Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series but I do own a nice hot bowl of Clam Chowder.

A/N: Ha! The ending to my last chapter was hilarious because I confused you all to no end, which some complained about. AND I put a cliffy on at the end and took FOREVER to update. Don't you just hate me? No, just kidding but it was mean of me to do.

Recap:

"Shock from a recent event could have caused her to go into a comatose state, but there's no way of telling for sure." "Is she alright? When will she wake up?" "Hard to say sir. If you'd like to wait the waiting room is right over there." "Right…okay." I heard the faint voices one familiar and one not.

The voice seemed like it was once part of my life, a long time ago maybe like a father.

I had the whole out-of-body experience and I couldn't understand my surroundings because there really weren't any at the moment, everything was just…blank. I couldn't remember my name, friends, or family. It was like I was starting all over again.

But one name floated about in my head, a name that seemed so…real, and the name was Edward. I could see the name in my mind like it had some deep meaning, but I couldn't find one just then.

Then the voices started again. The voices that felt distant.

"Bella come on wake up, it's your mom. Don't you recognize my voice? Please Bella. "Let her rest Renee." "She's not sleeping!" My...mom and I guess my "dad" too?

Everything just felt out of place. But I knew one thing that seemed completely real and that was the name or maybe person, Edward.

End

"I think she's waking up." A fervent voice spoke shakily. "I think you're right." A man spoke. I slid open my eyes only to see a room that was not familiar to me whatsoever.

"Where am I?" I mumbled, knowing my question was barely coherent. "In the hospital Bella, do you know how worried we were? What happened?" A woman asked me with a worried but slightly irritated tone.

I thought about it for a moment, so my name is Bella, decent. But who are these strangers and why do they care about me? I couldn't find anything quite plausible and eventually gave up.

"Who are you?" I asked in a flat tone, a simple question. But maybe I had been wrong about the simple part for I saw shock and pain spread across the strangers' faces.

"Your parents." The woman choked out. Well great if this was true now I felt like a complete ass. I flinched at her statement and instantly felt…guilty for not knowing her.

"Bella you've been in a coma for about two weeks, do you remember anything?" The aged man pleaded. I tried, really I did but all I could come up was the name, it had to be important so I decided to question it.

"Where's Edward?" I asked hoping it really was a person that I supposedly knew. "Edward?" The man asked, somewhat incredulous. "You don't mean your old friend do you Bella? You haven't seen him in years." The answer was most likely true but why was my subconscious so against believing it? It felt like I still knew him.

Before I could give any kind of response the doctor walked into the room. "Oh, I see you've woken up how nice." The doctor's tone implying anything but "nice." "Bella doesn't remember anything." The woman, my mom cried.

"It's common to have a temporary case of amnesia after waking up from a coma." The doctor spoke, as if the whole thing was so obviously that our stupidity on the subject was irritating him. I won't lie, I did give him a dirty look as he walked out of the room but before doing so he added "I'll call a nurse to check on you, and then you are free to go." Still a rude tone, what had I done?

Maybe he just hates his job, or me. The strangers, my parents both sighed in relief when they realized that it was only temporary. Within an hour of waiting I was finally out of the white concrete walls and the disinfectant stench hell.

I was put into a police cruiser and wondered suddenly if I was being shipped off to some random jail. I was relieved when we arrived at a small home, very cozy. I saw a staircase and instantly went towards it, knowing where I was going. So this is where I lived, very familiar yet still not quite coherent.

I went down the hallway to a door and turned the knob until the door swung open. There it was, I knew this had to be my room. I looked around and noticed one small detail, my window was open. I went over to the sill and noticed from the paint that it was hardly ever open.

I leaned out to see if for some strange reason there was anyone there. And there he was, the most beautiful angel ever sitting on a branch in the tree next to my window. He seemed upset, hurt and instantly I wanted to comfort him.

"Who are you?" I asked realizing it was abnormal to have strange boys in your trees, he winced also in as much pain as my parents had been when they noticed that I didn't remember them. Bit he seemed in even more pain than them, he looked, guilty.

"Edward Cullen." He announced formally. I gasped, could this be the Edward that I was trying to remember? I wasn't sure but I had to ask. "Do I know you?" Another wince, "Yes." He whispered.

"How?" I asked a bit softer not wanting to hurt him anymore. "We're close friends." He spoke dividing each syllable to speak coherently. "How close?" I asked only wanting to hear his voice a bit longer. "Too close." He answered flatly.

"Why can't I remember?" I asked, as if he knew the answer. Well the look on his face said he did know, very well. I instantly regretted the question because it seemed to upset him, but it was too late he was now opening his mouth to answer.

READ THIS PLEASE

Extremely short chapter for a few reasons, this story is the most popular but my least favorite, so I know I've already said this about my other story. I just don't know if I can balance three stories well enough because this has taken me too long to update. So I've finally decided what to do. I will place a poll on my page so you all can decide which story should put on hiatus for awhile until I can get things in better order. But you can only vote if you have read all three stories, so please help me out with this.

Thank you

Airi