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Chapter Two

After

It seems like hours later. I have now been subjected to endless torture of "how many fingers am I holding up?" "Do you know your name?" "Do you know what year it is?"

"3…..Isabella Marie Swan….. 2007"

This last one, this last question is the question.

I've been trying to get them to shut the fuck up for hours, and finally I have what I want.

Silence has never been so deafening.

After a moment and a strangled cough later, the only thing I can hear is the scratching of their stupid fucking pens on their stupid fucking clipboards, meanwhile, all I want are some answers.

Where is Edward?

Where is anybody?

I sit silently as they explain to me everything I've already been told. Yada yada …car accident. Yada, yada… brain damage. Yada, yada…. Miracle. That's right, they are calling me a miracle. As if I care about any of it.

As if they care.

Every time I talk, they stare through me like I'm some silly little child who won't ever understand.

They don't realize that I do understand. I understand everything that matters. I understand that I'm all alone. I understand that I have nothing, I am nothing.

Before

"Bella and Edward sittin' in a tree…"

"Shut UP, Rosalie!" I turn around and growl at my best friend. Rosie thinks she's so funny, swinging away in that porch swing, singing that stupid song. She KNOWS how much Edward makes me blush, but she keeps on doing things to embarrass me anyway! I look over at Edward, trying to hide my blush by letting my hair hang over my face. He just smirks at me while he lights a cigarette.

"K. I. S. S. I. N. G!" Giggling like a mad woman, Rosalie jumps out of her porch swing and runs away, just missing the shoe I throw I at her.

Edward smiles and looks at me. "It is rather juvenile, don't you think? She is 15 after all. I remember Alice singing that when she was 7."

Blowing the air out of my cheeks, I look up at him. "welp, that's my best friend Rosie. Always acting how she shouldn't be acting, I guess. Although, my dad would say we're still kids. Might as well be juvenile while we still have the excuse."

Quirking his eyebrow, he just stared at me.

"I'm not a kid." He states.

"Oh no?"

"No way. I'm a man. I have man feelings."

I giggle-snort and push his shoulder.

"I'm serious Bella. The way I feel, the things I feel, Bella, they aren't very kid like."

"Oh." I stumble over my words. I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure he's making some sort of declaration, and his eyes just got so dark and they're sucking my soul straight out of my body. Surely, if I don't lighten things up I will die in his gaze. "Well then, go ahead big man. Go forth and prosper! Grab your man feelings and go!"

I waved my hand in the air towards the street. I leaned in close and whispered "Just tell me one thing before you leave us lowly juveniles. Why do you waste your time with the likes of me, when I'm just a measly kid?"

I look up at him with a smile, expecting a witty response. Instead, he's shaking his head, as if he's trying to clear his mind and he pinches his nose like he has a headache.

"No, Bella. You aren't a kid. You are so much more than some kid." He pauses to inhale a hit of his cigarette. After what feels like a century, he slowly exhales, letting the smoke swirl out of his nostrils and around his face. I'm silent. I'm not stupid. I don't want to break whatever spell he must be under. He looks at me, his gaze burning a hole into my mind, and through my body. Then he says two words that change me forever.

"You're everything."

After

Beep…..Beep….Beep…Beep

Interestingly enough, the beeping noise is now my only solace in an otherwise quiet room. It's been four days since I woke up. Four days of lying in the same hospital bed, not knowing anything except that my family is nowhere to be found.

Edward is nowhere to be found.

Four days for me to come to terms with the fact that I'm alone. I have no one. I am nothing.

I hear the door open and I don't bother opening my eyes. Probably another stupid nurse coming to remind me of the fact that I'm the luckiest person they have ever known. I close my eyes tighter, bracing myself for the obnoxious screeching that is sure to come.

Silence.

3 minutes. 5 minutes. 10. I'm terrified to open my eyes, to get my hopes up, just for them to shatter.

Finally, someone speaks, and I swear to god it's the single best voice I've ever heard in my life.

"They told me you were awake, and I couldn't believe it. I still don't believe it." I keep my eyes closed still, afraid when I open them my dream will fade away.

"Look at me brown eyes. Let me see what I've been missing all these years." I take a deep breath in and slowly turn my head toward the door. I give a watered down version of a smile and let out a sigh of relief. I can't help but to wipe at the tears that show up out of nowhere. The smirk that my eyes are greeted with takes my breath away.

"I'm sorry it took me so long."