A/N: All mistakes are my own, a giant thank you to SunFlower Fran for helping me through most of this story.

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Remember

Chapter 17

Emerald, a brilliant green, a color like no other fills my dreams, and it brings warmth throughout my body. It makes me feel calm; happy ... it makes me feel safe. How can a color make me feel safe?

It belongs to him.

This is getting ridiculous. It's the second time I've woken up to the sounds of beeping.

"I'm so glad we found her, Charlie." I hear my mother talking. I keep my eyes shut though.

"How long do you think she will be out this time?" she asks.

I then hear my father's gruff voice, "It's been twelve hours since we got here, so hopefully soon."

"Do you think she'll remember?" hey, that's Phil. I'm kind of surprised to hear his voice.

"I don't know if I want her to remember. Who knows what those bastards have done to her." Charlie says.

Mom clears her throat, "The doctor said there were no signs...of abuse."

"She looks thinner." Phil comments.

Shut up, no I don't... do I?

"And paler." Mom adds.

Is paler even a word?

"I really failed her," my dad sounds emotional. "I swear, I'll do better this time." he grabs my hand. I just can't help it anymore; I squeeze his hand and hear him gasp. "Bella, honey, can you hear me?"

I open my eyes to find him staring back at me. Relief fills his eyes, "Oh thank God, Bella, you're here, you're awake."

A lump forms in my throat seeing him cry. I've never seen this man cry, ever. "Dad?" I whisper, my throat too dry for anything higher.

"I'm here, so are Mom and Phil," he says, I can see them moving from the corner of my eye, but I keep my focus on him.

Here it goes, "Where am I?"

I see fresh tears form in his eyes, but they don't fall. "You're in the hospital," he answers.

"My head hurts," It's not a lie, "And I can't really feel my leg." Looking down, I can see a bulge under the blanket where my leg should be.

"That would be your pain medication." A man in a white coat says as he walks in. "Hello, Isabella, how else are you feeling?"

"Confused, what happened?" I ask.

He flips through papers on a clipboard before answering me. "You're a very lucky girl, lucky to be alive. You only suffer from a clean leg break, and you also have a concussion. Before you know it, you'll be back to normal. Now, there are two policemen who would like to speak with you, alone."

Panic shoots through my body and my hand grips my father's tightly. "No, please don't leave me."

"Bella, baby, calm down. We will be right outside." My mom says. I start to sit up, but my father stops me.

"Please, Daddy, don't leave me," I beg.

"Shh, it's okay, I'll be right here. I promise I won't leave you." Dad says soothingly as he brushes my hair back.

Trust no one, a voice whispers to me. I look around the room, but everything seems normal enough. I'm the only one who heard it. The doctor walks out and so do Renee and Phil, leaving just the two of us.

"You don't know how scared I've been kid." My heart clenches at the word kid. "After your phone call, I wasn't sure I'd ever see or hear from you again."

I don't get to respond as two police officers enter the room following behind the doctor.

"Isabella Swan, can you tell us where you've been the past seven weeks?" One asks.

What, no introductions?

I look from them over to my father, and I shake my head slightly. "I ... I don't remember." I tell him before looking back to the officers. The guy who asked the question doesn't look as though he believes me and the other cop looks pissed.

I don't care.

"Gentlemen, during Isabella's first accident she suffered memory loss either due to head trauma, or, in the mind's way of protecting herself. We never found out what she knew then, and it is very likely that the same can happen now." The doctor explains.

The police ignore the doctor, "Isabella, it would be very helpful to know what you know. A massacre went down here, and we believe it's all connected to the murders you witnessed."

The second cop stepped forward, "Just tell us what you know about the Cullen family," he growls.

They're playing, good cop, bad cop. Don't fall for it.

"Who?" I ask.

Bad cop glares.

Good cop clears his throat.

"The Cullens are a known crime family, but they're very good at what they do. It's nearly impossible to pin anything on them. They have had it out with another known crime family, the Volturi. A lot of people died, it was a bloodbath."

Bad cop interrupts. "I think you know, Isabella; I think you were there and you helped them."

"Hey," my father barks. "You will not talk to my daughter as if she were part of this. Remember, she is a victim; taken and held against her will!"

"I know, I'm sorry," good guy says, "John didn't mean it. The Cullens are just ruthless people and we want whoever's left of them off the streets for good."

"Whoever's left of them?" I can't help but ask.

Bad cop smirks. "It's not confirmed yet, but a lot of people died, some burned to nearly nothing and then there was the car accident. We assume some of the Cullens are among the dead." My chest tightens, and his smirk turns sinister. "What's wrong Miss Swan, does the idea of Cullen family members dying bother you? Did you fall for one of the scum?" His voice gets louder and louder, but I manage to stay calm. Not a single emotion could be read on my face. My dad, on the other hand, blew up.

"Get the hell out, you piece of shit!"

Whoa, Charlie is losing his cool.

"How dare you!" The doctor steps in between the police and my dad.

