A/N: This story will contain violence, angst and romance. It is AH all human no vampires or werewolves. The more into the story the more action and angst there will be. Hang on it is an emotional ride.

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Chapter 2 Spinning

My head was spinning; there was so much I was trying to take in. A memory flashed before me and even though it felt like yesterday I knew it must have been month's maybe a year ago that it happened. It was May 13, 2008 and I was in my parent's home. Charlie, my dad, and Renee, my mom, sat across the table from me in their kitchen. We were laughing and just simply having a great time. My parents were so excited that I had graduated from college and that I was moving back home. They had told me that there was an opening at the elementary school in Forks and I was so excited to find out that Ms. Cope, the principal, had heard I graduated and wanted me to fill the position. Of course I took it without hesitation. That happened so long ago, but I still couldn't remember anything else from there.

Who did this to me? I thought again and again just replaying my nightmare over and over.

There was an awkward silence in the room as I looked at everyone's faces. It's as if they were in their own nightmare trying hard not to show how much pain they were in. Did they know?

My mom looked up and had so many emotions across her face. As she spoke I was afraid of what she was going to reveal. "Well, dear we were hoping that you were going to be able to tell us. All we know is that we got an anonymous phone call the day you were brought to the hospital stating that you were in the parking lot of Newton's Outfitters and that we needed to get to you soon, if we wanted you alive. We called an ambulance and when they found you, you were lying in a pool of blood barely breathing and unresponsive. The ambulance arrived and we weren't quite sure if you were going to make it." By now she was crying uncontrollably and shaking as she was twisting a tissue with her fingers. All I could think of was that this was not good. Why would anyone want to hurt a first grade school teacher? Nothing at that moment seemed to be making sense, but it seemed the more knowledge I was gaining about my condition the more I was realizing that my situation was getting worse.

As my mom put her hand on my arm she told me, "Bella, you were missing for a month before we got that phone call. We couldn't make sense of your disappearance. Your dad and the police department were giving up hope that we were ever going to find you. They searched every inch of Forks and could find no trace of you."

Shakily I grabbed the notebook and scribbled then fervently handed it to her, she looked up to me and answered my question I had written desperately," It's February 10th, 2009." My eyes widened because for the life of me I couldn't remember anything that happened in the last eight months. Fighting back the tears that stung my eyes, I felt entirely horrified trying to figure out why my mind was shutting those lost months from my memory.

Like I thought before things were getting worse. All our eyes and heads shot over to the door where it was slammed open. There was a loud screeching sound coming from someone. As this person came in view I knew exactly who it was, Alice Whitlock, by best friend and co-worker. Behind her was Jasper her husband, my dad Charlie the Police Chief; he was dressed in his police uniform and standing beside him was another police officer whose face looked familiar, but I did not know who it was. Quickly, I glanced at his badge and it read Deputy Cullen. How many Cullen's were there? They all rushed over to the foot of the bed. Charlie and the other officer were just staring at me with the most concerned expressions on their faces with their eyebrows furrowed.

Alice was just jumping around so much that it was hurting my head just watching her. I closed my eyes for a minute and opened them. "Bella, you're awake. Oh I am so happy and thankful that you finally woke up. I was beginning to think I was going to be stuck with my husband the rest of my life going shopping with him," she said as she giggled and wrapped her arm around Jasper's arm. "So, how do you feel?"

I reached over and grabbed the notebook that my mom gave me and wrote. Confused and stiff! I held it up and I noticed Alice's face as it went pale and her mouth hung open.

"Wait, you can't talk," she said with a sad tone in her voice as I just shook my head. "Oh, Bella, I am so sorry this happened to you. I wish it was me instead of you, but I am so happy you are still alive and..." she ended being cut off by my dad.

