A/N- yeah so this chapter's a lil long:) hope you like it all the same R&R plzzz i'm dying to know wht you think!!

twilight is so not mine . . . danggit;)


BPOV

I awoke again to the bland white room that I'd spent the last month in. Usually it was a reminder that there were people waiting just outside my doors to do my every command and give me much more attention then I deserved . . . or wanted. I waited in silence as the nurse came in again and opened my curtains.

"Good morning Bella." she said, her voice flat. She was just as tired of the routine as I was. She walked over to me and pushed down the railing on the side opposite of the monitor that's beeping stopped as she detached me from the machine like every other morning. "Ready?"

I nodded and slowly sat up, allowing the blood to rush to my head and make me dizzy. Like every morning the room spun as I slouched off the bed into the nurse's waiting arms. I allowed her to help me to the door but by then the room had stopped spinning as my head adjusted to the blood rush. "Can I wait on my own today?" I pleaded. I was only going to be here for one more morning, shouldn't they be sure I can walk on my own?

The nurse smiled warmly. "Sure darling." She let go of my arm and let me walk without assistance, though she stood by my side to catch me if I fell. Leave it to me to take only three steps before I stumbled over my own feet. This had nothing to do with my injury though, I was just extremely off balance naturally. I blushed as she pulled me upright. I finished walking to the bathroom with her still holding my arm.

The morning went as always. I bathed, ate and then went back to my room. For the first time in the morning, I wasn't tested. Dr. Cullen told me that all the tests were done. I was beside myself with joy. I would be going home soon . . . or what was home before I forgot about it. Charlie came and visited me instead. He assured me that everything would be set up for me when I got home. He stayed until lunch time, watching a game on my tv. I didn't mind it, though I wasn't very interested in watching tv, I just wanted to remember how Charlie acted so I wouldn't be surprised when I got home. Note to self, watches tv a lot.

Charlie left at lunch, promising to be back at noon tomorrow to help me leave. I was extremely excited to hear this. I wanted nothing more then to be rid of the bland white walls that surrounded me every time I turned. I think I was developing claustrophobia.

After lunch I went back to my room to do what I usually did in there, nothing. In my time here I'd discovered that there were exactly fifty four tiles on the floor, twenty six of which were plain white and twenty eight were grayish white. I found this weird, shouldn't they be even? There were three hundred and sixteen dots on every other ceiling tile, on the other there were three hundred six. No one would ever notice that the dots on those were larger then the others unless you'd starred at them for as long as I had. Dr. Cullen had approved of me doing this actually, he said it helped me remember things.

It was a relief now. During meals I'd talk to the nurses and doctors. They all told me it was much less frustrating to talk to me now since I could actually say something, listen and respond without forgetting what they were saying. Of course, I'd have to keep talking the medicine that I'd been on the whole time here when I went home, but I'd be able to do things at home including showering and walking on my own!

I spent the afternoon finding a nonexisting pattern in the sheets and curtains. In the flow of dull gray lines there was a thicker one, then it was small, small, small, big space, thick. I was so surprised that they hadn't yet sent a suicidal watch on me. Wouldn't anyone consider me getting so bored I'd want to kill myself? I'd considered it.

Finally the clock struck six. I was returning from dinner. It was visiting time, Alice was coming back! I was pleased, I had missed Alice. I could see already why we'd been such good friends previously.

I sat in bed, memorizing the pattern in the sheets again for it had drifted from my mind during dinner. A tap on the door had my head snapping up. "Alice!" I called out in relief the minute I saw her face.

Alice smiled and flitted to my side. "Hello there Bella, how are you feeling today?" She pushed the railing down on my bed and sat down with her feet dangling over the side. It had seemed so much easier for her to do then it did for the nurse who did it everyday . . .

I considered my answers for the question. Relieved, bored, fine, suicidal . . . "Well, in what sense of the word?" I questioned. That would make the answer easier.

