ATTENTION: Well, it seems the previous chapter has caused confusion xD! Don't worry guys, it'll be explained in later chapters!

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Oh, and this is based on a true story, if that answers your question GraciexLovesxYou. I'm sure my dear friend wouldn't want me to tell you about her personal life, so I'm not stating any names. But she has experienced extreme abuse, so this story is dedicated to her. I love you honey, you know who you are!

I've used her permission to use her life as the base for this story. And she absolutely adores my writing, from what she tells me. Ah, I feel so embarrassed! She thinks the poems and excerpts are a nice touch. Haha, silly girl.

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BPOV

I wonder a lot.

I just seem to think aimlessly about a variety of subjects.

I wonder how the world revolves.

I wonder why geniuses are so smart.

I wonder if aliens exist.

I wonder about the wide ranges of mental stability.

I wonder what others think about Edgar Allen Poe.

I wonder what people should live for.

I wonder why we all die eventually.

I wonder when the universe will be reborn.

Yes, I seem to drift off into my own little world, just pondering on the most pointless, yet fascinating things.

Wonder, wonder, wonder.

Marveling in such a dream-like state that I never want to leave.

There's so much to think about.

Especially if you're one of those sappy romantics.

Don't tell anyone, but I'm a bit of a closet romantic myself.

I often find myself enchanted by the mere thoughts of meeting my 'soulmate'.

Corny, yes. But you can't blame a girl for trying.

But maybe I'm too plain, too worthless for anyone to truly accept me for who I am.

And what I live through.

But I still wonder.

I do feel needs of experiencing a tender touch.

A caressing kiss.

A warm and inviting embrace.

I wonder a lot.

So much, it's not even funny.

I give myself headaches when I go too deep.

Pathetic, I know.

Yet, I still can't help but wonder.

I wonder if there's anyone out there that wants to love me?

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Everything was pitch black, and I didn't know where I was.

It was like I was in an empty room with darkly covered walls.

"Hello?" I heard my voice echo. I shivered, feeling alone and trapped.

"Bella, baby?"

"M-Mom?" I choked out. What was happening?

I stared in awe as the blackness transformed into a familiar setting.

Renee's house.

"Yes, mommy?"

I squeaked in surprise, staring with wide eyes at what was in front of me.

It was my mother. My living, beautiful mother. And then..

There was me, in all my 7 year old glory.

What the hell? Was I hallucinating?

"Oh, honey. Phil and I are going to get married!"

"Really? That's great mommy! But what about daddy?"

"He's fine, baby. He's the chief police officer of Forks! I'm sure he's happy, like you and me."

"Cool! Can we go visit him? Or maybe we can invite him to the wedding! Mommy, I want to help plan the wedding!"

"Sure thing sweetheart. You can be my little helper."

Oh no.. I knew what was going to happen next. I felt awkward, watching the scene. I mean, there was 2 different beings that were me. The age difference was obvious, but it was weird to see yourself talking to what you thought was your dead mother.

"Mommy?" My 7 year old self asked, tilting her head. I watched as her shoulder-length curls fell on her face. The little me followed mom in the kitchen. Renee turned on the small radio sitting on the counter, and the sweet melodies of Clair de Lune filled my ears. Both my former self and my mother were humming to the tune as Renee was retrieving ingredients for lunch.

"Yes, baby?" She asks my past self softly, settling the preparations on the counter before picking me up and swinging us into a dance.

"Do you love me?" Little Bella giggles, draping her arms around Renee's shoulders and settling her small head in the crook of Renee's neck.

"Of course I do!" Renee held little Bella in arms length to gaze at her lovingly; with her sparkling hazel eyes.

"What's an abortion?" Little Bella suddenly blurted out, her child-like curiosity popping up.

"Why?" Renee looked shocked, settling little Bella down on the floor and bending her knees to little Bella's level.

"Daddy mentioned it to me when he was telling me bedtime stories." Little Bella whispered, tilting her head once again and unconsciously obscuring her face. Renee swept them away and brought little Bella's hair behind her ears.

"It's nothing honey."

"Phil says that you should have had an abortion when you had me, too. What is it? I want to know." Little Bella pushed on, wanting to know.

