Bella's POV
The cold knife slid across my throat. As the first slice entered my flesh, I took a ragged inhale. I looked around, moving just my eyes. I was stalling. I knew I'd end up doing it, I just hated to admit it!
I was suddenly on the bed only slightly jostled. The first thing I noticed was the knife jammed far into my throat. Second, thing was Edward on top of me. I yelped and whispered his name, but it came out sounding more like I was choking. As the black slipped in, I saw a line of familar faces.
I awoke many hours later, not knowing a thing. I sat up and was pushed back down gently, by a pair of hands. I went to speak, to ask the hands who they belonged to, but all that came out was air. My hands instinclvely came to my throat, where they hit a hard brace. I saw a face, it was vaguely familar, but a name didn't come to me. My breathing increased and my heart level spiked as the stranger appeared.
"Hello," he said. He ran his hand through his golden hair. He was inhumanely beautiful, and he seemed to know. As I stared at him, he chuckled and I realized I was staring. My face reddend and brought a rush of heat. I couldn't turn my head as a brace held it in place.
"Bella," the stranger asked, "are you okay?" I attempted to reply, but again, no words came out.
"Oh, right! You can't talk! How could I forget, after all.." his voice faded into an incomprehendible mumble. "Edward, come out, she's awake." He called towards the door. In an instant another beautiful stranger was at the side of the comfortable bed I was lying upon.