A/N: Alright, so here's the thing there will be some chapters with EPOV (Edward's point of view). The first one to come is probably Ch. 5 maybe sooner. We are starting to get to the good stuff. And if you want to know what that is you'll just have to keep reading. I have it all played out how it's going to go.

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Chapter 3 Tiny Light

Thinking of Bree pulled a bunch of memories from my mind as I curled up on the cold hospital bathroom floor; I didn't even care where I was at the moment as I thought back to the first day I met her.

August 21st, 2008

First day of school, my nerves were all over the place from being nervous to being really excited. Even though I was prepared, I had spent the previous three weeks getting ready for this day; I was nervous to meet the children I was going to teach my first year being a teacher. Will they like me? Of course I shouldn't worry strictly about that, but focus more on if I will be able to teach them all they will need to know in life.

Keeping that in mind, I had to remind myself that they were just first graders and they probably didn't need a life changing experience at their age. As I sat there waiting for the bell to ring I kept going over and over making sure I had every pencil in place, every book in its proper spot on the shelf and made sure that my name on the board was legible for them to read. I can't tell you how many times I erased and rewrote it, but decided to rewrite in one more time, just as I finished the bell rang startling me.

Turning around from the dry erase board I noticed my class started filing in. They all had smiles on their faces, their backpacks resting on their shoulders and to the looks of it, brand new school clothes; I couldn't help but smile. Then again that smile was gone when I saw one little girl smaller than the others, she had curly blond hair to her shoulders, a tattered messenger bag, white shoes that were extremely in need of a wash, holey dark denim blue pants and a faded pink shirt that was way too big on her .

As she passed me I tried to give her a jubilant smile, but she would not focus her eyes to mine; she focused her attention to the ground as she stopped and stood in the back of the room with the other children.

Fervently I walked to the front of the classroom, turned around and spoke. "Hello, class I am Ms. Swan," I said pointing to my name on the board. "I am extremely excited to meet you. I have already put your names on the desks in front of you, please find your name and take a seat."

The day seemed to go along progressively, but my eyes always wandered over to Bree Newton which she seemed sad and quite distant. My heart just went out to her because she reminded me of when I was younger; the only difference was when you looked at her there seemed to be sorrow in her eyes.

The day was filled with recesses and lunchtime making it pass by without delay. Shockingly the bell rang at 3:05pm and all the students gathered up their belongings and headed out. The last one to leave was Bree; she was having a hard time zipping up her bag. Seeing her struggling I was promptly at her side trying to help her with the zipper. Once I fixed the bag she looked up at me with her ocean blue eyes and thanked me. As she was standing up she tripped over her own foot and I held my hand out to help her; grabbing her upper left arm. While I did so she winced at the pain and I was shocked because I didn't think I grabbed her that hard.

Quickly I apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," pulling my hand away, her sleeve moved and I noticed four dark blue, almost black bruises wrapping around her arm. They appeared to be the size of slender fingers.

"It's not your fault," she spoke while trying to pull her sleeve back over the bruises.

"May I ask what happened?" I ask softly.

"My…my brother was being rough and…..and punched me," she said totally not convincing me that am what really happened.

Trying not to sound too pushy, especially on the first day of school I asked, "Does he do this a lot?"

"When he…..he has a bad day," she said making it sound like she wasn't talking about her brother anymore.

Not wanting to embarrass her anymore I told her I was happy to have her in my class and sent her out so she could catch the bus before it left.

Looking back to that first day I caught myself wondering if there was a connection with my current condition and with Bree. My mind was working overtime; unexpectedly I was brought back to the present with someone standing in the door way. Lifting my head and looking over I became aware that it was Edward.

"Bella, you are going to catch your death lying on the cold bathroom floor of the hospital," reaching out a hand to help me up. I reached up and took his hand, sending a shock wave through my body.

Standing up I looked at his eyes and he looked back at me as if he was seeing right into my soul. Going back into the room I grabbed my notebook and wrote: Why are you here? I thought your shift was over.