I felt my heart break as I predicted what was coming next. I was so naive at the time. So gullible..

"..."

"What does kill mean? Phil says he wants to kill me."

"..."

"Is it a good thing? I want to kill!"

"..." Renee was quiet as little Bella spoke happily, not even knowing what she was talking about.

"Mommy?"

"Run away, dear." Renee sobbed before she let out a gurgling scream.

"Why?" Her big brown eyes widened in surprise.

"Isabella, mommy's dead." Phil's malignant voice said behind Renee as she dropped to the floor in front of me.

"Phil? What does dead mean?"

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough." Phil cackled, before little Bella screamed at the sight of blood pooling around Renee.

"MOMMY!!"

"Isabella, go upstairs."

"B-But, m-mommy!"

"Now." Little Bella, scared shitless, ran up the stairs. She blubbered nonsense, not sure whether to be disbelieving or traumatized.

After a few minutes, I watched little Bella quietly make her way down the stairs to see what Phil was doing.

I fell to my knees with pure disgust and sadness.

Don't scream little Bella, Don't scream..

Little Bella screamed, and Phil tore his lustful gaze from the dead body known as my mother.

The sick fuck. He was raping my mother's corpse, and I had it burned into my retinas twice now.

"NO!" My cry fell on deaf ears. I felt as if I were a ghost, no one acknowledging my presence. Phil pulled out of my mother and put on his pants.

"Come here, you tiny BITCH!"

"NO! MOMMY! ARE YOU OKAY?!"

Phil chased little Bella around, throwing whatever he could find at her. He picked up a vase, and threw it at little Bella's head.

I winced, remembering the pain, as little Bella fell to the floor, her head bleeding profusely.

I heard little Bella let out a faint whisper before her sight faded to black.

"Mommy! Don't leave me! Please!" And with that, she fainted. Phil walked up to her and kicked her stomach forcefully. Her tiny body flew into the wall.

I couldn't stand anymore. My body thrummed in numb tingles, reacting to the little flashback with negatively.

Was someone out to spite me? I witnessed my mother's murder at a young age, I didn't need to be seeing it again.

After Phil killed my mother, he buried her in the backyard. He made me clean up the evidence, washing and bleaching the blood off the floor.

We moved around. Most of the times in shady places, for the police had other things to do.

Of course Phil would move us into the ghetto. The police were too caught up in other crimes to pinpoint my mother's killer.

The bastard.

Everything turned black again, and I was left in silence.

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EPOV

Everyone was sitting in the waiting room, looking paranoid.

Including myself.

We were all a little jumpy, eager to hear any news about Bella's condition. Our eyes were sullen yet panicked, and we were getting restless.

Carlisle informed us that he needed to perform surgery right away.

Carlisle managed to tell us everything about what he had to fix.

-Brain hemorrhage; he needed to pull out the some swollen tissue to fix the internal bleeding. Of course it was the result to constant blows to the head.

-Knee; it was fucking shattered, so he was required to insert metal plates and such. For the healing of the knee would take years.

-Appendix; she had appendicitis! What the hell, and I thought it couldn't get much worse!

-Ribs; turns out 4 of them were broken and 1 was bruised.

-Lung; one of her ribs punctured it, so Bella had to have oxygen stuffed down her throat.

-Blood; she lost so much blood from the supposedly large gash in her back. I don't know, I haven't seen it yet. But dad told me it was pretty nasty.

-Dislocated shoulder; he had to pop it back in. Ouch. More pain to add for our sweet Bella.

-Broken ankle, arm AND cheekbone; what the fuck. If I find the son of a bitch who hurt her.. All she needed for those was a cast, so they would recover in due time.

-Infections; Carlisle had to pump shit out from Bella's blood. Alice and Rosalie told me that they've seen lacerations and cuts on Bella's leg. Not to mention welts from belt whipping. Other wounds were infected from not being properly cleaned or bandaged.

That was what Carlisle told me so far.

Alice was jumping in her seat, gripping the plastic arm rests. I was kind of scared for her sanity. I've never realized how strong she was as I watched her pull the arm rest upwards, bending it.

SNAP!

