Chapter 12 Truth

My parents came through the door, and I heard my mother crying. "Mom, please, no don't cry—"

She sobbed more to the sound of my voice. "Oh my baby. My baby. My beautiful baby. I can't believe this is happening! I almost lost you! Oh goodness! Poor Edward! I'm so sorry baby." I felt her short and stubby arms wrap around me, sending me motherly love into my body, giving me strength to get better.

"Mom, he is gone! He left me. Why did he leave me?" I couldn't believe I spoke, the voice that came from my lips sounded nothing like me, I sounded innocent, scared, and confused.

"He didn't leave you sweet heart. He was taken. Heaven needed another angel, I'm sorry dear," her sentence stopped, and nothing else needed to be said.

"Did you confirm the body Mom?" I asked.

"Yes sweet heart, it's him."

"Mom, he doesn't know I love him. I love him so much. I will never stop loving him, and he doesn't know that. I can't tell him."

"You will. At the funeral. Carlisle is here, making arrangements. The wake will be on Monday, and the funeral will be on Tuesday. School is canceled Monday, because most people are going to go to the wake. So you'll only miss Tuesday."

All this information was rushing to my head, and I was afraid I was going to lose my head and my eyes in the same day.

"Mom, what am I going to do about my eyes? What do you think I should do?"

"I don't know sweetie. I think you shouldn't have the surgery; because then you will have your vision no matter what, it may not be the best, but I'm sure we could get you some glasses—or something."

I reasoned her words, and thought through them, trying to decipher what the hell she was saying.

"Mom I think I want the surgery."

She gasped, and my father sighed, "Are you sure you want to take that risk, Bells?" He asked.

"Yes, I want this to go right, and I think that if I want it to go alright it will, because the world owes me that much."

A knock came erupting from the door, "Can I come in?" The doctor asked.

"Yes, you may." Charlie replied.

"I have some things I should warn you about—with the surgery. It can be hurtful, and there are other possibilities, as well. Your daughter as you very well may know; could lose her vision at once, or she may make it through the entire thing unharmed; she could also have the ability to see with one eye instead of the other. To tell you the outcome of this surgery is not possible. But I assure you she cannot die. And this will be the only thing that she will take with her when she goes home."

"You make it sound better than dying." I whispered.

"Isn't it? I would rather be blind than die, in an accident like yours, you should be happy that you survived."

"What's your name?" I asked. I was wondering how a person could actually say something like that, wanting to be blind than die...wouldn't you want to be able to see all the beautiful things around you?

"Dr. Welkins." He replied.

"First name?"

"Dick." Figures.

***

The time was 6:46 P.M. Saturday, September 24, 2009. Time for me to go into surgery.

I had no clue if I shall be able to see the wondrous world I live in ever again. I didn't know if I would be able to even function again after the accident.

People surrounded me, Doctors, nurses, people I loved. They were walking into the surgical room, the room that could possibly hold the secret as to if I shall ever see.

"She'll need some heavy anesthetics. Make sure she is comfortable. Can you hear me Bella? Count down from ten for me please."

"10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…" I was out.

I felt my body take the rest it had been waiting for. Floating in an empty nothing made me feel whole again. I felt like I could imagine anything in here, and have it become partly true.

I felt like I could see Edward again…

My mind immediately searched for his perfect form. His emerald diamond eyes, his bronze Elvis-Messed-Up- Hair, his cute dimples, the way his cheeks would light up when he did something silly.

There he was…my perfect imaginary Edward.

He swept me off of my feet, twirling me, and dancing with me. "I'll love you forever Bella." He whispered.

"I'm sorry it was my entire fault. You died after we had that fight. I'm so sorry. I need to tell you I love you. I love you so much. And I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry."

He wiped away my tears, and I felt hole. I felt like when I woke up I could see, and he would walk in the room and tell me how beautiful I looked.

"I love you so much Bella. Don't ever forget that I love you. Don't you ever forget. Do you hear me? Don't ever forget…even if I do, don't forget with me. I love you." He pulled my face closer to his, and placed sweet little kisses anywhere he could reach.

"I won't. I won't ever forget, I promise." I sniffled, and he smiled, it was too sad for my liking so I kissed at the corner of his mouth making it turn into a beautiful crooked grin.

"I should get going Bella…"

"NO! Stay with me a little big longer please. I won't see you for so long…please just stay with me a little bit longer." His eyes drooped and a couple tears leaked from his face.

"I can't stay any longer. He—is calling me. I can't stay, but I want to so much. Oh Bella. I'll try to come back, I will. I'll try."

"What do you mean? He's calling you? Don't go! Please! I need you! Edward I need you!"

He choked on his sobs, "I have to go." He stepped back slowly every second vanishing from my vision.

"NOOOO! Come back! Come back! Let me go with you! Edward wait for me!" I started running after him, tripping on thin air. "No! Help me get up! I can't get up!"

The dark void began to swallow me. I screamed, and screeched, but my hero didn't come. For once he wasn't there to protect me any more.

My head swirled into another room. A white room, filled with light.

I tried to imagine Edward. I tried with all of my might, to create him holding me, or to create his smile, but all I got was a throbbing to my head.

I wasn't even truly awake. I guess this is like between the state of wake and rest.

"He won't remember you ya know."

I gasped and turned to find a guy sitting on the endless floor. He had messy blonde hair, and eyes like topaz. His skin was so pale; he looked like he was part of the white room.

"What?"

"He won't remember you. Edward—I think his name is. Right?"

"Yes, that's his name. But who are you, and what are you talking about, and why won't he remember me?" I asked.

"I cannot answer some of your questions, but I can answer one. He won't remember you because of what he is. He won't remember because you hold his heart, and something even greater."

"What do you mean 'and something even greater'?"

"You will find out in due time."

"I don't understand…what's happening? Is this even real?"

"This is reality. Or more like what you thought was fantasy is now reality."

I couldn't understand what this dude was saying, and I was irritable, making me want to hit him until he told me some damn answers.

"I'm sorry but you're crazy. Wait nope—I'm crazy because this isn't real. I'm imagining this because I'm supposed to be in surgery right now, and I think I'm losing my head because Edward is dead." Even in my imagination my heart pounded like it would escape at any moment.

The boy smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and whispered, "I'll be seeing you soon miss." He—like Edward—stepped back into the white void, and slowly disappeared.


A/N: Wow! That was an intense scene. I really don't like all the drama, and all the soppy sorrow going on, so it will have to be cleared up soon. lol.

What do y'all think about the "mystery man". Who do ya think it is??? Muahahahaha. I'm a sneaky little devil aren't I? lol. xD

Review! =-)

-Melissa