"I am so relieved that you finally came out of that dreadful coma. So your mom told me before I came in here that you don't remember anything that has happened to you, is that right?" my dad said calmly with no emotion showing through his tone. I shook my head, but held up my finger to him motioning him to hold on. I grabbed the notebook again and recaptured the horrible image and events that occurred in my mind before awakening in writing, I then reached over and handed him the notebook. As he read it I noticed his eyes grew larger and his mouth popped open. He then handed the notebook to Dr. Cullen Jr. He then read it and nodded to my dad, then he starting passing the notebook around so everyone was able to read it. All their faces grew serious and sad at the same time.

Dr. Cullen Jr. slowly turned looking straight into my eyes with a serious look on his face. "Well, just so you know I have studied a great deal in psychology and with all that I have been educated in the nightmare that seemed to have brought you out of your coma could be the start of your mind piecing all your memories back together. You may start to remember more as the days pass by sooner or later."

I looked at him and sighed…ahhh… there was something about him that just made me feel that all this darkness that I was feeling was going to lessen every time I heard his voice or looked at his emerald eyes. I started to squirm in my bed because I was uncomfortable and still stiff. I grabbed the notebook that my mom had set down on my lap and wrote: Can I get up and walk around; I am feeling very stiff and uncomfortable?

I handed it to Dr. Cullen Jr.; he smiled and said, "Before you get up I need to check your stats and since you are perfectly capable of eating now you won't need the IV for nutrition anymore." He moved closer to me, pulled a little flashlight out of his jacket, turned it on and pointed it towards my eyes. "Alright if you could look to your right….. now your left…...they look focused and beautiful," he said as he winked at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and wondered… what's up with this guy and his infatuation my eyes? He then pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and put it to my back through the slit of my gown. Instantly when his hands touched my bare skin it sent a warm shock through my body and I jumped. "Oh sorry, sometimes the stethoscope can be a little cold." He didn't realize that I wasn't jumping because of cold stethoscope. I don't even think I noticed it was cold because his hands were very warm and inviting. He had me take in deep breaths and then he pulled away from me too soon making me feel as if my skin craved for his touch. I couldn't believe the thoughts that were going through my mind about him. He was my Dr. and I knew he wouldn't have any interests in a plain looking elementary school teacher.

"You are in perfect health, Bella, and I see no reason for us to try and get you moving around and walking again. Let me just get a nurse so she can remove you IV, catheter and all these machines," he excitedly said while he smiled ear to ear. He turned around and walked out the door. I wanted him to come back in. When I saw the door start to open again I thought he read my mind, but it was a girl in pink scrubs with brown curly hair pulled back into a pony tail.

She walked over to me and with a slight smile on her face and introduced herself, "I'm Jessica your nurse. It's great to see you awake. You weren't keeping me very entertained this last month just lying there. So now I looked forward to being a lot more occupied until you are ready to go home. Anyhow, let's get you taken care of so you can go run a marathon." She said as she boomed with a laugh. Apparently, she found herself humorous, but then again she wasn't the one feeling the way I did.

My mom came over and gave me a kiss and said she was going to walk my dad out and tell him goodbye. Charlie came over and gave me a passive hug and told me he was going to be back later to visit. As they walked out Deputy Cullen and Dr. Cullen waved goodbye and followed my parents out the door. I was thankful they didn't stay while she removed everything, especially the catheter. How embarrassing that would have been, but I am quite sure Jessica would have kicked them out anyway.

When Jessica was done I turned my body so that my legs were hanging off the side with the tips of my toes shadowing the floor below me. Jessica took some hospital booties and slipped them onto my feet. She grabbed hold of my arm and helped me slide down off of the bed. At first my feet felt so weak, and then my legs and they were struggling with the weight of my body. One foot in front of the other I was walking toward the door with Jessica holding tight grip with one hand on the middle of my back and the other gripping my arm. As we passed by the bathroom in the room there was a mirror on the door, and I stopped to look at myself. Jessica placed my hand on the handle while she went to get me a robe so that I wasn't walked around with the back of my gown gaping open for everyone to see my firm gluteus maxim us.

