Hey! I'm back! Sorry for such a long absence. You see, what had happened was... well the camping trip went bad (not the best I have had). I lost inspiration to write. Then, well, I was thinking about putting this up, but couldn't figure out a time. I recieved the news that one of my favorite bands, Panic! At the Disco, broke up (which absolutely sucks, but I do like Brendo and Spence's new demo. I think it sounds a lot better than when RyRo was in the band. Sorry if that offended anyone; I didn't mean to. It was just my opinion!) yesterday. Not to mention that a lot of the fanfics on here are really good! Then, well, I started reading them. I need to stop procrastinating... Sorry again for the long wait!

This chapter is from Bella's point of view. It's a little longer than the other chapters (at 3,026 words), but it covers a lot of information that I needed to get out there for this story to continue. So I hope you enjoy the chapter. I hope it was well worth the wait.

Dr. Cullen looked at me with remorse filling his eyes once again before beginning.

"Bella, I am so sorry. You have something called retrograde amnesia," he said, overcome with remorse, as if it was his fault that I was in the condition that I was in. I don't know what was wrong with him; I don't think I ever met him, although his voice did sound familiar. Cullen also sounded familiar, but I knew my mind was playing tricks on me; I had amnesia, after all.

His words sounded foreign to me; they were all perfectly accentuated. I was not a doctor. I did not know what that meant, and I wanted to know what was wrong with me. "What is that?" I asked, completely lost.

"Basically, it means that you cannot remember anything before your head trauma. You will also not get this memory back."

I instantly felt grief; what would happen after this? How would I live my life not knowing anything? I wouldn't be able to do anything… I couldn't live on my own; I couldn't marry; I couldn't do anything! Frustrated, I decided to take my mind off of this and ask another question to the waiting doctor. "Well, what happened to make me lose my memory? I don't remember anything, like you said. Can you please help me?" I asked, truly afraid that my life would be a complete train wreck. I was truly wondering if the whole 'bit her' idiocy dealt with this.

"Okay, I can't answer everything here, though," he said, looking around, before continuing, confusing me even more if that was possible. "Basically, you are Bella. You live here in Forks with your father, but you used to live in Phoenix with your mother. You were dating my son, Edward." When he said "Edward," something pulled at my memory, but I could not quite fathom what it was. "You went back to Phoenix because you didn't want to be grounded here in this small town," he chuckled, and then continued. "Edward, Alice, and I went to Phoenix to talk some sense into you, but you tripped and fell down two flights of stairs and went through a window," he seemed saddened at the fact that I tripped. Was it uncommon? "You were in serious condition when Edward found you, so I took care of you the best I could in the hotel, but I needed more medical care than what I had, so I brought you to the hospital there, but the staff there quickly took you back to Forks by a helicopter because I wanted to take care of you, and I could not do so in Phoenix without a different license. Also, Charlie and Renee wanted to be near you and they both agreed that Forks was the best choice to meet. When you were examined, you had a broken leg, four broken ribs, some cracks in your skull, a lot of bruises, and we had to give you a few transfusions." It seemed like he would never stop. "We had to keep you in a medically-induced coma for five days," he said, his remorse deepening if possible. With that, he said "I'll see you soon. You have a visitor." With guilt-filled eyes, he walked out of the room.

A woman who looked to be in her thirties came in. She had laugh lines, but the fact that she had been crying overshadowed her lines. "Bella," she instantly said, relief taking her fine features.

"Hi?" I said, not knowing who she was. I hoped she would not take offense to this; I didn't want her to. I wanted to know who she was and her relation to me.

"Do you remember me?" she asked, hope filling her voice. I guess she heard the news.

"No. Should I?" I asked back.

"Bella, I am your mother."

"Oh, I am sorry. I have amnesia," I said, hoping she would understand. I still felt bad for having to ask who my own mother was.

Just then, my pains let themselves become known. I whimpered, unable to do anything else. I knew that if I moved, I would be in pain more. I hoped someone could hear that; maybe they could help me.

My mom shot up instantly, calling the desk. A bored woman answered, saying the nurse would arrive shortly.

"It's going to be okay. I just called a nurse; she should be here soon," she said, repeating what the uninterested woman said. She tried to make me calm down, but she only made it worse; she couldn't find a place that was not bandaged to pat. Exasperated and frustrated, she went sit back down.

A nurse walked in. She appeared to be in her mid-forties. She tapped the IV feed (ugh… needles). She then put some more medicine in it. Before she was done, I felt drowsy, but I tried to fight it. I tried to keep my eyes open, although they involuntarily shut. I opened them again, only to have this process repeat. I didn't want to go to sleep; I wanted to know more about myself.

"Don't fight it, Bella. Please sleep. You need to rest. We will talk later," my mom said, knowing what I wanted dearly. With that promise, I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

When I awoke from a deep slumber, I saw a man standing next to my mother.

