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Chapter 2 of Carnival Buttons, still by Vanity Is Precious! The next chapter will be an original by me!

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Chapter 2:

He seems better, but all that we can do has been done." The voice rang with authority, revealing no sorrow or sympathy.

Sobs. "And you're sure there is nothing else you can do." This voice sounded familiar, but vague.

"Miss, please, don't get your hopes up, we don't know when he'll be…back…or if he will. Ever." More sobs was the only noise that I could make out.

The familiar voice was shaky now. "Okay, okay. Um, thank you. Please, please, call me if anything else changes."

"Of course." The door opens, metal scrapes against a floor.

"Now, if you will, we have to do a daily check-up."

Still shaky, "Okay. Thank you."

Footsteps thud against the floor, then a door opens, closes; only deep breaths collect in the room.

"Everything looks healthy, we're just waiting on a miracle now…"

"We don't need a miracle, just something-anything-to be triggered."

"Yes. But, for now, we wait."

A door closing sounds after footsteps leave the room. I'm left alone, alone and lost…

2 Years Later:

I felt stuck. Like I was caught between slumber and awake. It's frustrating.

I hadn't heard that familiar voice since then, but everyday I hoped some memory would be found inside my head so I would know whom the voice belonged to.

Everyday someone would come into the room I was stuck in and I would feel tiny pressure points against my skin, but I could do nothing about that. The voices were always cold. Isolated.

Every so often, quick flashes would throb in my head, but before I could grasp it, it would flush away until it was a vague picture in the back of my head.

Only one picture was the most…potent. If I tried my hardest, I would be able to recall small details; never exactly the full picture, but close enough to fill in more pieces of a seemingly complicated puzzle.

Some of the details I had collected were as such: bright, hazy lights, metal disks, a ring, and lips. How I remembered that detail was confusing to me, but I found that triggered the most emotion.

But one day, the vague and lost feeling I felt was gone. The day started out the same, though I had no sense of whether it was day or not, but somewhere deep in my bones I felt that it was different. My pathetically non-responsive body seemed active for the first time.

"Can I help you? Are you related to him? You know only family can be allowed to…visit." It was the same arrogant voice.

I heard a throat trying to clear itself. Then, a sound that even deep within I knew. I somehow knew I had never heard the voice, but one of the flash memories came back to me. The lips. The lips were perfect; plump, full, sweet, soft…

And this voice matched that description. Not full, but smooth and warm. Sweet, but…sensual.

I was confused. Though I had never heard the voice-that much I barely knew-it stirred me awake. It was those lips that made me feel that small tingle of emotion, but hearing the sound the lips created a feeling of liveliness that I hadn't felt in a while.

"Um, yes, actually I am. I'm, uh, Edward's sister." Her voice stuttered.

Somewhere deep inside, that special something I needed in order to revive, as the doctors had put it.

I felt cramped, as if my body had been held captive by a tiring force.

First, I felt my eyelids fluttering, like a wild dream was taking place in my mind's eye. Then, a twitch in my wrist. Soon, my body was making movements. Nothing big or document worthy, but something to show that there was life somewhere deep inside of me.

"You are his sister?" The voice sounded skeptical.

An uncomfortable silence. Then, "Yes, I'm Edward's sister."

"You two share no similarities whatsoever."

I heard her-my mind was struggling to remember her name-take a stalling breath.

"Well, thanks!" Her voice was hysterical, "you know, I had to go through so many therapy sessions just to forget my mother's mistake!"

Mistake? She continued, "Yes, Edward's not my real brother, more like a stepbrother, but I love him just the same! And can a sister not visit her only remaining family? Where's the justice?" She ended in sobs, though something in the back of my mind knew she was faking. I was deeply curious now; what is she talking about?

Now, surprisingly, it was the doctor who was acting out of their usual cool demeanor. "Oh, I am very sorry for the misunderstanding. Please, please, take all the time you need."

"Thank you, I'll let you know when I'm ready." With that, a door slammed and I felt the heated pressure of her tiny palm against my forearm.

Once the doctor left all was silent in the room, but inside of me, emotions are churning, and my blood feels like it's breathing.

My first signs of life. I wasn't completely 'alive' yet. Of course I had heard from many of the nurses that my body was healthy and I knew that the silent trigger had been hit. But my senses felt feeble and dull.

My eyelids pulled up tightly, though the light from anywhere was a relief. And my first sight was amazing. It was her. That tiny bit of information I was sure of.

But she was looking away, as if seeing me was painful. I had so many questions; why was she here? Was anybody else here? And the most wrecking one of all: How did I get here?

My body slowly turned on. My limbs felt renewed with an energy, but still limp, as if refusing to be woken.

My senses remained dull, but they felt sharper.

Soon, though, I felt…normal again. It was different when I opened my eyes.

She was still staring away from me, and again I wondered why it was her that had come to me. And though I knew that I shouldn't question her presence, I found myself wondering where the two of us had known each other.