Alice laughed her beautiful laugh. I stopped breathing so I could memorize this too, it'd grown so distant overnight. "Are you excited to be leaving tomorrow?" she smirked as she saw my face light up at being reminded that today was my last day in this torturous place.

"More then you could ever imagine." I told her, joy overriding everything else on my face. Alice smirked.

"Well I'll be glad once you get out of here," she agreed, her eyes skimmed across my hospital clothes. "I won't have to stare at you in the same thing everyday. Honestly, it's been torture." I laughed. It'd been no more fun for me to have to wear the same style outfit everyday, especially when it was so uncomfortable.

"Well," Alice smiled and sly smile and pulled the scrap book from her purse. "We have a duty to finish." She giggled at her wording and then opened up to the page we left off on. It was the last page with my school friends.

"Um Alice?" I felt really stupid, I'd already forgotten half the stuff we talked about yesterday. But hey, that's only half. I'm getting somewhere. "I kinda don't remember the first couple pages . . . sorry?"

Alice flipped the book back to the page after Charlie's house. "It's okay Bella, I'm the one who forgot that you'd need to look at everything again seeing as your brain doesn't work right." she teased. I laughed and hit her shoulder, which was extremely hard. I stopped myself from crying out in pain.

We spent another twenty minutes looking over my school friends. It was easier then I had thought to point out who each person was and remember them from yesterday. But that was it, sadly, all I remembered was from yesterday. I still had no reminiscence of my life in Forks.

Alice finally reached a page I didn't recognize from yesterday. This one had a man, he looked possible twenty or even older. He had dark skin and long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. He looked to me like some giant cuddly teddy bear and he was smiling at the camera in a way that told me someone had just said something funny. I looked down at the caption. There was something familiar hidden deep down in his face.

Jacob Black it read. I looked back up at his face. Oh right. This was Billy Black's son, Charlie's old friend. I used to be forced to spend time with Jacob and his sisters when Charlie used to fish with Billy and some of his other friends. I had become friends with him again when I came here?

"There's also Jacob Black from down in La Push, you two were best friends." Words from my conversation with Charlie popped into my head. I smiled proudly for remembering what he had told me. "That's Jacob Black," I announced, pointing at the picture. "He's my best friend from La Push, right?"

Alice, who had been watching me patiently as I dug through my memory, grimaced at these words. "You could say that." she scoffed. Something about her reaction told me she didn't like him very much. I decided not to push it.

I looked to the picture next to Jacob. In this one Jacob had his arm wrapped around my shoulder and I had one hand on his chest, attempting to push him away, but by the look on my face I was laughing too hard to do it. Jacob looked different in this picture, taller-if that was possible- and more tired. There were large bags under his eyes that gave the impression that he hadn't slept well for days.

Stupid Jacob was the caption of this one. It made me sad, not to remember what was happening in this picture. It looked like it had been a good time. Alice remained silent, lips pursed, as I looked through the next few pages of pictures. There were two full pages of just me and Jacob goofing off with the camera and then other people came into the pictures. Quite a few other boys that looked a lot like Jacob, all of whom I didn't recognize one bit and who's names weren't in the captions. I didn't want to ask Alice who they were in fear that she might get mad and leave, she looked about ready to.

I looked through these pages fast, only pausing for one or two seconds to examine each picture until I came to one that made me stop. I was standing next to Jacob, he had one arm around my shoulder and on his other side was a blonde girl. She looked like she must have been beautiful, before whatever happened to her face. She had scars running from her right forehead, down her eye and halfway across her cheek and a scar on her left side that pulled down on her lips, giving her a permanent scowl. I looked up, about to ask Alice what this was, but she was scowling at the page, a look of disgust across her face, so I decided to wait until later.

I started to flip the page, but Alice's hand caught mine and made me stop. I looked up to see her expression had lightened and there was a sly smile across her face. "I want to give introductions for this part." she informed me, picking up the book. She flipped the page. "Introducing the Cullen family."

