Author's Chapter Notes:

I bet you all just hate me because of the last chapter and now you'll hate me more. But I have to get this serious stuff out of the way before it can get fun again.

I stared blankly at the open space for a minute, forgetting the pandemonium I stood in. Dead? That wasn't possible. My father can't die. The devil can't die, can he?

I looked around, hoping for something that would take my mind of the bloody corpse. Beside my father's shredded Audi, there was a crumpled truck. It's front looked like a sandwich that had been stepped on. Bits of metal were scattered on the bloody ground and even sticking out of the windshield. The seats inside had been shredded. The top was crunched and caved in, obviously flipping over like my father's car after the impact.

"Hey, there's someone in the other car!" a paramedic screeched. Four paramedics sprinted over to the crushed vehicle. With extreme effort, they wrenched the door open and pulled out a mangled body. The arms and legs were splayed in odd directions, and cuts covering most of the body. They held it carefully and walked over to me.

"Sir, do you know who this is?" they asked me sternly. I looked closer. Brown hair was dripping with blood, and I could tell the skin was pale despite the cuts and bruises. Suddenly I realized exactly who it was: Bella.

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The hospital reeks of death. I suppose that would be expected, but you don't realize how strong a odor it is until you experienced it. The potent odor of death is one that is overwhelming. It's the scent of too much peroxide and the choking smell of a rotting oak tree. The scent of lies. People trying to clean them up or start them. I think by now you can grasp the concept.

I ran behind the paramedics. Her face was barely recognizable beneath the scrapes and oozing blood, yet she still managed to be devastatingly beautiful. Once in the intensive care unit with her still body, I stood motionless. This was my fault. I didn't know how, but it was. It's my fault that she's breathing through a tube and being prodded by people that don't even know her name. Nurses in baggy green suits charged at me from all directions.

"Young man, unless you're family, we have to ask you to leave the patient's room." one of the nurses said sternly.

"I am family. I'm her . . . fiancée." I said quickly. Fiancée? Where did that come from?

"Alright. You can stay then." she said. Though there were various assortments of tube and wires running through her nose and mouth, her breathing came in short, quiet gasps. Her usually pale skin was even whiter now, making her look like a corpse. Stitches covered her left arm and right cheek.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Barlow. And you are . . .?" a man said. He was tall and well built, but his face looked as if it had seen too many battles.

"Her fiancée." I finished.

"Yes. I have come to inform you that Ms. Swan will be fine. no paralyzed limbs, and she will be able to walk and talk. But due to severe damage of the head, I'm afraid that most, if not all, of her memory will be gone. Have a good day. I must run." he informed me.

All of her memories? She won't remember her house, Wuthering Heights, even her own father's smile? She won't remember lying motionless in the sun. She won't remember her friends or her family. She won't have anything but the peace of mind in knowing that I never touched her life. When she wakes up, she'll know me as the boy she sits by in biology, not the boy who loves her.

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Bella's POV

My eyes flickered open and them quickly slammed shut. Why is it so bright? White light is everywhere. Maybe I'm in heaven. What did I do to get there though?

I felt my eyebrows crease as they opened completely. The place I was in smelled strange. Some rotting smell that completely blots out every other scent. I open my mouth to let out a deep yawn, and it feels like I've been sleeping for half of eternity. The object beneath my head makes a crunching sound as I turn to look around. I must be in heaven. If I wasn't, why would there be an angel beside me? The divine creature has messy hair that sticks up in all directions. I want to touch it . . .

My hands is tugged back down by a cord when it moves to touch the bronze locks. Instead of fighting with it, I turn my head back to the angle. What eyes it has! Lovely emeralds shielded by long, swooping eyelashes. His skin is a creamy ivory that looks just as silky as his hair. His nose is turned up in disgust as if he smells the rotting too.

"Why is your nose crinkly?" I asked him.

He gasped as if my voice was as loud as the crack of thunder. "Bella?"

"Who's that?" I whispered, not wanting to stomp out his velvety voice.

"You." he answered.

"Oh. And who are you?" I asked. Surely this heavenly creature has a name!

"Edward. My name is Edward." he replied.

"Why are you here?" I questioned. I wanted to see his full lips dance up and down in a fixed pattern, and to hear the musical voice come out.

"My father is dead." he whispered. I saw an unidentifiable emotion take over his eyes for a moment, and then disappear.

"I thought God couldn't die." I retorted.

"What?"

"You're an angel, and God created angels, so you're father must be God." I answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. But then again, that was the only thing I was even half-way sure of.

"I'm no an angel, Bella. My father is not God. At least not my biological father." he returned.

"Yes you are. You are an angel." I shot back with rough anger.

"No I'm not." he said sternly. He moved closer to me. My eyes became wide and starry at the sight of his body moving so near to mine. "Why don't you go back to sleep, sweetheart." he breathed. His sweet breath tickled my face lightly.

"How do know my heart tastes good?" I said loudly. He laughed a beautiful laugh. It sounded like large wind chimes swaying along with smaller ones, creating a harmonious resonance.

"Just sleep, you silly girl." he chuckled.

"How do you sleep?" I asked confusedly.

He paused and looked at he ground, and then looked back at me. "Close your eyes and listen."

I slammed my eyes shut and strained my hear for the slightest jingle or hum. What came to my ears was a sweet tune. Notes danced about and whispered for me to invite the night in. I obeyed them and let dark rush over me.

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(I know some of you guys don't like constantly changing perspectives, but leaving it that short would be evil.)

Edward's POV

She thought I was an angel? I was the farthest thing from that. By founding out the cause of my father's expensive Audi, I knew that I had done this to her.

My father was heading around the corner and attempting to head out onto Calawah road. As he was turning, a heart attack struck him. The paramedics were befuddled by this idea. A man dying of a heart attack at age 54? Then an absolute stroke of genius hit them in the head with a hard knock.

"Did he have any alcohol issues?" they asked warily.

My mother cut in with a sincere smile. "No. He was in fact against alcohol. Deprived the mind of its most valuable knowledge, he would say."

She, more than anyone else, knew how often he was wasted. She also knew that when he was intoxicated, he was mildly violent. I know she hasn't forgotten the slaps and skin twists he gave her repeatedly. It was never enough to injure her, but it still smarted. Though for some, they were killed by their savage husbands; the very people who claimed to have loved them. Had I done this to Bella? I had never beat her, but was leaving her alone the right thing to do? In a couple of weeks, I would find out just how wrong it was.

Chapter End Notes:

Would that not suck to lose all of ones memories? Ugh, that would be terrible. But Bella is a strong girl and will find a way to get through it.

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