Next chapter! It's longer than the first so that's always good! I am so excited to write this. Just the inspiration I needed to get back to writing. Characters belong to Stephanie Meyer...idea belongs to Sophie Kinsella....bringing them together was all me! Enjoy.


Is it morning yet? Am I even awake? I feel like crap. I'm never drinking again. Ever. I feel so woozy.

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My head is killing me. Am I awake yet? I must be if my head is hurting this bad. I don't think I've ever had a hangover this bad. It's seriously killing me. Do I hear a voice? Nah....sleep time.

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How long have I been awake? What day is it? What time? For a moment I just lie still. My head is killing me. I'm aching and my throat is dry. My skin feels really weird too. Where was I last night? Is something wrong with my brain? Do I have brain cancer? It's all foggy up there!

It must be alcohol poison. That's it. How much did I drink? I'm trying to remember last night. All that I'm getting is pointless images. It's memories from the past but they are all just sliding by like an iPod on shuffle. Ugh.

I see sunflowers in the sky...my sister, Claire, as a new born. My dad buying me french fries at the diner. The sack race at school. Why that memory? I'm seven years old, it's track and field day at school and I'm winning. But I hate being the center of attention so I stop and wait for Jessica and some other friends. But, when they all get there, I somehow get tangled up. I trip and end up coming in last. I can still feel the humiliation and hear the laughter and taste...bananas?

Bananas. Wait! I remember something. Banana cocktails. We were at a club and we all had banana cocktails. Damn! What did they put in them?

I can't even open my eyes. They feel stuck. Like the time I bought some cheap fake eyelashes from the supermarket and ended up gluing my eye shut with one and it looked like I had a giant spider on my eye. Good job, Bella.

Slowly, I move a hand up to my neck and the rustle of sheets. But they don't feel like the one's I have at home. I'm also wearing some sort of t-shirt. And it smells like lemons in here. Where am I? I didn't score did I?

Was I unfaithful to Loser Mike? Am I wearing some hot guy's shirt that I borrowed after we had hot and passionate sex? And is that why I feel so sore and bruised?

I have never been unfaithful in my whole life. I must have stayed the night with Angela or Alice or something. I force my eyes open but I am shocked by what I see. I'm in a metal bed with buttons and...then it dawns on me. I'm in the damn hospital.

What exactly happened last night? I try and try to remember but it seems to keep slipping from me. I lay back and close my eyes and tell my brain to get to work. I focus on the one thing I do remember. Banana cocktails.

Destiny's Child! And then slowly other things pop up. Nacho cheese and sitting on bar stools that hurt your butt after a few minutes.

I was with the girls from work! We went to that sketchy night club. With it's neon signs and ceiling and I remember nursing my cocktail. Feeling horrible.

But why was I sad?

Bonuses. It came back to me. And the familiar bitterness towards it all came rushing in. And Loser Mike bailed on me. But still, why am I in the hospital?

This is weird. I guess I'll text Jessica and ask her what happened. I reached towards the nightstand and realize there is no phone there. There is no phone anywhere. Where was my stuff?

I was mugged! That had to be it! Some shady person must have knocked me out and someone called the ambulance...

What underwear was I wearing?

What if I was wearing my granny panties I wear when I forget to do laundry? Ugh.

I still don't know why I'm here but I feel like I need something to drink. Where were the nurses and doctors?

"Hello?" I call out weekly. There's no way in hell anyone heard me.

Then I saw the panel with the button and I push it, hoping it will call the nurse. Not a minute later a nurse with a pretty smile comes in.

"Hello, Bella! Feeling alright?"

"I'm thirsty and my head hurts. But okay I guess. Thanks."

"I'll get a painkiller for you. Here, drink this," she said as she handed me a plastic cup of water and helped me sit up so I could drink it.

"Thanks. So, I'm guessing I'm in a hospital."

Way to go Bella.

"You don't remember what happened?"

"Nope. I'm a bit foggy in the brain."

"That's because you hit your head. So, you don't remember anything about your accident?"

Accident....and then it came back. I was running for the cab and I fell. I must have hit my head pretty hard.

"Yeah...I think so....what time is it?"

"It's eight at night."

Wow. I've been out of it for a whole day.

"I'm Esme. You know, you've just recently been transfered to this room. But, we've had quite a few conversations already."

"Really? What about?"

"Well, you were kinda slurring but you kept asking if something was...well I can't remember exactly."

I probably asked her about my underwear knowing me.

"I don't remember."

"Well, is there something else I can bring to you?"

"Can I maybe have some juice. Apple juice maybe? And I don't know where my phone or bag is."

"Sure. I'll go check where they put your valuables. Be right back."

Even though I now knew what happened, I still didn't know what hospital I was in. Or where my family was. And something kept nagging me but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Oh fuck. I missed my dad's funeral. I am the worst daughter ever. How could I miss my own dad's funeral? I should have been there with my mom and Claire.

I feel like crying. I'm in the hospital on the day of my dad's funeral, my boyfriend stood me up last night, I didn't get the bonus at work...

Where are my friends and family? Aren't they worried about me? Obviously no one cares about me...

Esme walked back in and has a bag with 'Bella Swan' written on it.

She notices me crying and hands me a pain pill.

"Is the pain really bad?" she asks as I swallow the pill.

"It's not just that. It's my life. It's horrible."

"Of course it's not. Things might look bad -"

"Oh, it's bad."

"My career is at a standstill. The guy that is supposed to be my boyfriend stood me up last night. I haven't got any money and the sink at my apartment leaks brown water. Oh and my dad just died."

It's silent after that. Esme looks perplexed.

"It sounds tricky but I'm sure things will get better..."

"That's what Jessica says! And now I'm in the hospital...how is this better?"

"I..don't know...dear..." she says, helplessly looking around.

"Every time I think something is crap...it gets worse. Wouldn't it be nice if it was like a magic fairy tale and life just fell into place?"

"It's a nice thought," she responded.

Esme reaches out her hand for the cup and I pass it back to her. Then I notice my nails.

I have always been a biter. That is I have always bitten my nails. But these nails looked immaculate. Did the girls and I go for a manicure last night and I don't remember? These don't even look fake!

"Your purse is in here," Esme said as she put the bag with my name on it beside me.

"I'll go get you the juice you wanted. Be right back."

I reach in and pull out an expensive Gucci bag. Great, they got my bag mixed up with someone else's.

"Excuse me, but this bag isn't mine," I call out but the door has already been shut behind Esme.

I gaze at the bag, wondering who it belongs to. I drop it on the floor, lay back down and close my eyes.


Review? Please? I want to know what people think of this so far. Next chapter is going to get to the good part! Don't worry, Jake and Edward are both pretty important in this story and we will get to them soon. :D