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I opened my eyes.

The first thing I saw was Renée sleeping at the end of my bed on a soft foam chair. She looked older than how I remembered her; there were bags under her eyes.

The second thing I saw was the hospital wall and floor. Mint green walls reminded me of somewhere familiar but I couldn't tell where.

The third thing I saw was at least ten different pieces of machinery attached to my body. They were bleeping and I could hear my pulse.

Then my head started to pound.

I winced and cried out in pain. This woke Renée.

"Bella!" She almost screamed it.

"Hey, Mom." I mumbled it and realized that my voice wasn't up to anything today. She rushed up to hug me, narrowly avoiding the wires and tubes connected to me.

"I thought I lost you, Bella. We both did."

"Is Charlie here?" I was wondering out loud.

"Yes, he's just gone to get some dinner. We've been so worried. I left Phil and flew all the way to Forks after I heard what happened. He was fine about letting me go. Charlie hasn't left your side in days. He's been so upset about everything before this and it can't have done him any good with the cliff and –"

I stopped her. "What cliff?" I blurted it out faster than I meant.

"You mean…" She looked incredulous. "You mean you don't remember?"

"I don't remember what? Mom, what don't I remember?"

"Bella…You…You jumped from a cliff."

My head spun. Why on earth would I have jumped from a cliff? What reason would I have had to jump? I knew I must have been dreaming. It couldn't be true. Impossible. What could have happened in the last year that would have made me jump? Dreaming, that was the only logical explanation. I closed my eyes again and waited to wake up. The pain in my head was wrapping itself around me. The burning sensation was a little too realistic for a dream. I slowly opened my eyes, not wanting to face the truth.

"Bella?" Renée looked at me with tense eyes. She almost whispered it.

"Why did I jump, Mom? Tell me." I said, croaking, still not wanting to believe what reality was saying to me.

She gazed into my eyes, wondering if this was the right time to be telling me. "I don't know much about it. I came after Charlie called me. He said you jumped because of a boy. Jacob Black found you floating in the water of La Push. You weren't breathing and he got you breathing again. He drove you straight to the hospital and told then phoned us to tell us what happened. He comes here everyday. He was here a few hours before you woke up."

As Renée said this I could only wonder about what happened before. I remembered Jacob Black, only just. He was a blur in my mind like so many other things. But me, try to kill myself because of a boy? That wasn't me at all. I hadn't ever been that close to a boy. Ever, not even at Phoenix.

In my confusion I didn't even notice Charlie at the door of the room.

"Bella!" He flung his food down on the table my hospital bed and crashed a hard hug into me. I could feel the love and relief coming off him and it was all I could do to hug him back. "I've been so worried, Bella! You have no idea." He sighed and hugged me again.

"Um, dad, do you mind telling me who this boy was?" I was cautious. He looked to Renée, she nodded. I guessed he was asking if I knew.

"Bells," he came to sit down in the chair on the other side of me. "I don't know much about this guy. I had no idea who he was. Something happened between you too and you were really torn up about it. You wouldn't sleep or eat properly and every night you woke up screaming because of nightmares you were having. At first I would come in every night to comfort you but every night the screaming wouldn't go and eventually I knew I had to stop coming in." Charlie sighed and dropped his gaze to the floor.

My mind was swimming. I was practically lost but I knew I had to ask. "What was his name, dad?"

His eyes flew up to mine in under a second. His breathing was deep but fast and his hands were fidgeting with themselves; a sign I knew to look out for. He was going to lie. "His name was Mike, Bella."

I just nodded calming, pretending to accept it. I had spent enough time with Charlie to know when he was trying to protect me, even if it was by lying to me. He always had done the fidgeting thing, even when I was young. Like one time for instance, he told me we had ice cream in the freezer but when we got there was none. I had cried. He thought I forgot because I was only nine but each time, something as simple as that, and I would know he wasn't being truthful. Of course I didn't like him doing it, sometimes I would confront him about it. I never told him about the habit he had because I knew he would stop and there would be no indication that my own father wasn't being honest with me. No, I left it and he liked it better when he felt I believed the lie.