Stepping forward closer to the mirror I took in my appearance. To me I looked so frail that if someone just pushed me I was going to shatter. Even though I basically had been sleeping for a month I still had dark circles under my brown eyes, my chestnut hair was all over the place, and I definitely had bed head. My full lips were a dull salmon color, when I opened my mouth I suddenly felt very self conscious about my breath and realized I probably could have knocked someone over since I don't believe anyone brushed my teeth while I was comatose, but I could be wrong. Looking down my body while touching my waist I realized I felt a lot thinner than I remembered.

Finally when Jessica was done helping me with the robe she grabbed onto my upper arm with both hands and we made our way through the door and out into the hallway. We then turned left and started walking down the hallway, I looked up to see in the direction we were going and noticed all the doors that led into the patient's rooms. One step in front of the other we were finally picking up pace and I was feeling myself regaining normalcy. So proud of myself, I closed my eyes and smiled.

When I opened them up again I adverted my eyes to the person walking toward us….ahhhh… I sighed, Dr. Edward Cullen. He must have sensed me staring because he snapped up his head and his eyes met mine. All I could do was stare at him as a smile flashed across his face. And it was at that moment my knees gave out and I fell hard to the floor wincing as the pain stung me all over. All of sudden I was being scoop off the floor and I was into Edward's arms. I might have expected him to maybe help me up, but never in my right mind would have thought he would scoop me up into him firm arms with me pulled tightly to his chest.

Our eyes were level and just a few inched apart when he smirked and said, "I believe you have had enough action for one day," his eyebrows wiggling. "Even though you have been basically asleep for a month all this can be a lot to take in. It's time for you to get some rest." Honestly, I don't think it was my weak legs that made me fall, but his mere presence that made me feel way too mushy inside.

Walking at a rather slow pace we entered back in my room and placed me back in the hard uncomfortable bed. Do they really know how uncomfortable these hospital beds were?

"Bella, I have talked with my father, Dr. Cullen, and discussed if you would be able to go home," he said as he looked kind of disappointed with that statement. "But we both feel we would like for you to stay a couple more days for observation, just to make sure everything is as good as it looks," he said wiping all disappointed from his face and pulling his lips into a tight smile. You are too cute, I thought, but felt my face flush from my thoughts. I was so happy I couldn't speak.

"Hmm, you get some rest and I will see you tomorrow," he said with a dejected tone.

As he left, I felt alone even though Jessica was still in the room. She leaned over to help me adjust the pillow behind my head and mentioned, "I think he likes you." I shook my head. "Oh, I think so because I have never seen him being as attentive to anyone else as he was with you."

I hurried and grabbed my notebook and quickly wrote. There is no way someone like him would like someone me!!

"What are you talking about, you are beautiful!" she responded forcefully while she slapped my arm, I winced at the pain. "Don't sell yourself short and you get some rest. Hope you have sweet dreams about your personal Dr." she added with a sheepishly grin.

She left the room turning out the lights and I began to drift to sleep. Just as I was feeling myself drifting off into a dream, actually a nightmare, a little girl's pale face flashed before my eyes. She had curly blond hair to her shoulders, ocean blue eyes; a small turned up nose and rose red lips. As I looked at her face I noticed a bloody gash going through her right eyebrow, a purplish-bluish bruise on her left cheekbone. She started to cry and then a blood curdling scream came from her mouth.

It was that scream that made my eyes pop open and in the depth of my soul I knew who she was. The thought of the pain that was on the girl's face made my stomach start to churn and had the sudden urge to vomit. Frantically ripping off my sheets I stumbled to the floor and ran toward the bathroom almost feeling as if I was not going to make it to the toilet. Making it on time I dropped to my knees and violently threw up; it wasn't much mostly vile. As I brushed the hair away from my face I sat back on my feet wiping at the sweat across my forehead memories flashed through my mind back to the little girl knowing she was one of the first graders I taught. The tears soaked my cheeks remembering this small, helpless child. Trying to speak again, but knowing I couldn't I spoke her name in my mind. Bree!