.
Huh, I wonder how I did that, I thought to myself, as I soon figured out that I would be unable to walk with my bulky cast in place. I had repeatedly attempted to stand up, and I consequently crashed back on to the bed over and over. My head began to throb again. I reached up to touch the pain and my hand met, once again, the bandages wrapped tightly around my head.
I growled in my frustration. I decided that I wouldn't be able to move from my spot in the room any time soon. I looked around the room. The small room was painted a buttery yellow, it was pretty. There were posters covering most of the walls. The sun was streaming through the two windows opposite the wall with the door. I guessed it was sometime during the morning. There was a dresser across from where I was sitting on the bed. It was white, old, and looked like it had seen better days. There was an assortment of picture frames on the top of it.
I decided that I liked this room. It was happy. It was bright. I just wanted to know whose it was.
I sat there for an immeasurable moment staring off into space when the door to my right opened up. I jumped at the squeaking sound the door made when it opened. My mother walked into the room. She smiled when she saw me awake. I forced a smile, but it quickly fell when my cheeks screamed in protest.
"Hi, honey. How are you?" Renee asked me with a kind smile.
"I'm fine…" I stated, still a bit unsure if I actually was fine.
"You like your room?" she asked me, chuckling silently, as she caught me looking all around the room.
So this was my room? I was pleasantly surprised at this thought; I liked this room.
Renee handed me a glass of water and three long, white oval-shaped pills. I stared at them unsure of what to do.
"You may want to take these. I'm sure your head hurts a bit," my mom said.
"H-how, what do I d-do with them?"I asked her, stuttering, with my still scratchy voice.
"You swallow them, sweetie. Here, put the pills in your mouth." I complied. "Now, take a sip of water, and swallow the pills with it."
I attempted to swallow the pills and ended up choking on the water. I spit the water back out into the glass along with the pills. Renee chuckled again silently.
"OK, maybe we'll just try that later." She paused. "You have some visitors downstairs, if you want to see them?"
I nodded, slightly confused. Who would want to see me? I didn't know.
"OK, baby. I'll go bring them up. You stay here, OK?" she told me. I nodded again as I leaned back against the headboard.
Renee left the room and came back a few moments later. Three people entered the room behind her. The first person to come in after her was a tiny girl with short, black hair. She sort of resembled a pixie. She had a huge smile plastered on her face, but it didn't completely reach her eyes. They were filled with what I labeled as worry.
The second person to enter the small room was a large boy. He looked Native American, as he was very tan, and had gorgeous long, black hair. He was well built, his shirt clinging to his muscles nicely. He also had the same worried yet still smiling face that the girl had.
And the last person to enter the room was, well, he was gorgeous to say the least. He was tall, and he had the most peculiar shade of bronze for his hair. He had stunning, emerald green eyes. His face lit up as he caught my eyes, noticing my ogling. I blushed and looked away, embarrassed that I had been caught.
"Well, I'll just let you guys catch up," Renee suggested and left the room, shutting the door behind her.
The pixie-like girl burst into tears the moment my mother disappeared. She fell to my side, enclosing me in a vice tight hug.
"Oh, Bella! I thought I had lost you! Forever!" she wailed. "I'm so happy you're alive; I would've missed you so much!"
She continued to sob into my t-shirt as I laid there in my silent stupor.
"Alice, I think you're scaring her," I heard a soft voice say. The girl named Alice didn't loosen her grip even a little.
I felt someone sit on the end of the bed. Simultaneously, the girl was pulled off of me. I looked up to see her on the lap of the bronze-haired boy. The tan boy, sat next to me, hugged me, and kissed my cheek. I flinched away, startled by what this complete stranger had just done.
"Um, who are you?" I asked them all in a small voice, no louder than a whisper.
Their faces wore expressions of hurt, pity, and worry. I guessed that it was because I didn't remember them.
"I'm Alice, your best friend. You, you don't even remember me?" she broke into hysterical tears again. The bronze-haired boy shushed her and tried to calm her down.
Best friend? What in the world was she talking about? I had no clue who she was. I felt a surge of guilt. Why couldn't I remember anything? I felt bad that I was causing this Alice so much pain.
"No, I'm sorry. I just can't, I don't remember," I apologized as I felt tears of my own begin to puddle up in my eyes and drip down my face.
