A/N: (insert high pitched scream here)

NEW! TRAILER! GAH!

Woo! The Fall Out Boy concert was so cool.

This chapter was harder to write than others because my information is limited (all of the other chapters were based on someone my friend knows who suffered from PTSD). I can't find out very much about what should happen now, only what will happen next.

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Xx EdwardLova xX (your quote has a point but she has completely forgot about his existence here, there would be no meaning to life if she remembered him but if she forgot then….)

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Thanks to Shining Eclipse for taking the time to go over whatever crap I spew out today lol

"But I believe the world is burning to the ground

Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out

Let's see how far we've come

Let's see how far we've come

Well I believe it all is coming to an end

Oh well, I guess we're gonna pretend

Let's see how far we've come

Let's see how far we've come"

"How Far We've Come" by Matchbox 20

Dec 21st

Charlie Swan

I spent most of the night on the phone with Carlisle. I had to know what was going on with Bella.

Forgetting something was okay, like leaving your jacket in the hall. But forgetting everything; that was another story all together.

Everything was… well not okay, but bearable, until she pulled the star out of the box. Before that, she never said his name, never talked about him, never asked about him. I tried not to push her, but there were many times when I wanted to ask her if she knew who Edward even was anymore.

When she pulled the star out of the box, she stared at it for almost an hour. To say I freaked out would be an understatement. I almost combusted. At first, she just stared at it, observing it in her hands. Then she looked as if she was about to cry. Lastly she started shaking violently. That was the hardest part to watch. Throughout the entire thing, she didn't make a sound. I almost called an ambulance when she finally pulled out of whatever fit she was having.

After that, she…

"Mom?"

Bella's 'dream' voice shot through me like a sword. She never talked about Renée in her sleep, ever. I walked carefully over to her door and cracked it open.

She was lying on her bed in her 'defensive' position, curled in a ball with her sheets wrapped tightly around her. When she stayed with me in the past, when she was suffering with him and Renée, she would always sleep like this. Edward and I were told by Carlisle that this was her subconscious trying to protect her as much as possible. When she started to get better a few weeks ago, she started to sleep splayed out on the bed, more relaxed.

I swallowed and averted my gaze to the rest of her room. It was still the same, everything neat and organized. Not a thing out of place, no clothes strewn on the floor, no pictures tacked onto her notice board. There was nothing to suggest that a teenager lived her. Even her personal items like her books and CD's were packed into boxes inside her closet.

I backed away from her room and closed the door. I had to talk to someone again.

I walked downstairs and slumped into the kitchen, turning on the light on my way. The kitchen brightened up and I cringed when I saw how much work we had to do to clean up the boxes. I almost groaned out loud when the clock told me it was four in the morning. Who would be up at four in the morning?

I was dialing the number before my brain even kicked in.

"Charlie? What's wrong?"

I chuckled nervously. Okay, maybe calling at four in the morning would cause him to be concerned…

"Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you, it's just that… I couldn't exactly get to sleep and you're the only person who I know is awake at this hour and, well-"

"You wanted someone to talk to?" Edward laughed quietly.

I smiled to myself. "Basically, yes."

I couldn't help but see myself in Edward. He reminded me so much of myself when I was younger. There was a part of me – a small part of me – that had some hatred for Edward. For what he did to my Bella. But his more redeeming points overshadowed that one mistake.

He was well suited to Bella and I knew that they would end up married sometime in the next ten years, preferably towards the end of that time frame, but still…

"Is she sleeping okay?" he asked.

I sighed. "She's back to the defensive position. I don't know what's wrong with her. And she called out for her mother in her sleep."

I heard Edward's sharp intake of breath. Hopefully he won't overreact… After a few tense seconds, he spoke.

"Carlisle says that he will call some specialists from LA and Chicago in the morning to see if they have any knowledge about the condition. At the moment he's confused over what has happened with Bella. Amnesia is not associated with PTSD."

I froze up. Amnesia? Wasn't that were you forgot everything?

"Hang on," I spluttered. "She remembers her name, she remembers me. She can't have amnesia."

"I know but that's the closest explanation to what she is suffering from now. She may not have full-blown memory loss but part of her brain might be suffering from it," he explained calmly. I could hear a voice in the background and shuffling.

"Who's that? Is it Charlie?"

I recognized the voice as Esme. I hadn't seen her in a while. The crackling noise from the other line alerted me to the fact that the phone was changing hands.

"Charlie?"