She turned the book to me so I could see the pictures clearly. The first one was of me and her. We were laying on a white carpet with a magazine in front of us. Whatever the magazine was about, it had captured Alice's full attention and I was looking up at the camera with my tongue sticking out. I was on the bridge of bursting out laughing, but I seemed to be holding it in like Alice didn't know the picture was being taken.

"This is Emmett, and that's Jasper." I looked down at the pictures she was pointing at. Emmett had curly brown hair and big dimples which took some away some of the menace in his muscular body. Jasper was a tall blonde who was muscular, yet not as muscular as Emmett. His arms and neck were covered with crescent shaped scars. The picture of Jasper had Alice in it too, she was leaning into him and he had one arm wrapped around her waist. I looked up expectantly for details. "Jasper's my . . . my boyfriend." she stammered. I could tell there was more, but I let slide. I wanted to know who the rest of the Cullen family was. I was anxious to see the one that seemed like a distant dream to me.

Alice showed me her mother, Esme. She had a heart shaped face that was pulled into the sweetest smile I'd seen on all of the Cullens, I could tell that she was nice. There were a few pictures with Dr. Cullen in them, who Alice told me to refer to as Carlisle, not Dr. Cullen. There was one picture were no one was smiling happily, it was of a beautiful blonde girl. She was glaring angrily at the camera, her lips parted. I could tell that she must have been yelling at the person with the camera. "That would be Rosalie." Alice scoffed disapprovingly at the picture. "Let's just say you guys didn't always get along, no matter how nice you treat her." I just nodded and tried to pull my eyes away from the penetrating glare that was glued to her face. Suddenly the scrap book disappeared from in front of my eyes. I looked up, Alice was nervously eying the next page. I raised one eyebrow suspiciously.

She took a deep breath. "Promise me that you'll try to stay calm for these next few pictures and give me a chance to explain." I was extremely curious now. What could be so bad? I nodded, afraid that my voice might break from anxiety.

She sighed like she didn't believe me and flipped the book around for me to see. I felt my breath leave me in a sharp huff. I fought to get it back before Alice could notice as I starred in the golden eyes that had scared me more then anything else on the first day I awoke. The god-like Cullen with bronze hair was sitting on a piano bench, his hands resting on the keys. His crooked smile was so beautiful it might have been breath taking if I wasn't already breathless with fear at the memory of my waking. I fought for control before I could hyperventilate. "Who?" was the only word I could manage.

Alice gave me a second to slow my breathing before she spoke. "That's Edward." she said, her words slow and decisive. I nodded slowly as she revealed the next picture. I felt faint.

It was of Edward . . . and me. I was blushing deeply and smiling sheepishly at the camera as Edward stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist as he pressed his lips to my hair. WHAT?! "We . . . I . . .him . . ." I stuttered. We were a couple! "He . . . he wasn't lying then?" No. No way on earth did I manage to get a guy like that! "No, that . . . that's impossible." I pushed the pictures away from me. I was relieved to see that the nurse was entering the room. It was nine, time for Alice to leave.

Alice scowled. "Bella, this pictures true whether you believe it or not." she whispered just loud enough for only me to hear.

"Leave Alice." I snapped. It couldn't possible be true. I wasn't going to be fed lies. Her scowl deepened but she picked up the scrap book and dropped it into her purse. She started stomping gracefully, if that was possible, towards the door. I didn't want her to leave angry. "You'll come back tomorrow though, right Alice?" I wanted to know everyone before I went back to school and I still couldn't remember everything I'd just seen clearly.

Alice snapped an angry look in my direction, but stopped short as she caught my broken expression. She sighed. "Yeah, yeah." she smirked, though the smile didn't reach her eyes. She flitted back and pecked my cheek again. "I'll see you tomorrow at Charlie's." she reminded me. I smiled widely, I'd forgotten that this was my last night in this bland dungeon.

"Great." I agreed. I watched Alice skip from the room and leaned back against my mattress, pulling my sheets with me. The nurse smiled at me and walked out the door, turning off the light and closing the doors behind. I sighed and allowed myself to drift to sleep without thinking about anything that had just happened. Tomorrow I'd be free.