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I looked down at our hands, now intertwined and connected at the fingers. "Edward, is there something else I'm supposed to remember about you?"

He fidgeted for a second, looking as though he was debating whether or to tell me something important. He shoved his unoccupied hand into his pocket and fingered something in there. He slowly pulled the contents of his pocket with his hand wrapped around it. I leaned forward unconsciously, wanting to know what was in his hand. He slowly uncurled his fingers and dropped the little object into my hand. I gasped quietly as I found my eyes glued to the little thing. Tears welled in my eyes and I felt my heart swell.

"Oh my God, Edward." I whispered in disbelief, raising a hand over my mouth.

Umano

Chapter 7

My fingers gently grasped what was in my hand. A dainty sparkling jewel, embezzled in a white gold ring, glittered in my hand, it weighed virtually nothing but held the weight of the world in mean to me. My hand fluttered to cover my gaping mouth. Tears sprung to my eyes as memories flooded into my brain.

In a large room, white flower arraignments, accented by little pink roses and baby's breath, cover ever flat surface and ribbons dangle from the ceiling, draping gracefully in gentle arcs sailing across the room. Mahogany pews line up like little children ready to march out to recess. In the neat pews, stands everyone I've ever known, waiting for my decent down the isle at a slow pace. All eyes are on me and I feel the heat of the stares rush to my face. I continue to survey the people surrounding me, shifting from one foot to the other; I take my fathers hand and begin my walk, frantically searching for my groom.

He is waiting at the end of the isle, dressed exquisitely and smiling like he has the world in his eyes. When our eyes meet, I feel like I'm home and I know that I could travel the world with him, everywhere from exotic upside-down places to our backyard, and I would be safe knowing that he loves me.

I look into the eyes of the man sitting to my right. He had stuck with me no matter what. I remembered that once I was mentally stable, I began to see him outside of the sessions that we had inside the institution. We fell madly in love once there was no setting of professionalism needing to be kept up. We were inseparable, moving in with each other after the first month of dating. After that, he quickly proposed and promised me the world.

"Bella?" he looked at me with reluctant expectancy. "Are you back? Do you remember?"

My voice was trembling with the emotion pent up over all the years I couldn't remember. "Edward." his voice rolled off of my tongue in a million different ways, sounded like a precious prayer than a name. "How could I forget?" my hand gently grazed his cheek as tears of his own began to fall.

"Bella." he chocked out, throat tight with relief. "Bella, Bella." he repeated my name like a mantra, cling to the word. His finger fumbled for a moment, then regained their smoothness as he slid the little ring back into its rightful place on my ring finger, glinting in the light.

"Edward." I enjoyed the sweet shape of his name on my lips, knowing I was saying it with purpose, unlike before when I only had the impression of just meeting.

"Well, isn't this sweet? They're back together again, too bad it won't last." Al made himself a rude reminder of the other topic of conversation.

My eyes shifted quickly to him, frowning at the disruption.

"We can talk later." Edward suggested hopefully, telling me in not so many words that he'd still be there for me after this.

Al looked at Carlisle with defiance. "Looks like she's remembering." He drew out the word as though speaking to a child. "Too bad that's too late and too little."

I looked at Carlisle, once again confused. "What?" I asked, knowing we'd be returning to a conversation that I didn't understand.

Carlisle looked at me with sad eyes and spoke, directing his words at Al. "Isn't this enough though? She's showing improvement."

"Please." Edward pleaded, moving to stare at Al as well.

"What?" I asked, though again it seemed as though my words were lost in the three-way staring contest. "Will someone explain this to me?"

"Yeah Carlisle," Al sneered. "Why don't you explain the situation to Bella?"

Carlisle looked like he was going to retort, but was ultimately defeated. "Bella…"

"Carlisle, no." Edward protested. "If we can just give her more time, she might remember more, the hallucinations could go away, she might get-"

"What hallucinations?" I asked. "Am I still crazy?"

The men on either side of me looked at me with pity. "Well, Bella, um… yes." Edward said with difficulty.

Carlisle sucked in a deep breath. "Why don't we start from the beginning, son."

"OH! This is going to be good!" Al shouted as he grabbed a chair and plopped himself in the seat, eyes eager for something.

I looked back at Edward and waited for him to start his story.

"Uh, okay." He sighed, knowing there's no way he could convince the others to wait. "So, you know you were admitted to the New York Institution for the Criminally Insane, right?" I nodded and he continued. "Well, you were admitted because you would black out and maim people without knowing." He cringed a little, dragging up memories it seemed as though he would like to just forget them.

"When?" I asked. "When was I admitted?"

Edward glanced at Carlisle, then back to me. "It was a week after we were married. We just came home from the honeymoon and then you acted out. I knew beforehand that you were admitted before, but everyone thought you were stable…"

Al jumped in excitedly. "You attacked an entire grocery store! Guess how many people lived? Non-"

"Shut up." Carlisle cut off. I wondered if I was really capable of this, horrified by my own cruelty.

"Anyway, we had found what triggers your blackouts; it's a certain drug that builds up in your brain over time and releases all at once and causes you to loose control. Al, who works for the institution, found a pill that will trigger your episodes." I breathed in quickly through my nose. "So, that was helpful because we could then try to find something to counteract that drug and make you better. So, one day, Al showed up with another drug that he claimed could heal hell and high water. Because we were at a dead end, and had been for months, we tried it." Edward cast his eyes downward. "It was the biggest mistake of my life."

"You went completely wild, for lack of a better word to use; you went mad." Carlisle continued. "You freaked out and attacked anyone who got in your way, then escaped from the institution. No one is quite sure how you got out, but you did." Edward flinched at this sentence. Carlisle paused for a moment the kept on with the story. "You completely disappeared. Your father was incredibly worried about you, he was inconsolable-"

"Wait," I interjected, "my father?"

Carlisle nodded softly. "Yes, your father, Charlie Swan. He lives in Forks; you grew up there, went to high school and started classes at the local college."

"No, I'm in high school. I couldn't have gone to college." My brow furrowed at this thought, 'What had I forgotten?'

"Yes, you went to college, your freshman year, you married Edward; who you knew from therapy when you were in your later teens."

"How old am I?" I asked.

Edward finally spoke up. "Bella, you're twenty-one, I am twenty seven."

I dropped my head, wondering what was happening. I thought I was seventeen. "So, what happened next?"

"Well, at the time, you were living with Edward but over the summer, before the wedding, you went to visit your mother and her new boyfriend Phil in Florida."

"PHIL? How? He's here! I live with him now!" I exclaimed.

Edward looked away, but not before I saw the tears forming in his eyes. Carlisle spoke up. "Renee and Phil died in a car crash two months ago. They drove off a cliff in the middle of the night, burned up in the explosion."

"So," I paused, "who do I live with?"

"Bella, you live in a house that was taken by foreclosure years ago. You live alone; there is no Phil."

"No." was all that slipped out of my mouth before the lights went out.

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