I grinned at the familiar, soothing voice. Esme was like a second mother to Bella when she was little.

"Hey, Esme."

"I only just heard what happened earlier. I'm so sorry."

I pushed some boxes out of a chair to the floor and sat. "Thanks, hopefully we'll be able to sort this out soon."

"Yes, hopefully. I just feel like there could be more we can do now. I mean, maybe this might help Bella."

I frowned. "Help her? How?"

"Well, since she can't remember anything about Edward, it might help them to build up their relationship more again so that when she does get her memory back, she might trust him more and be able to move on from her demons."

"Carlisle was also saying that her memory loss may also help minimize the trauma caused by her past."

I nodded, contemplating what she had just told me. A noise upstairs told me that Bella was up for the day. I glanced at the clock and was surprised when I noticed it was half past six.

"I have to go, Bella's up," I said hastily.

"Okay, goodbye Charlie."

"Bye."

I put the phone back and groaned when the mess of boxes greeted me again. I had been in the cluttered kitchen for over two hours and I completely forgot that there was an hour's work to do to clean all of this up.

Might as well begin now, I thought to myself.

Dec 21st

Bella Swan

Why did life have to throw me curve-balls? Just when I though things were okay, everything took a wrong turn.

I didn't know why I was here. Did Mom ship me off or something in the middle of the night? I was thirteen for crying out loud. Why couldn't she just 'talk' to me? Maybe something was getting to her again.

I sat eating my breakfast with Charlie after sleeping fitfully. I hated it here. I couldn't wait to get back home again.

Sighing, I decided it was now or never to find out when I could go back.

"So… Dad," I said uncertainly. "When do I get out of here?"

Charlie looked up from his food and stared at me.

"'Get out of here'?" he questioned my sanity with those words.

I rolled my eyes. "You know, leave Forks."

He chuckled and went back to his food. "Well Bells, I don't know if you can get a flight out today considering it's so close to Christmas and everything. Plus I don't think the Cullen's will appreciate your departure quite well."

I stood and moved my plate from the table to the counter. It was strange enough being in Forks in the first place without the faces of the Cullen's haunting my every waking moment.

I knew that I recognized them from somewhere but I couldn't place them. I thought I had been in Alice's class at school or something, but the other one, Edward, he was another story.

It was as if I knew him in a different life or something. There was something strangely familiar about him and when he came over last night, I felt a strange pull towards him, as if I had to be closer to him.

Shaking my head, I proceeded to wash my plate. It was stupid to think that, he was probably like eighteen or something. Why should I be so worried over someone who's 5 or 6 years older than I am?

The bracelet hung lightly around my wrist. This, I had definitely seen before. I think it was back when I was younger, at someone's house. It definitely wasn't Mom's house, or Grandma's house. It was a big house, expensive and lavishly decorated. One thing that stood out in the house was the piano…

Charlie appeared beside me and waited to wash his plate. We really needed to buy a dishwasher.

"I don't get why you want to leave, Bells. I thought you liked it here," Charlie shrugged as he spoke.

"It's because I don't belong here, I belong with Mom," I murmured.

Charlie almost dropped his plate. His face went white.

"Belong with your mother?" he mouthed.

I nodded. Why was he acting like this?

"But Bella, she's…" he shook his head and stared at me. "Isabella, she's not here anymore, don't you remember?"

I scowled. "Of course she's not here. She's in Phoenix."

Charlie actually did drop the plate this time. It clattered to the ground before breaking into ceramic shards, spraying us with the remains of the maple syrup left over from his pancakes.

His face went from white, to red, to a strange shade of purple, back to white and then to a sickening green.

"In Phoenix? You think she's in Phoenix?" He spoke in an almost accusing tone.

I nodded, wondering what the hell was going on.

Charlie began to shake his head, stumbling over to his chair and falling into it. He turned his head and looked at me.

"You don't remember, do you?"

I walked over to the chair beside him and stood behind it. "No." I said quietly.

He took a few deep breaths and looked at me again.

"Bella, your mother was murdered in July."

The only thing I was aware of was my legs giving way and the ceiling appearing above me.

Then, everything went black.

I wasn't exactly sure if I was awakening. My subconscious had been playing sickening games with me for what seemed like an eternity.

My mother's face appeared at one stage, followed by her bloodcurdling scream.

Edward's face replaced it, inching closer to my own, before pulling back and turning distant and unfeeling.

Another face appeared, one I had been trying to forget about for a while. It pulled into a sneer and a menacing laugh came from his mouth.