"Good morning, sweetie. How are you feeling?" my mom asked me. I felt quite uncomfortable talking to her when this unknown man was in the room, but I answered her anyway.

"Okay. Who are you?" I asked to the man after replying to my mother. His features saddened, but I did not know what else to say.

"Bella, I'm Charlie, your father," he said in a gravelly voice.

"Oh, sorry," I said. I felt so bad when I had to ask people who they were, especially my own mother and father! I hoped they understood. The room fell silent, but it was an awkward silence; it seemed like someone should say something, but we did not know what to say. We settled for silence until someone walked in the room.

It was the doctor.

"How are you today?" he asked, his features perking at the fact of seeing me up.

"Better, but I don't know if it's because of the medicine," I told him honestly.

"True," his face frowned. He tried to perk up, but I could see through it. He looked at my mother and father. "Can I have a moment with Bella?" he asked.

"Sure," my father grumbled. My mom just complied with Dr. Cullen's request, at a loss for words.

"What's wrong, Dr. Cullen?" I asked.

"Please, call me Carlisle." Memories of his name resurfaced; the beautiful, musical voice called his name many times that night. "Nothing is wrong; don't worry. I just wanted to know if you would mind meeting my family. They have been patiently waiting for you to wake up, if such a thing is possible," he said, smiling in spite of the situation before him. "If you don't want them to come, I am sure they would not take offense to this," he said, his perfect voice soothing, letting me know that it was ultimately my choice.

"I don't mind; I would actually like to meet them," I said. It surprised me that I was completely honest with this answer. I had not felt this way since before I could remember. "One question, though: would you mind staying? I don't know them, and I would feel better if someone that I knew would be in here. Also, it would make the family complete," I said, smiling. I hoped he would be okay with this.

He frowned before continuing, having some internal problem with my choice of words in the last part, "Of course, Bella. I will call them and let them know that they are welcome. They should be over shortly," he said, changing his expression once again as he walked out of the room.

My parents walked right back in. They seemed to be contemplating whether or not they should ask me about what happened. I decided to break the silence and just say it.

"Carlisle wanted to know if I would mind his family visiting me," I said. Their faces immediately brightened again, thanking someone that I was not hurt any more than I already was.

It stayed quiet for awhile; none of us wanted to say anything. Occasionally, nurses would walk in the room to check my vitals, but they never stayed for long.

About an hour later, Carlisle asked me if I was ready to meet his family. I said yes excitedly, and Charlie and my mom walked out of the room, mumbling that they would be back. His family walked in and my mouth fell to the floor.

All of the Cullen's were so beautiful; they looked like they did not belong in Forks. They were all different, yet the same. They all had purple rings under their eyes, indicating that they have not slept in awhile. Their eyes were also gold, like Carlisle's. Each person had a different appearance, but they were all strikingly beautiful. I could not contain my eyes.

"Hello," I said, breaking out of my reverie. They were so stunningly beautiful! Why would they live here, in Forks?

One of the women in the family stepped up; she seemed to be the oldest, but she did not look old enough to have the kids in front of me. "Hello, Bella. I am Esme, Carlisle's wife." She seemed really friendly; I wondered if I knew her before the incident. Considering I knew Carlisle and Alice, I probably did; I just don't remember her.

The shortest girl with black pixie hair stood forward and introduced herself as Alice. I barely remembered her name being mentioned… She quickly introduced her boyfriend, Jasper. I wondered if Esme was his mother also. Jasper didn't say anything. Instead, he waved and smiled, but I felt his presence to be comforting in itself. He didn't need to say anything to make me feel at home. I waved back

The most beautiful girl stepped forward with a look of hatred on her face. I wonder why she was so upset. Was it over me? "I am Rosalie and this is my boyfriend, Emmett," she said in an amazingly beautiful voice. I instantly felt jealous over Rosalie. I didn't have much time to think before Emmett smiled a huge grin that lit up his face. It caused me to smile back until I felt the muscles in my face strike back. Pain then overwhelmed me for a second.

"Carlisle, I have a question," I said. He nodded for me to go on. "Where is your other son, the one I dated?" I asked, barely audible while thinking how beautiful he must be to be with this family. The Cullens' faces immediately went down, though they still looked as beautiful as ever.

"Edward has decided to visit his cousins in Alaska. He wanted to be here, but the plane tickets were impossible to change. Plus, we were on short notice," Alice stepped forward and said. She had the really high sing-song voice that I had heard. I found it to also be somehow soothing.

"Oh. Well, it's nice to meet you all… again." I sounded self-conscious. How could I not be when these people were around me? I was strikingly below average. Esme smiled and I immediately felt calm again.

"Bella, dear, we are all so sorry about what had happened," she said, her beautiful voice saddened.

