Edward's POV
"Who am I?" I said in a voice I didn't recognize.
That's not what I wanted to ask the woman, but it was what came out of my mouth. I guess my desire to find out who I was could not be ignored so easily. But what shocked me most was not that I had said something different from what I planned to say, but that the moment I spoke, the woman ran to me, held me and sobbed.
I looked at the angel who, for the first time, looked scared. She got off the bed backwards and ran to the door as her feet pat-patted on the floor. She stood on tiptoe to open the door and she had barely touched the knob when the door opened. The angel looked up at the handsome man standing by the doorway who looked down at her with a smile on his lips.
The angel said something and pointed to me and the woman. The man by the door looked up at us and his eyes widened -- with fear? surprise? I wasn't sure. But he crouched down and faced the angel. He touched her shoulder and talked to her as he glanced at us. I just stared at him. He kissed the cheek of the angel as she ran out the door, her bare feet still pat-patting.
He walked in slowly and closed the door behind him. The woman who was still sobbing on my shoulder looked behind her and saw the man.
"Carlisle." she sobbed and ran to him. "He's awake. He spoke. Rensemee.. she.. she woke him up, she was singing to him."
The man, Carlisle, touched the woman. He nodded. "What did he say?"
The woman sobbed even more. "He asked me who he was." Her voice was panicked, she looked at me, her tear-streaked cheeks red with crying. "You were right. He doesn't remember."
Just then, the door opened and fve people walked in. They were led by a tall woman with caramel-colored hair who held the angel by the hand. She was followed by a small girl with dark pixie-like hair that stood in all directions who was holding the hand of a man with curly blond hair. Behind them was another couple, a beautiful woman, not as beautiful as the mother of the angel, she had long blond hair, and a tall burly man who held her shoulders. All of them looked surprised when they saw me but all their eyes were tired, just like the beautiful woman with long brown hair who was still sobbing in the arms of the man named Carlisle.
The angel let go of the tall woman and ran towards the bed. She struggled to get up but was helped by Carlisle and she crawled towards me again.
I looked at all of them. They all seemed scared to come near me, but they looked like they wanted to. Only the woman who was sobbing, came close and held my hand.
"He asked me who he was." she cried.
The boys walked quickly to the other side of the bed and hugged me. The girls, too, came towards me and hugged me but I just stared at them. Who were these people?
I stared at the angel who was now playing with my other hand while her mother played with the other.
"Edward?" someone was saying and I kept staring at the angel.
"Edward?" the voice said again and someone, the blond man, touched my shoulder and pointed towards Carlisle. "Do you remember anything, Edward?"
I looked at all of them, they were expecting me to say something. I frowned. "I'm not Edward," I said and I felt the woman's hold on my hand tighten.
"Who are you?"
I stared at him and I knew I had to come out with the truth. "I don't know. Where am I? This girl, this angel, she called me her father... but... I don't know her." I didn't even notice but then I started crying. The emptiness started to fill me again.
"Why can't I remember anything?" I demanded. My head was throbbing. "Who... who are you? what am I doing here?" I sobbed as the people around me put their hands to their mouths. The woman beside me hugged me tightly.
"Edward. It's me." she cried. "Your Bella. I'm your wife, remember?"
I shook my head. My head felt like it was going to explode. "No," I said. "I don't know you. I can't... I'm not your husband. I... My head." I groaned and put a fist to my head.
"Daddy." the little angel looked scared as she held my hand. "Are you okay?"
"I'm not... your daddy." I told her as I cried. I was confused. I couldn't remember anything.
The angel stared at me, her eyes lost their sparkle and her lower lip quivered. She looked at her mother then at me and she started to cry.