"Well….how do I say this without seeming to be an obsessive stalker? Ever since you have been here I come after my shift and sat with you while you were in your coma. At first I did it to help your parents go home and rest because they did not want to leave your side. After a while I liked coming and just being with you. "I flushed at the thought of him watching me while I was in a coma. Smiling in amazement he whispered, "I find you fascinating."

Putting my pen to the paper I quickly wrote: How is that?

"Interesting enough, you are a stunning woman and there is just something about you that pulled me in, even when you in a comatose state. Let's just say I was dying to see how your eyes were when they were open," he said bluntly while running his hands through his untidy hair. To say things were taking a turn for the better would be an understatement; I was in shock by his words and wondered what they all meant. Considering he saw the shock and blush on my face he quickly changed the subject.

"May I ask why you were lying on the bathroom floor?"

Not really knowing how to put it in writing I enlightened him on my dream of Bree and my thought I had about the first day I met her, but not having any more recollection of my memories after that.

My heart sank again the mere thought of her in my dream brought tears to my eyes; trying to fight the tears, but not succeeding they rolled down my cheeks. Unexpectedly Edward caressed my cheek and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. Believe me I was caught off guard because abruptly his lips met mine. As he cupped his hand on my other cheek, I reached up and put my arms around his neck pulling our bodies closer together. Removing his hands from my cheeks he put them around my waist; our kiss was slow and sweet.

Pulling away from me he put his hands back on my cheeks and warmly whispered, "My heart clenches at the site of you so sad and full of pain, I want to take it all away."

I thought that's why you were my doctor, was to take all the pain away. I noted and he laughed as I blushed because he wanted to comfort me in this time of pain and confusion. Losing my smile, I deliberated on telling him how I was feeling and decided I needed to get it out.

Edward, I don't know if I can do this. What happened to me? I am so scared that the more I dream the more I will find out that something extremely terrible has happened to me and quite possibly Bree. Deep down in my stomach I know we are connected somehow, but I am not sure how. I don't think we should get involved right now if that's what your intentions are. Getting involved with me could possibly lead to you and my parents getting hurt. Maybe once I check out I should leave Forks for a while so I can figure this whole thing out.

After handing him the notebook I made my way over to the bed and sat down; my head looked down into my lap while my hands were playing with the tips of my hair. He was quiet and so I looked at him through my eyelashes to try and sense any emotions that were on his face; no expression was lost in thought. His lips tightened and then looked up at me, but I was still looking down at my lap.

Approaching me, his hand touched my chin and pulled my face up to so that I would look at him. "Please look at me, Bella," denying him nothing my eyes met his. "I don't want you to leave Forks; there's something here between us, can't you feel it? I am more than willing to put my life on the line just so I can be with you; maybe even protect you, if it's necessary. Why don't we take things slow, I can help you get down to the bottom of this and figure out if you and Bree are connected. Another thing we should do is contact your dad and let him know what you have dreamt about. Just maybe the police could look in with her and her family; that way you won't be risking your own safety too." Closing my eyes I nodded in approval, he made some good points.

Taking my notebook from him I jotted down: Thanks that means so much to me. And I want to try and see where you and I can go from here. If it doesn't start risking lives of the people I love.

When he glanced at the notebook he quickly threw it on the bed and pulled me in for a tight hug. "Do you think, once I release you from this hospital, that I can take you out on a date?" he tenderly whispered in my ear. Hugging him back I captured his fragrance; he smelled of mint and old spice cologne, I nodded excepting his invitation.

Releasing from our embrace Jessica walked through the door with a try of food. It was now 6pm and I hadn't thought about eating all day especially after having my little episode in the bathroom. Once I smelled the food my stomach growled in acknowledgement that I should eat something. Edward then kissed my forehead and said he would see me in the morning when his shift starts a 7am. Looking back at my tray of chicken cordon bleu, rice and green beans I immediately started stuffing my face. It was hospital food at its finest, but it actually tasted really good to me, I must have been hungrier than I thought.

After my stomach was fully satisfied I lied down and struggled to not fall asleep, but quite content I thought of Edward and I was asleep in no time.