"Oops.. Did I just do that?" Alice mumbled at the arm rest she just snapped in half. Oh, I was definitely scared for her.

SNAP!

Jasper, Emmett, Alice and I turned to Rosalie, who broke both of her arm rests.

Well, shit. I will never question a woman's strength again.

"What the fuck! I want to see Bella!" Rosalie roared, bringing the plastic arm rest she broke into both of her hands.

She brought it down to her knee in frustration, snapping it in half once again.

All you sexists out there should watch your back.

We've been waiting for about 8 hours straight. School hours had ended 26 minutes ago.

It was 3:04 P.M. And no updates on Bella's status were given.

How long was the surgery supposed to last?

"Anyone here for Isabella Swan?" Our eyes narrowed to the male nurse and he flinched.

"That would be us." Rosalie hissed, standing up. The man gulped.

His eyes snapped to Rose, to Alice, then to the broken arm rests.

"U-Um, we have good news and some bad news."

"Well? Spit it out dude!" Emmett tapped his foot impatiently.

"The good news is that all her surgeries have been successful, and her infected wounds have been cleansed thoroughly. She is now bandaged up, and you are now able to visit her."

"The bad news?" I asked in a strain voice, gazing at him tiredly.

"She might suffer from, uh," he stared at us in fear, intimidated, as we glared at him, "Ah.."

"What? She might suffer from what?" I snarled. His nervousness was starting to bug me.

"She, er.."

"WHAT?!" Alice shrieked.

"T-The tissue taken out to fix the hemorrhage was.. Um.."

I huffed angrily. Stupid nurse.

"Just tell us where her room is damn it!" I demanded, holding back the urge to punch him in the face.

"I-It's Room 138, the last door on t-the right. It's at the end of t-that hall."

We all gruffly spoke out gratitude before sprinting to Bella's room. I smirked at the nurse's way of dialect. Only Bella could pull off the stuttering.

I had to know if she was okay, and how bad she was banged up.

I needed to comfort her if she needed a shoulder to cry on, I wanted to hold her.

I wanted to take her pain away and just help her get through her past.

I needed to know what's she'd lived through.

And I was going to figure it out in a matter of minutes.

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A little birdie told me that you wanted a friend.

I told the little birdie,

"That wish? I can tend."

I'm willing to help you, girly.

A helping hand, I can lend.

But please, don't be scared of me.

Or the family we know as a God-send.

You know we love you, truly.

Your broken heart, we will mend.

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BPOV

My eyes fluttered open, and the first the I saw was brightness. I tightly shut my eyes, blinded, until I opened them slowly to adapt.

Where was I?

I tried to sit up, but gasped when my body flared in discomfort.

I was sore all over, and I felt my head pound with an annoying headache.

The blood rushing through my head made my ears acute, my sense of hearing on edge.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I winced at the sound, my ears ringing. Birds chirping outside the window increased my unmerciful headache.

I could hear the blood pumping in my ears after the ringing stopped.

I tried to sit up again, ignoring the burning sensations exploding from my body, crying out in protest for me to just lie down and stay still.

A hospital?

I used the machinery of the adjustable bed to my advantage, raising the upper half of the bed into an 85 degree angle. I comfortably put my back against the slightly slanted bed and examined the large room.

It was furnished with red, cushioned chairs. They sat off against the right side of the room, near the door. There was also a cart next to the bed I sat on. Probably for positioning the medical supplies. Or maybe it was a food cart?

To my left was a very large window with a nice view. A tree was looming near the glass barrier, and I smiled as I saw a nest, 4 eggs settled comfortably in it.

The sun was shining, kissing my skin through the tree's branches in almost a welcoming manner.

My arm had 2 needles projected into it, and I saw one was connected to a bag of blood. The other had its tube connected to a clear substance. I think it was liquefied nutrition to keep my energy going.

My right finger was clasped with a wired clip, which was trailing into a monitor that signaled my heart beat.

Why was I here?

The door squeaked open, informing me that I had visitors.

I turned my head to see five, very familiar gorgeous people barreling through the door.

"Bella!" They chorused, smiling at me fondly. I felt my lips quirk up into a hesitant smile before asking my question.

"Who are you?"

And everything came crashing down.

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