A/N: So, the response from the last chapter is truly amazing. I was so surprised by all the reviews, even with all the technical difficulties that fan fiction has been having. You guys are so wonderful and supportive. I would have never believed the response for this story when I first started it.

Anyway, as you may remember, Edward had just finished yelling at his father when a semi truck hit his parents' car head on, killing his father and mother and leaving Edward and Alice unconscious.

And now… on with it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own TWILIGHT or its characters… I'm just bending them to suit my needs.

EPOV

I could hear that annoying beeping noise that pretty much signified I was in a hospital. I opened my eyes and confirmed my conclusion. The white walls and machinery were the decorations to my room. I could not see anyone else in this room.

I tried to remember how I got here, but I came up blank. I started to wonder where I was. I remembered that my family and I were moving across the country, but the last thing I remember is leaving Bella crying in my old driveway back in Forks. I looked around the room for my parents and sister.

Suddenly, the door opened and Uncle Carlisle and Aunt Esme walked in. I could see the tears that had already been shed by my aunt, and I knew that something happened and I wasn't going to like the news. I looked over to my aunt and watched as she sank into a chair beside my bed. She reached out to grab my hand as Carlisle started to speak.

"Edward. How are you?" I watched his guarded expression, but could feel his emotions practically rolling off his skin.

"I guess I'm okay Uncle Carlisle. I don't know why I'm here, but I guess I'm fine."

"What do you mean, you don't know why you're here?" He asked me gently.

"The last thing I remember is leaving Forks and leaving my friends behind. What happened?" Esme had tears starting to fall down her cheeks.

"Well, Edward… I don't know how to tell you this. You were leaving a hotel yesterday morning and a truck driver fell asleep at the wheel and hit your parents' car head on. You and your sister were sitting in the backseat. Alice is in the next room. She woke up a couple hours ago. She had a serious bump on her head and she said that her head feels a little funny, but she should be fine without any complications."

Esme still had tears rolling down her cheeks. "Well that's good. I'm glad Alice is going to be fine. But judging by Esme's tears, some things aren't fine. What HAPPENED?" I was getting upset because I could tell they were holding something back.

"Edward, I'm sorry, but your parents…" his voice broke and the tears he had been holding back began to fall.

"My parents are dead? Please tell me this is a sick joke and that you are lying to me right now. PLEASE?!" I looked over at my aunt and uncle and that is when I noticed they were both sobbing. I felt my tears begin to fall down my cheeks.

"Edward?" I looked over and saw my sister in a wheelchair coming through the door frame being pushed by an orderly. She wheeled herself to my bed and reached out so we could hug each other.

"Alice… I don't remember. I don't remember anything." I was frantic. I now was without parents, and I didn't have the last few memories of two of the most important people in my life.

"Shhhh Edward… It's okay… we're going to be okay. As long as you and I have each other, we will be okay."

Alice and I held each other for the rest of the day. Eventually, the orderlies moved in Alice's things so she and I could share a room. We held each other's hands a we fell asleep that night. Occasionally I could hear Carlisle talking to our doctors in the hall, and Esme would try to sneak in to check on the two of us.

The next morning…

"Edward, Alice…" my uncle said. "we thought you should know that your parents had named your aunt and I your legal guardians in the event of their deaths. I know you don't want to think about these things right now, but we'll be heading back to Port Angeles tomorrow so we can set up the funeral. They will be buried in a cemetery there. We'll get into specifics about other things after the chaos of the funeral is over."

I looked at him as if he had worms coming out of his ears. I was going back to Washington, but I would be living with my aunt and uncle, not my parents. There were only two people that I wanted to live with, and they weren't in this hospital room right now. They were dead. I looked over at Alice and noticed she had a sad smile on her face and tears running down her cheeks. How we still found tears to cry after all this I do not know.

That day was spent going over details as to who we wanted to speak at the service, where we wanted them buried, etc. No one wanted to speak about what would happen after the funeral, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Where would we live. Carlisle and Esme's two-bedroom apartment was too small for all of us.

The phone rang sometime in the late afternoon, just after Alice and I had finished eating our "dinner". The food could hardly be considered edible.

"Hello," I heard my sister answer.

"BELLA! Oh my god! It is soo good to hear your voice." My attention was immediately drawn to the phone. It seemed like forever had gone by since I last spoke to my angel. Even a small case of amnesia couldn't make me forget my love for Bella.

I waited as patiently as possible for Alice to wrap up her conversation with Bella. Finally after a few more minutes of what I'm sure consisted of Bella apologizing over and over, Alice turned the phone over to me.

"Bella?" I had to hear her voice. If I could just hear her voice, I know I would be okay.

"Yes Edward. It's me. How are you feeling?"

"I've been better and my head feels like it got run over by a mack truck." I tried to be somewhat humerous despite the situation. "I don't really remember anything about the accident, so please, don't ask."

"Edward, for what it's worth... I'm really sorry." I could tell she was trying to hold back her tears and sobs. She was trying to be strong for me, and it only made me love her more.

"Bella. It's not like it's your fault, so you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm actually getting tired of hearing people apologize for the situation. Unless it's your fault, you shouldn't apologize."

"Edward?" my angel asked.

"Yes, love?" I wished I could be holding her in my arms. Maybe after we moved back to Washington, I could convince my aunt and uncle to spend weekends in Forks.

"I really miss you Edward. I want to be wrapped up in your arms. I miss feeling safe with you to protect me."

It was times and statements like these that made me think that Bella and I were made for each other and each other only. Like we were two puzzle pieces meant to fit together; two soul mates...

A/N: I'm stopping here because I'm starting to get a little bit of writers' block. I should update sometime during the weekend, if not before. Please forgive me for the short chapter. And I hope you will enjoy the funeral and rest of summer chapter I have planned.

Much love!

Laibballfan