Awaking with the warm morning sun shining through the window, feeling rested from a dreamless sleep, I stretched out my body and realized that I must inquire about Bree. Sitting in this hospital bed while thinking that quite possibly there was something wrong with Bree left me feeling unpleasant.

Soon after I was brought my breakfast, French toast and scrambled eggs, my mom and Alice showed up bringing me more comfortable attire. Eager to get out of the hospital gown I quickly went to the bathroom to change. While looking in the bag that they brought I noticed my mom had packed me all the necessities to freshen up. Turning on the shower I grabbed the shampoo and conditioner, a razor (which I was thankful for because I felt like an Amazon woman) and a bar of soap. Stepping into the shower I let the water sooth my stiff body hoping that all my worries and problems would disappear down the drain. While using the soap I lathered my body and as my hands reached my neck I instantly felt the small scars around my neck, they were small and people would at least have to be very close or be touching them to notice they were there, but they would be a constant reminder that for know I still don't know how I got them.

Without further delay of facing my problems I stepped out of the shower, pulled the hair dryer out of the bag and dried my hair. After putting on some light makeup, pajama pants and a tank top I opened the door and walked back out into the hospital room. The moment I walked out I saw Dr. Cullen Sr. and Edward had joined my mom and Alice.

"You looked refreshed and cute this morning," Edward declared with a playful tone. I just responded with a small smile while I gazed at his eyes and felt my face flush.

Interrupting our silent conversation Dr. Cullen Sr. cleared his throat, "Bella, um… it's great to see you up and about. You look like a different person this morning." I looked at the floor noticing that my feet were not covered and felt cold from the brown tiled floor. "It's just another reason why Edward and I think you could go home today; of course we would want you to come by once a week until we figure out how and if your voice will return."

Stunned, my eyes widened and I started jumping; they all probably thought I was possessed by Alice, even Alice herself. Giving my mom and Alice a hug I turned to Dr. Carlisle Cullen, shaking his hand and turned to give Edward my hand too. He smirked, took my hand and the pulled me into him giving me a firm hug; I was taken aback because I think he smelled my hair, but I myself took in his scent too.

My mom called Charlie to have him bring my truck so we could get all the flowers and balloons out of the room. When Charlie got there he pulled me off to the side and said he needed to talk to me; I was a little caught off guard because this wasn't his normal behavior.

Just barely above a whisper he said, "Edward came to me last night and told me about your dream and memory that you had of Bree Newton; now don't be mad at him I believe he came to me out of concern for you." I gave him an approving nod. "Deputy Emmett Cullen and I checked in with the school and went to visit Bree at her home. When we got there everything was gone; she also hadn't attended school since around the time you were brought to the hospital. Bells, I believe more now than before that there is a definite link between you and Bree's disappearance."

Putting my hand over my mouth, I felt my knees go weak and the tears rolled down my face. I reached over and padded the bed to sit down while putting my face in my hands. By now everyone, Renee, Alice, Edward and Dr. Cullen, were by the bed wondering what had happened. Charlie filled them all in about Bree.

My thoughts were for that sweet girl that because along with me our pasts had been silenced, her tiny light gone. No story to tell, no one to help through the darkness. Feeling a dip in the mattress I noticed Edward sat down by me and put an arm around my shoulders, I looked at him briefly and just buried my face in his chest just sobbing. At this moment I began to really get frustrated that I could not speak; I was feeling very sorry for myself and I hated that even more. Who am I to feel sorry for myself when there is a little girl out there probably all alone and miserable.

Wiping my face and determined to stop feeling sorry for myself; I grabbed the notebook and wrote boldly:

We, I have to find HER! She needs to be OK!

I held it up to Charlie. "Wait a minute, Bells; you need to let the police handle this matter, especially in your fragile state. We all don't want you back in here hurt again. We almost lost you once." I shook my head looking down at Edward's hand that was now resting on my thigh; knowing I would lose this argument with him, but knowing I would investigate behind his back.

I am sure all of you have noticed that my chapters aren't too long. Well, they will be progressively be getting longer as the chapters will get more intense.

Thanks again to JMCullen09 for taking the time to help me when she can find the time.