"Aw, Bells, honey, it's OK. It's OK," the tan boy comforted me. He tried to hug me again, but I flinched away. It bugged me that he kept trying to do that. I didn't even know who he was.
"Who are you?" I questioned once again, anger slightly tainting my voice. He looked taken aback by my tone.
"I'm Jacob. You're my girlfriend…or were?" he said, dejectedly.
What is he talking about? Is he saying he's my…my boyfriend? I was shocked, utterly shocked by this. How could I not remember my boyfriend? More startled and frightened tears fell from my eyes.
"No, you can't be," I said in a small voice. "I would remember you. Wouldn't I?"
Jacob looked like he was close to tears. I was becoming angrier by the second, but I was angry with myself, for not being able to remember. I completely flipped out on the bronze-haired boy.
"And who are you? What, my other boyfriend? Just someone else I won't be able to remember? You know what? I don't even care who you are." My tears drowned out my rambling, and the bronze-haired boy slid Alice out of his lap and pulled me into her place.
I collapsed against his chest, still sobbing. He hugged me tight. This action was faintly familiar; it tugged at something in my now horrible memory. I ignored that and continued my crying.
The bronze-haired boy let me cry myself out until I was just sniffling. He pulled me back from his chest and smiled sadly.
"I'm Edward, by the way. Alice's brother. I guess you could say I'm your other best friend?" he offered timidly with a small, crooked smile.
"Oh," was all I could get out.
I felt horrible; these people seemed nice enough, so why couldn't I remember them? What did I do to do deserve these wonderful people when all I could give them was, well, nothing? I couldn't even give them the reassurance that I recognized who they were. I felt like a terrible person at that moment.
I pulled away from Edward, and Alice jumped at me again. This time I hugged her back as tight as I could. If I acted like I knew her maybe some memories would return to me. Maybe it would help me remember and know things once again.
"Belly, I was so worried. And don't worry about remembering me; we'll become friends all over again. I just love you so, so, so much. I hope you know that," she said as she hugged me. Her words made me tear up all over again.
Renee walked in as we ended our hug. I looked over at her to find her smiling.
"OK, Bella needs her rest. You can come back later if you want. But now, you've got to leave," Renee said bluntly, obviously kicking them out. Edward chuckled at her, and Alice smiled widely. Jacob still looked close to tears and very hurt. I felt bad, but the feeling quickly passed.
They all hugged me goodbye, with the exception of Jacob, who I noticed grimacing as I hugged Edward goodbye. Renee sat down on the edge of my bed as they left my room.
"Oh, honey. How are you?" she asked me.
"I'm OK." I paused. "Um, Mom, can you tell me wh-, can you tell me what happened to me?"
"Well," she said with a heavy sigh, "it was last Friday night. You went to someone's end-of-summer party with your younger sister, Angela." She started to tear up at the mention of her name.
"You were drinking, or so I'm told," her voice got very stern as she said that. "The both of you were drunk and you got into Angela's car." She started crying in earnest now.
"You were on the highway, and by some stroke of bad luck, another drunk driver came at you head on. Angela," she hesitated and sniffled. "was killed instantly and you only broke your leg and got a nasty concussion.
"That's why you can't remember anything," she finished her monologue.
I was shocked. It was my fault, all my fault. She was dead, and I did it. I had killed my sister. I started to hyperventilate.
"Honey? Bella? Bella, please, calm down. I know what you're thinking," Renee said to me. "It's not all your fault. Please, don't blame yourself, you didn't mean for it to happen. I know you didn't," she finished fiercely.
At that point I just broke down. I sobbed in my mother's arms while she let me cry, and rocked me back and forth on the bed.
I knew how hard this must be for her; she had lost both her daughters in the same day. Or at least the equivalent to that. One was permanently gone, while the other, me, didn't remember anything. She had basically lost the only daughter she had left. I wasn't the same person. I didn't think I would ever be the same person I was before.
Renee stayed there with me, letting me ruin her shirt with my tears. It didn't seem to matter to her. She seemed to only care that I was taken care of.
After I had cried myself out for the second time today, she slipped me off of her lap and onto the bed. She tucked me under the comforter and kissed my cheek.
"You really do need to rest, Belly. I'll be here when you wake up, OK?" she assured me.
I nodded in response to her. And as she left my room, I nodded off, succumbing to the darkness behind my eyelids once more.
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