My doctor walked in and picked up my chart. He was wearing a long white coat, like most of the doctors here and had spiked up black hair. There was a clip on his shirt pocket that said "Dr. Jones".

"Bella, I heard you were awake. How are you feeling?"

"Um, fine I guess. My head hurts a bit." I lied, it was hurting, a lot more now that I knew why I jumped.

"Well, your stats have improved. We should be able to send you home sometime this week." Both my parents' faces lit up. I was glad to see them happy but I didn't feel well enough to go anywhere.

"Um, Dr. Jones, I can't remember why I jumped. Is that normal?"

"I should think so; you hit your head hard on one of the rocks. A little further to the right or left and you could have cracked your skull open." I shuddered at the thought. "I think we need to give you an x-ray just to check everything is healing right and then you can sleep. You look like you need some more."

My bed was pushed up to the x-ray wing and after waiting for what seemed like forever I was pushed back up to my private room. I wondered why I wasn't on the ward.

Charlie and Renée left me to sleep soon after that. I had no more questions, yet anyway. Obviously, this boy had meant a lot to me, even though my own parents had tried to make him sound like nothing. He couldn't have been nothing if I was willing to jump off a cliff for him. I wondered why I jumped. I wondered what the reason was to make him leave me. I wondered if he actually left me. I wondered what he looked like but before I could think of any answers I was slipping into unconsciousness.

I was in a lunch hall. From what I could see it was crowded, I could see teens shouting and a queue that had formed to get food. It was apparently lunch. I sat at a table and I could see girls and boys around my age. I sat next to a girl and next to her was a boy. There were two more boys and a few more girls sat near us. I felt my head move and my eyes fall on a table with a group of four sitting far from the rest of the noisy teens and–

Something very cold was pressed against my lips. My eyes flung themselves open and my breath came short and fast as whatever it was drew back. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was and that I had to remember to breathe. Someone, I had no idea who, was inches from my face.

It was a boy and he was beautiful. He had untidy, bronze-coloured hair and looked very pale under the darkness of the gloomy hospital room. He smelt sweet but it wasn't cologne, something sweeter than that. I instinctively pulled back. Did he just kiss me?

"Bella," his voice was velvet and it sounded so warm. He lifted his hand to mine. I was shocked at how cold it was and I flinched. It was like he had had his hands in a pile of snow before he touched me. "I'm so sorry. I should never have left you. You have no idea how bad I feel and now you're in hospital and it's my entire fault. I'm so sorry; I never meant a word I said that night. I'm so sorry. I'll never leave you again." He lifted my hand to his nose, closed his eyes and sniffed my wrist. I didn't know who this boy was but I was not comfortable with what he was doing, no matter how god-like he looked.

"Excuse me?" My voice showed my shock.

"Bella?" He sounded worried.

"Do you mind telling me who you are?" My breath was still fast.

"Don't you…know who I am?" His voice now sounded distressed.

I studied his face. His jaw line was defined, and his skin was pale, as I saw. His golden eyes smouldered in the dark. They were a perfect shade of butterscotch and I felt like I was falling into his mind. I blinked. I couldn't remember ever seeing him but he felt strangely familiar.

"No…I…I don't…"

"Oh." He dropped my hand. His face was swept from all emotion now. "I suppose its better that way…" The mysterious boy turned to leave.

"What d'you mean?" I questioned, I didn't really want him to go.

He turned his head slightly whilst stopping at the door. "It doesn't matter." He whispered, only just loud enough for me to hear. He pulled the door open.

"Wait." He stopped, waiting. It was as if he would obey my every word. I wondered if he could be the so-called Mike that Charlie lied about. "What's your name?"

I heard him take a deep breath in and turned to face me completely. His eyes seemed to burn with passion.

"My name is Edward Cullen. I'll never forget you, Bella. Please, do all you can to forget I ever came here. If I knew, I never would have come. I've hurt you in so many ways already, I don't need to do it again."

He walked out of the door and shut it quietly behind him. I thought heard a sob behind it.

What had I just done?