Hey Guys! Sorry for the delay, it's just that I have two projects to hand in soon and some really awful things have been happening at school so...

Here's Chapter one of Running For My Life... ENJOY! AND REVIEW!

Chapter One: Where am I?

Everything was white. I mean everything. This place was not familiar to me, but the smell seemed to trigger something in the back of my head – that I had been in a place like this before.

Was I dead? No, death could not be this uncomfortable. Was I awake? Probably seeing as when you're asleep or unconscious everything is black. Where was I? Now, I had no answer to that.

My body felt worn and hurt in so many places when I tried to move. All I could really see was a white structure around me. I was on top of something soft but uncomfortable as it was lumpy. A bed? No, it couldn't be a bed. There was this sound – a very annoying sound. Beep...Beep...Beep over and over again. It was driving me insane! Once – only a few minutes ago actually – I tried to lift my hand, but something tugged on it, stopping the movement. Something was under my nose, I had no idea what it was but I got annoyed with it.

This place is just filled with stuff to annoy me!

I had woken up – well I thought I was awake – just ten minutes ago and I wanted to move. I didn't feel comfortable, but, for two reasons. One, everything in here was uncomfortable, and two, I felt that I had to go, right now, because I had a strange feeling that someone was after me. Everything that I was thinking was loud and clear, but I could hear a small whisper in my head.

Keep running. They will find you. Run...

I didn't understand. I couldn't recall any memories of anything recent that would want me to believe that, to make me want to run.

I searched through my head, trying to find any scrap of information about recent events that have happened to me, but only one word came to my head that left me completely frustrated.

Run...

Why? Why did I have to run? What was after me? Who was after me? Why was I here?

I heard something different. My muscles tensed as if to run. Ugh! No! Why do I have to run? It was only one little sound.

Creak...

There it was again. It sounded so familiar, like I had heard the sound so many times before. I started to hyperventilate. What? Why? A memory flashed in my head, so fast, but I could clearly see every detail. A dark room only lit by the light from an opening door. I was cowering in the corner, my hands frantically pulling on the rotten wood of the structure. I was in a shed, an old one too. There was a menacing, dark chuckle and then... the memory was gone.

Footsteps. I heard footsteps. I was frozen in fear, but my mind was screaming at me.

RUN! RUN THEY WILL FIND YOU! RUN!

The footsteps got closer, and a shadow spread across me.

Something touched my arm lightly, and I shrieked involuntarily.

"Shh, don't worry, you're safe, shh..." The deep soft voice tried to comfort me, but I was still consumed by fear. I wanted to scream for this person to leave me alone. I just wanted to be alone.

I glanced at the person who had startled me, and my jaw dropped to the floor. He had pale skin, so pale it was almost the color of snow. He had dark sapphire blue eyes and a very beautiful face. His hair was an icy blond and smoothed back. He wore a blue buttoned shirt, a dark gray tie wrapped around his collar and a long white coat. A doctor. I saw that he wore a name tag – Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He looked like he was in his late twenties or early thirties, but his eyes held wisdom beyond his actual age.

"Where...W-Where am I?" I asked, even though I now knew. I was in a hospital. I wonder what happened this time... I thought. Dr. Cullen was about to answer but I shook my head, indicating for him to not answer. I asked a different question instead, "what happened to me?"

Dr. Cullen nodded and walked towards the end of the hospital bed. He picked up a board and examined it for a minute or two, then looked at me with a sad smile.

"Well, a group of kids your age – one of them being my son – found you at the edge of a road with multiple injuries. They immediately brought you here – but I'm wondering why they just didn't call 911. Anyway, you had to have a couple of operations to sort out your injuries. I don't know how you ended up in this state, I was hoping that you could tell me that." He explained. I nodded slightly before answering.

"I wish I could remember what happened... all I can remember is that I was running... then everything just went black..." I concentrated more to try and unlock the secret of how I ended up this way, "I-I was running in a forest... someone... falling... blackness..." I croaked. Dr. Cullen put a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't strain yourself, you'll remember eventually..." Dr. Cullen hesitated for a moment, "would you like to know what injuries you sustained in your accident?" I nodded. Carlisle took a deep breath before talking, "You shattered your left knee cap – which has now been replaced with a metal plate – both of your wrists are badly sprained, your right ankle is broken, you have a deep cut in your left arm and lots of bruising, your right arm is bruised badly with many little cuts, you dislocated your right shoulder, you have a cut on your head but thankfully it's not deep, and finally, your body is covered in many bruises and cuts. I'm sorry, that's a great amount of information to take in, and you'll have to stay in the hospital for a good two months before we can consider sending you home... which we also need information on..." Dr. Cullen trailed off and looked at me expectantly. Well, he was right about one thing... that was a lot of information to take in. His comment about needing information about my home threw me. I blurted out the answer that was one hundred percent true, but saddened me greatly.

"I don't have a home or a family..." I trailed off as tears formed in my eyes. It was beginning to come back to me now... everything was coming back. "My parents were murdered, and I was left with nothing, I just run now..." I snapped my mouth shut. I shouldn't have told him anything about running... stupid self-consciousness!

Dr. Cullen looked shocked and I could see anger faintly in his eyes, "what do you mean by 'I just run'?" He asked. I looked at the bed sheets and gnawed on my bottom lip, contemplating whether to tell him or not.

I was about to tell him when a loud, obnoxious, booming voice sounded from the other side of the door.

"CAN WE COME IN?" The voice asked. I looked at Dr. Cullen frantically.

"That's one of the kids that found you on the side of the road – all of them are still here, and they are quite anxious to meet you and see if you're okay." Dr. Cullen reassured me. I nodded and smiled slightly. That was nice of them to stay.

"What's your name?" Dr. Cullen asked me suddenly.

"Er... Isabella Marie Swan, but I prefer Bella." I informed him. Dr. Cullen nodded.

"Is it okay if they come in and see you?" He asked. I nodded.

Dr. Cullen made his way to the door, looked back at me once, then opened the door to let the people who saved me in.