-1Okay, here's what happened "Uncle Jack kidnapped Bella and made her forget everything, so he can recreate her. I swear it will all fall into place sooner or later. you guys don't kill me after this. I'm going to do what I call "pulling a Stephanie"(which twilight belongs to bows to Stephanie Meyer). PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!! And also please don't kill me.

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BPOV

They took me home after a week of intensive care. The doctor told me to look at things at my house to see if they bring back any memories. I didn't think they would, but he told me to try anyways. His voice was full of sincere hope, like he actually thought that I would get back my memories.

The ride home was treacherous, not because of the terrain, but because of the dead silence filling the cab of the truck. It was almost like a petrifying nightmare.

I thought that I might live in the city like New York, but it turned out that I lived in a medium sized city, in a run down house.

When we entered the house, he cleared his throat in that awkward way. "Um Jamie I suppose I should tell you about yourself."

"I suppose you should." I replied, not really in the mood to try to act like I was paying any attention whatsoever. I was circling the room, that I assumed was the living room. The mantle was empty, but a picture of Caleb, and a women holding a baby. It was old, like from back in the ninety's.

She was beautiful, her black, wavy hair flowed down to the middle of her back. And her green eyes were terrifyingly piercing, I thought that even through the picture she could tell what I was thinking, and she was scolding me for it.

"Uh uh." He cleared his throat again "That was Lucille, she was your mother." He said. His voice broke at the end. And I could tell what that meant. "She is holding you. That picture was taken a few months before she died." I could tell that it pained him to talk about her, so I changed the subject quickly.

"Um, so what about me?" I asked, afraid of sounding greedy, or something like that.

"Well, your 17, you are a straight A student. You are a bit of a loner. You like all kinds of music, and you love to read, fantasy mostly." he said. I could tell that he probably didn't know much more, so I didn't press him.

I went up to the room that he claimed was mine.

It was………very bland, like someone had just moved in, and had had no time to redecorate, the hideous flower wall paper, and the twin bed, stationed it the corner, that looked like it hadn't been moved in century's.

The dresser in the corner, was dusty and old, its ivory drawers made it hideous, and the design in the wood was of rose's drooping.

If there was one thing that I knew I wouldn't have liked it was this room.

So we went about our business, I went to school and met some friends (old, or new, I didn't know)

I got into this rhythm that happened everyday. I got home from school, did my school work, then cleaned the house. When Caleb got home he fixed dinner, we ate in silence, then I went up to my room, and read for a while. Caleb was right about one thing………I did like fantasy things, and for some reason I was particularly attracted to vampire, and werewolf novels.

(A/N: This is were I say you will kill me.)

The months went by, not a single memory came back.

JULY……………..

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APRIL…………….

MAY……………..

Please don't kill me. Something that may confuse you, ill explain. The picture of the family of the mantle. He once had a family but they died in a train wreck, but I'm not going to put that into the story. To people who have questions just ask in a review and ill answer them for you.

Veronica Lyn