A/N: So this is now the 2nd revision of this prologue. For those who read the original story back in 2015, I have changed the character's name from Hanna to Jennifer. I did briefly update this story in 2018 and continued to write chapters. I've recently had inspiration to revisit this story, so I'm now revising the beginning. I'm planning on updating the 'Twilight' section of this story. I will put a note at the end of the chapter that the edited version ends and the old begins.

For any new readers, I really hope you enjoy this story. Please let me know what you think. I started writing this nearly 6 years ago now and I still keep coming back to it. This story will forever be in my heart. I hope you will love it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Prologue

Jenny had a plan. She had her life planned out for her — planned to the very last detail. Though she'd had a tendency to be somewhat erratic and impulsive, the part of her that dreamed of her life ahead had prepared for everything — or so she'd thought. It turned out, that life wasn't as predictable as she'd been taught by movies and books as a child. Happily ever afters didn't come easily, nothing was simple. Nobody could have predicted that Carlisle would enter her life. Nobody could have predicted that she would not turn out to be just a small town doctor, with a pleasant family and a comfortable home.

She could be angry with Carlisle, for spoiling the plans that she'd spent hours working on at a young age. But how could she, when he had brought her the only love she would ever experience? How could she, when really he made her happier than anyone else in the world? He had given her the life she hadn't known she'd needed. She clung to that life and those memories. They were all she had left.

She entered the hospital in a panicked state, rushing to the front desk, the throbbing pain a reminder of her urgency. The woman barely even looked up from her desktop.

"Carlisle," Jenny said breathlessly, holding the desk for support. "Dr Cullen. You need to tell me where Dr Cullen is right now!"

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?" The woman replied indignantly, a false politeness to her tone.

"No, but you will pick up that phone and call him. Tell him, that Jennifer Swan is here to see him. Tell him, that it's an emergency," Jenny implored, her heart racing against her chest.

She'd never been so afraid in her life. Even after all the unplanned events she'd experienced. This was the worst — by far the most unimaginable. She needed him.

"Miss Swan, I think you need to calm down." The woman spoke sharply, barely repressing her annoyance.

Jenny pressed her lips together, ignoring the growing pain, the flames that threatened her life. She repressed her frustration, forced it down deep inside of her, and replaced it with a false calmness. "I'm sorry." She spoke through pressed lips. "But please. I need him right now. It's an emergency." She stressed hard on the word, imploring the woman to see her hidden pain, the hand that gripped the front desk tightly. "He'll be angry if he finds out that I was here and you refused to call him."

This seemed to convince the woman. Yet another woman who sought Dr Cullen's approval. If she hadn't been in pain, the irony of it would have made her laugh.

The woman dialled the phone, avoiding Jenny's eyes. "Dr Cullen... Yes, I have a patient here to see you, she claims that it's an emergency." Her voice lost all the anger from before, as she spoke politely to him. "Yes, I've tried telling her…Her name's Jennifer Swan." The woman frowned a little, before putting down the phone. "Dr Cullen is on his way."

Jenny breathed a sigh of relief, turning to look around the large room. Her eyes darted over the people surrounding her — the patients sat around, some of them watching her in interest. She ignored them, searching for the place he'd emerge. Searching for any sign of him. As she spun to look around, a wave of sickness overcame her, her head spinning in merry-go-round circles.

Then Carlisle arrived, looking more disheveled than she'd ever seen him. He looked around for a moment, before his worried eyes locked onto her. For a brief moment, he remained frozen, as if seeing her for the first time. Then his eyes turned to her hand, that desperately clung to the desk, holding her steady. He launched into action.

"Jennifer..." His voice was low and musical in her ear, arriving at her side in seconds. "Jenny, what's happened? Are you alright?" His eyes flew over her, studying every inch of her body, searching for the answer. He likely heard her frantic heartbeat.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner…" A single tear slipped down her cheek, the emotion suddenly overwhelming her.

Carlisle barely acknowledged her words. He began his examination quickly, mentally noting her stats. "It's alright, Jennifer," he hummed as he worked, a calm professionalism taking over. "Explain to me what has happened."

"My bag—" Her words trailed. She could feel it. The pain — the flames. It was too much. She closed her eyes, curling in on herself.

"Jenny…Speak to me." His frantic voice hummed in her ear. His arms supported her weight as she stumbled. She heard him shout to someone nearby, imploring for help.

She wanted to ease his panic. She wanted to tell him that everything would be alright. But she couldn't force the words through her lips — couldn't think through the pain.

She could hear his voice. His soothing, angelic voice, so filled with pain. He was asking her to stay awake.

"I-" She tried to speak.

A surge of pain seized her — agonising, burning pain that wrapped around her. Dark spots blurred her vision. Everything drowned away, lost to the burning agony that ripped through her brain. She tried to cling on. Tried to cling to Carlisle's presence as she whimpered though the pain.

She could hear his desperate panic.

But his voice soon slipped away, lost. The darkness overcame her, beckoning to her, wrapping around her body, puling her away from the pain. Death was calling.