Which brought me to another point. Why couldn't I remember anything? It was only because deep within I felt a lift in my feelings when I got the meager flashbacks of her, but I still didn't remember how we meet or her name. I didn't remember what-or who-caused my being here.

I slowly inched my hand towards her, maybe she would be able to tell me anything.

When I touched her, it was like nothing I had never known. Though I wasn't entirely sure whether something had gone on between us, but the touch was entirely…beautiful.

She seemed to barely recognize my presence until my finger brushed against her wrist. Her skin was milky and soft.

She jumped. Turning to me, she finally revealed more to me than her lips. Her eyes were wide and full of stories that seemed to ache to be known. Her face flushed in a most beautiful, soft pink color. Seeing her face brought back other flashes of memory that had kept themselves hidden in the back of my mind.

Sparks of light, screams, pictures, music, scents, and then they were gone. I felt myself breathing heavily with the intensity they all came at. Somehow I was able to fill in more pieces of the puzzle and recall more events of that night, but I felt like I was missing a few more until I would recall in full.

She was still staring at me, her mouth parted, she panted out, "Edward,"

That seemed to trigger more flashes. Another girl yelling my name, crouching and pleading.

I tried to speak, and surprisingly found that I was able to. "Yes?"

"Edward? Do-do you know me?"

I tried to even my breathing. "I really hope so," was my pleading reply.

She laughed, muffled by heavy breaths, but still a laugh and still beautiful.

We stared at each other for a moment before she broke the silence. "How are you awake right now?"

I hesitated before I answered; if I told her the truth, that she was the reason I was conscious right now, would she run away from me? After everything I imagined my body and mind have been through, would she leave me. I knew that there was only a thread of relation between us, but a pull of despair pulled on that thread and my heart sank with it. Now I knew she couldn't leave me.

"Honestly?" she nodded her head with enthusiasm. "Well, every day I was aware of my surroundings, I knew when people talked to me-all nurses and doctors, though- but I felt like I couldn't do anything. But today, when I heard your voice, something inside of me clicked and I felt new.

"By the way, very nice way of letting the doctor let you in; I had no idea my mother gave into temptation with another man." She flushed again.

"Are you embarrassed?" My voice was gentle.

She simply nodded.

"Don't be. If you hadn't spoken today, I might still be stuck inside of me…"

"Thank you," she sounded soft, moved. "But we need to leave." Suddenly, her voice was filled with urgency and worry.

My eyes grew wide. "Why?"

"I can't explain right now," she paused, "Well, I could, but if I did, I highly doubt you would trust me." She gave a nervous laugh.

"I highly doubt that," I said before I could think it through; I didn't want to frighten her away, though I'm assuming that my current weak demeanor would be able to frighten anyone off.

"You say that now," then, "well, I guess we should leave. Now."

"But the doctor-"

"No!" I looked at her worriedly, "I mean, no…they're the ones we need to leave from."

"Why?" She gave me a hidden smile, as if I was missing vital information. "Bella…" That was her name.

She looked softened when I said her name, as if in a daze. "Please. Trust me."

I nodded slowly, but I knew that I would do whatever she wanted.

"Do you feel fine?" She asked, concerned.

"Actually, no. Very weak, in fact."

"Oh. Do you think you can walk?"

I decided to be bold. "For you? Yes."

She hid away behind her hair. "I really am sorry that you have to hurry like this, but we need to get out of here. Fast."

I just nodded. She helped me up.

Her small hands grasped my upper body. Heat radiated from her and it comforted me.

She seemed to be lost on emotions whenever she touched me. I hoped I knew what she was feeling.

Once I was propped up against the wall, she shuffled over to a bag she had brought and threw a pair of clothes towards me, "put these on."

I was breathing heavily, and I felt weak while I said, "I can't really, my arms are to weak right now…"

She turned around, her face wary.

"Fine," then she helped remove the hospital gown I wore.

She brought my shirt over my head. I didn't miss the way her fingertips lightly grazed against my skin. "Bella?"

She looked up at me with hopeful eyes, "Yes?"

"Your hands." She looked down and realized that her hands were resting against my lower abdomen.

"Oh! Sorry!" She jumped to were she was turned away from me. "Do you think you can put your, um, pants and all on yourself?"

I smiled. "Yes."

I heard her sigh in relief. I felt a small object within my pocket.

"Ready?"

"Yes?"

With that, she guided me to a window which she had propped open. "Do you mind if I go first? I mean, I don't think I'll be able to lift you out. And only if you think you can make it out on your own."

"I'm pretty sure." With that said, I rested my hands softly against her hips, I didn't miss how she seemed to melt into my grasp. I wanted my hands to rest there forever.

Then, I pushed myself up and soon we were both outside.

She looked at me nervously. I took my hand in hers and smiled encouragingly.

"This way," was all she said.

I followed her to a sleek sports car. I could make out the outline of a small girl that I seemed to remember from that night.

I looked at Bella questioningly. "Getaway car," she said simply.