"I think it's best you gentlemen leave now," the doc says. Surprisingly, they listen and immediately head for the door. "I will let you two have some privacy." the doctor shuts the door behind him.

"I'm sorry." Comes out as a whisper.

Charlie grabs my hand again, "No, you have nothing to be sorry for Bells."

"I want to go home." I can feel warmth trickling down my face.

Dad nods, "I'll get you out of here as soon as possible. You can go back with Renee and Phil..."

I cut him off. "I want to go home to Forks. I want to go back with you." I tell him quickly. I think I surprised him with that one.

He swallows thickly, "Okay, yeah, we will go home."

"Okay," I say before curling in on myself.

I have never felt so alone.

I've never heard my parents fight, even before the divorce. But this time, boy did they fight. My mother screamed, and my normally calm father raised his voice. It was all because I wanted to go back to Forks. Mom thought it was just what Dad wanted. They didn't stop until I yelled ... shouted at the top of my lungs. I think they thought I was at my breaking point and who knows; maybe it's the beginning of it. I demanded they stop their bickering. I explained I wanted to go back to Forks, and thirty minutes later, we had an agreement. I was to call, text or email my mother at least once a week and start counseling.

I'm home now.

I try to spend some time with Charlie, but I stay in my room most of the day. I couldn't get him out of my mind.

I have to see my therapist twice a week, that's been the only time I leave the house. I've been here for almost seven weeks now. A few people have stopped by to see me; Mrs. Stanley brought by a lasagna and Jessica came, too. She went on and on about my disappearance and about the gatherings and prayers all held in my name. Halfway through the conversation, I left.

"Have you given any thought to summer school?" Mrs. Weber asks. We have been sitting in silence for twenty minutes now. Mrs. Weber is my therapist and she is determined to get me talking.

The school has a summer program for students who didn't make the deadline for graduation on time. Their reasons can be anywhere from pregnancy to just falling behind and not keeping up with the rest of the students.

"My dad really wants me to go." I haven't answered many questions, so I think I surprise her.

She sits up straighter, "Do you want to go?" when I don't answer her lips press together in frustration.

Finally, I shrug, "I don't know what I want."

"You've been back since the end of May. It's July now, don't you think it could be good for you to get out of the house for a few hours a day?"

"I get out of the house, I come here twice a week," I tell her.

"You need more," she gives me a sad smile, "Your father and I have talked, he's wondering if you wouldn't do better with your mother?"

"I don't want to go with my mother. That's where all the bad happened." It all comes out a whisper.

Mrs. Weber starts writing something down before speaking, "Weren't you kidnapped here, though?" I don't answer. "The Volturi took you?" she asks, watching for a reaction as I try to keep it together. "Or did the Cullens take you?" My gut twists, but I don't answer still.

"I'll go to summer school," I tell her instead.

She nods, "Are you still having nightmares?" My lips are sealed, "Your father says you still cry out in your sleep, sometimes it's a name; Edward."

Damn him, Charlie.

"Was he your friend?" I won't tell.

"You've made progress today; It's the most I've ever heard you speak. If you don't want to talk about Edward or Jacob..."

I cut her off, "What about him?"

"Edward or Jacob?"

I glare, "The last one."

"Well, your father says you cry his name too, only it's different than Edward's, it's more like a mixture of anger and sorrow. Who is Jacob, what has he done to make you angry?"

I can feel the trembles through my body before I start to shake. My teeth clench, trying to hold back the word vomit that is about to escape me. My vision blurs, and Mrs. Weber looks a tad uncomfortable. "Jacob ... is a traitor. He hurt so many..." I choke back a sob.

Concern fills Mrs. Weber's features. "Did Jacob hurt Edward?"

And that is my breaking point.

She rushes to my side. "Bella, honey, calm deep breaths. Shh, Bella, shit." Mrs. Weber stands and reaches for her phone. My chest hurts; I can't seem to get enough air...

"Charlie! No, she's having a severe panic attack ... shit, Bella!"

I glare at the flashing red and blue lights as the paramedics roll me in through the doors. Nurses stare first before jumping into action. Only one didn't; she came to my aid immediately. Her name tag reads Stephenie.

She gives me a soft smile, "Just ignore everyone," she whispers as she takes some blood from me.

Unsurprising, my father was already here, he stood back but asked a lot of questions, but I tuned it all out. That is, until they started talking about putting me on medications.

"I don't want them."

"Isabella," the doctor says, "You had a severe panic attack..."

"My very first one!" I nearly shout, "I just wasn't prepared for her question." The last bit comes out quietly.

Dad and the doctor talk more between themselves, but I'll refuse medication.

I look away from the two men and stare out the door. That's when I see him. Someone I didn't expect to see.

James.

Authors Note: So I basically know how I want this to end but I'm not 100% sure on how many more chapters its going to take since this story has decided to write itself out. I don't think there will be very much more but we shall see. (Psst, I have like 5 pages of the next chapter written already! What can I say, I got excited and was feeling this direction. Also, find me on FB!)

So leave some love, what do you think will happen next? What is James doing there?