"It's not your fault; it's my fault that I tripped," I murmured. I guess the family had learned to put the blame on themselves. This was wrong; it was my fault that I tripped.

My words seemed to affect all of them; they all instantly saddened and flinched after I finished. It seemed like they were hiding something from me.

The Cullens ended up staying awhile, talking about events that I had already known. Esme offered to stay the night, which I quickly accepted. I felt calm in her presence, and I would no doubt need that while attempting to rest. The Cullens left, which somehow made me sad; Esme promised she would be back later after getting necessities for the night.

My mother and Charlie (I decided to call him that; it's much easier) came back in, but their expressions were completely different. My mom seemed exhausted, and Charlie seemed depressed.

My mother came over to me and patted me on the head. "Bella, I need to leave tonight. My husband, Phil, is waiting for me. I tried telling him that I wanted to wait and stay with you, but he seemed to want me to come home. Also, I had a plane scheduled for tonight and I could not get it rescheduled. I hope that is okay," she said. I wondered who Phil was.

"Okay. Who is Phil? I thought he was my father. What happened?" I asked, pointing to Charlie. I wanted to know the truth and I was tired of these games where people would only tell me half the story.

"Charlie and I are divorced, honey. I married Phil almost a year ago. Charlie and I were… unhappy. We were opposites, and opposites did not attract," she said, patting my head. She found the only place that was not bandaged as much as the others.

"Oh. I love you," I said, still having questions in my mind. I figured I would get them answered later, if there was a such thing.

"I love you, too, honey. Try not to fall as much; I don't want to lose you," she said as she walked out the door.

Charlie seemed uncomfortable, so he seemed excited to hear the news that Esme was sleeping over tonight. He said he had to go to work, but he did not want to leave me alone. I told him I was fine with Esme, and he soon left.

Esme showed up only a few minutes later with a suitcase in hand. I apologized for the furniture, or lack thereof, and she said that she would be fine. She had apparently spent many nights in a hospital with Carlisle.

"Esme?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Carlisle seemed wary to tell me something yesterday. I asked him what had happened to me to make me forget everything, and he said that he could not explain it all here. Can you?" I asked.

"Bella, I can't. I was not there. Carlisle would know more than me on this subject. Maybe try asking him again in a few days," she said with her voice full of compassion.

I slept peacefully during the day and that night. In the morning, Esme asked if I would like for her to come again. I quickly agreed, and she said that she had a few errands to run but she would be back soon. She walked out, telling Carlisle to make sure that I was not alone. I wonder what had happened during the night to make her feel this way.

Later on that day, a boy came into my room. I did not know who he was, which was not surprising. He seemed short and lanky, with darker skin. He must have spent some time in the sun.

"Bella, do you remember me?" he asked. I was getting sick of these questions, so I just shook my head no, and he continued.

"I'm Jacob Black. Your father and my father are best friends. We used to hang out when we were little on the reservation. You came a while ago again. I just wanted to see how you were doing. I had heard the news but decided to see you when you were up," he said. He seemed sweet and really considerate.

"I'm fine, just a little banged up. Thanks for coming," I said, smiling. He seemed to have an aura around him that was full of sunshine. He was my personal sun in the hospital full of rain.

"No problem. So, when are they going to let you out? Maybe we can hang out sometime."

"I'm not sure when, but that sounds great. Charlie should know when I come out, and I will tell him to let you know as soon as I can," I said, smiling. At least I had something to look forward to when I was released.

"Okay, cool. Well, I hate to be a bother, but I need to go. I just wanted to say hi and see how you were," he said, saddened by the fact that he could not stay long. I wonder why.

"Thanks again!"

He chuckled when he left the room. Esme came back soon after, followed by Carlisle. Carlisle made sure that everything was okay and then left again.

After two weeks of the same schedule, Carlisle decided that I was ready to go home. He suggested that I take it easy and that I should not force my memory upon myself (which I had no intention of doing). He would check up on me at home every two days. He also talked to Charlie about having Alice and Esme stay over to help me out. Charlie said it was because his job as a police chief required long and hard hours. He agreed though, so Esme and Alice would switch out every two days when Carlisle would come and check-up on me. Charlie thanked Carlisle and off we went. Alice followed us home, ready to take on the duties of helping me out first. I hope this goes well.

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This was written at two in the morning (and then revised), so there was none. I don't remember the song that I had stuck in my head at the time. I think it was something odd...

Liked it? Hated it? Let me know! We finally found out about Bella's problem; Jacob and the Cullens come into the story. (NOTE: I am not a Team Jacob fan, but he is in this story for two reasons. One: It was part of the challenge description. Two: What would Twilight be without Jacob? Personally, though, I want to La Push him off a cliff, but he is a vital part of the story. You can write all the mean comments you want about that... I am trying to portray Jacob as not a hated figure, which somewhat sucks...)

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