A gunshot echoed in my mind before reality rushed to greet me like the surface of water when you rise quickly.

"I'm feeling a strong sense of deja vu here," a familiar voice muttered darkly.

I cracked open one eye and looked at the speckled grey ceiling above me. Joy. I was in a hospital, again.

"Ah, Bella, you're awake," a soothing voice said from my right.

I twisted to see a strangely familiar man who I assumed was Edward's father. He was tall with blonde hair and electric blue eyes. If it wasn't for the fact that he was extraordinarily handsome I wouldn't have connected him with Edward.

He smiled at me. "Carlisle Cullen, at your service."

"For possibly the millionth time in her life," Charlie said.

I turned to look for him, only to be greeted by Edward sitting close to the bed, his face a few inches from mine. I automatically drew my head back and scooted to the other side of the bed, putting as space as possible between us. It wasn't that I didn't like having him that close, it's just that is was a bit embarrassing when I'm lying in a hospital bed.

"So… what happened to me this time?" I asked as cheerfully as possible.

I wanted to take that back as soon as I said it.

The room went uncomfortably tense. Everyone looked away from me and glanced at each other. Carlisle gave Charlie a quick look before busying himself with my charts. Edward looked at the wall in front of him before raising his head to look at Charlie. And Charlie just stared at me.

He shuffled in his place and lowered his eyes to the floor.

"Well, you kind of fainted and then hit your head off the ground after… after I told you…" He trailed off.

I frowned. "Told me what?"

Edward shifted in his seat and looked at Charlie before directing his gaze to me. I ripped my eyes unwillingly away from him, knowing that I should be paying attention to Charlie and not drooling over the Greek God beside me.

Letting out a deep breath, Charlie spoke. "I told you that Renée had been killed in July."

I stared at him. It wasn't until Carlisle rushed over to me and started to check the beeping monitor that I noticed my heart rate had stopped and rapidly started again.

"What do mean she died? I was with her the other day! Is this some sort of sick joke, Dad?!" I shrieked.

I had seen her a few days ago, before I turned up in Forks. She was alive, I knew she was. She just had to be.

"Bells, I'm not joking," Charlie said in a desperate tone. "You mother was murdered 5 months ago."

5 months ago? I had seen her the other day. Why wouldn't they believe me?

"Murdered by who?" I spat through my teeth.

Charlie's face went red and Edward's hands clenched in his lap, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

I waited impatiently for someone to speak. "By who!" I screamed. "Who killed her?"

"Phil," Charlie said angrily.

My strange flashbacks started to make some sense.

"He shot her," I whispered, recalling the memory of him pointing the gun to my mothers trembling frame; seeing his satisfied expression when he pulled the trigger…

"You remember?" Edward murmured from my side, now looking intensely at me. His hands gripped the rails that lined my bed.

I knew he was talking about another subject entirely. I shook my head; I didn't understand what he was saying.

My mind was confused; I was trying to fit in four years into the space between starting sixth grade and watching Mom being killed. I could clearly remember four birthdays had passed from my thirteenth birthday to that day… But I was thirteen, wasn't I? I distinctly remember being thirteen this morning…

"I'm confused," I thought out loud.

Carlisle moved closer to the bed and smiled kindly at me.

"Bella, could you tell me what year it is?"

I thought about which answer to give before settling on an explanation.

"Well after hearing that I know it must be 2008, but I'm thirteen, right? So then it's 2004."

Edward stared at me. "2004?" he asked. "Bella, you're not thirteen, you're seventeen."

I almost laughed in his face. Seventeen, he must be deluded.

Silently, he got up and took a large mirror from a table in the room and held it in front of me.

"I highly doubt you're thirteen," he said.

I looked at the woman before me. For a second I thought it was Mom, but she was apparently dead and had way more wrinkles than this person. She looked like me.

I raised a hand and the woman raised a hand. I closed an eye and the woman closed an eye. Tears ran down both of our cheeks

"What's wrong with me?" I sobbed.

A/N: I'm sorry I didn't update in 3 weeks but there is a reason other than school that has made it difficult to write. I won't bore you with the details but it may make me a bit late in updating in the future.

FOR THOSE WHO READ MY OTHER STORIES: the reason for the delay in this story is the reason for why I have, in simpler terms, abandoned them. I'm sorry but it is impossible to update them now. I'll be posting A/N's on them later today explaining the reason. I'll keep them on this site and I do plan to finish them in the future.