AN: Thank you all for the reviews. And I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. Busy, busy.
Onward!
Edward's Point of View
"Edward! Will you come down please?" I heard my mother call through the music.
I stood and shut off my CD player, and the room be filled with the sound of the disk coming to a stop.
After I left my room, I went to the stair well, and headed down the three flights of stairs to the first floor. My loose shirt bounced as I went down quickly, and as I reached the ground, I called to my mother, "Yes? Where are you?"
"In the living room, Edward," I heard my father call back.
I turned towards the living room, and saw the Chief and Bella sitting on our couch. She had her eyes closed, and her father had her arm wrapped around her shoulder, she slowly leaned on his shoulder.
"Edward?"
And I was broken out of my reverie, so I turned to my mom. "Yes?"
"Bella hasn't woken up yet." My eyebrows pursed together, and I looked at Bella, just as hers pursed together too.
"Edward, I want to thank you, for taking care of my little girl," the Chief told me, holding Bella closer.
"It was my pleasure." Even though she scratched my car…
Bella's Point of View
"Mom, look out!" I screamed. The car's head lights connected to my eyes.
"You are very lucky; you only got out of it with a couple minor cuts. You have to get stitches, but that's all. Sadly, they will scar and be there forever. The cuts were minor, but deep enough for the scars to stay healed like that and never fade."
"You can't take my wife's ring!" Phil screamed at me.
"She wa—is my mom. I need something to remember her. I can't take her car, and you won't let me take anything else. Besides, she gave told me I could have her ring when I was younger."
"I got her that ring!"
"She's my mom!"
"She was my wife!"
"You're 5 years younger than she is! You've been married for a year!"
AN: I don't really know any of this information, bear with me.
"She was my wife!"
"She's my mom! I've been with her for 17 years! I'm taking the ring!"
I walked past him and picked up the ring that sat on the nightstand.
"Bella?" Phil called, not yet facing me.
"Yeah?"
"You don't need the ring. You already have something that will make you remember your mom."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"Your scars; they're a memory that you caused your mother's death. You killed her. You shouldn't have–"
Edward's Point of View
I sat uncomfortably in the room with my mother, father, Chief of Police, Alice, Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie.
We all waited for Bella to wake.
The Chief tried to look strong, but it didn't help with my dad's comments.
"It's as if she's in a coma."
"Hmm… Odd, her reflexes aren't responding," he murmured, tapping that spot in her knee.
He look out a small flashlight, and lifted her eye lid, oddly, her eyes didn't dilate. He commented, "Maybe not a coma, maybe death."
The Chief stood abruptly and scooped Bella up. "That's enough."
"I apologize, Charlie. Please stay," my father protested.
After some coaxing, he set Bella back on the couch.
My father continued with the other eye, and as he flashed the light over her eye, she blinked, and gasped.
"Bella?" Her name fell from my lips before I could stop it.
"Edward?" My heart skipped a beat when my name was the first name she spoke. I looked away from her face, confused. I put my hand to my heart, bewildered.
"Edward?" She spoke again, searching with her eyes.
"I-I."
"I can't see. Dad? I can't see," she said, tears falling from her eyes. "I can't see…"