Another update? I know right....but I'm seriously in love with this....This is for my one reviewer of chapter 2. Thanks. But seriously...more reviews please??


I wake up to find the light coming in underneath the closed curtains. A glass of apple juice is sitting on the nightstand and I see Esme doing something in the corner of the room. I feel a bit more normal now.

"Hi, Esme...what time is it?" I ask, my voice feeling scratchy.

She turns around and raises an eyebrow.

"You remember me?"

"Of course...we met last night and we talked..."

"Good. You've come out of post traumatic amnesia. Don't look so scared! It's normal after a head injury like yours."

I put my hand up and feel the bandages on my head. I must have really hurt myself.

"You're doing good. I'll go get you fresh apple juice."

There's a knock at the door and a tall, slim, woman in her late 40s walks in. She has tired blue eyes and graying hair in layers. She's wearing some crazy outfit and holding a paper bag.

I am ninety-nine percent certain it's my mom.

"The heating in this place," she exclaims in her familiar voice.

Yup. She's definitely my mom.

"I feel faint...and I've had a super long journey."

She then looks at Esme and asks, "Is she okay?"

Esme smiles at my mom, "She's much better today. She actually remembered me and seems to be less confused."

"Thank goodness! I felt like I was talking to a lunatic yesterday."

"Bella isn't a lunatic...and she can hear everything you are saying," Esme informed my mother.

Truth was, I was barely listening. I was staring at my mother. She looked different. Older and thinner. She seems as if she's aged overnight. I'll have to buy her something for that.

"Here you are, darling. It's me your MOTHER," she says in an overly loud voice.

She hands me the bag with a bottle of shampoo before kissing my cheek lightly. She smells of her dogs and her favorite tea. I went to hug her but she had already turned away and was staring at her small, silver watch on her wrist.

"I can't stay too long. I have to take Callie to a specialist."

"Callie?"

"From Dana's latest litter. You remember little Callie don't you?"

I really don't know how she expects me to keep her dog's names in order. She's got like twenty of them and they are all English Setters. We never had animals in our house until one random summer when I was seventeen. We were on vacation and my mom just decided she wanted one. Since then...well it's been sort of her obsession.

Don't get me wrong. I like dogs. Sorta. I don't like when you walk through the door and six dogs are jumping on you. Or when you try to sit down but there's a dog there. And when the biggest presents under the Christmas tree are for the dogs. Insanity, really.

"I've got a card from you. It's from Caleb and Cindy."

"Who?"

"Caleb and Cindy, my neighbors," she says, looking at me reproachfully.

Her neighbors were not Caleb and Cindy. They were sweet old Thom and Maggie.

"Mom-"

"They send their love. Oh and Caleb wants your advice on skiing."

Skiing? I don't know how to ski. I would never try. I'm way too clumsy.

"Mom...I don't know what you are talking about," I say as I put my hand on my head but wince at the pain.

"Here you go," Esme says as she walks back in the room and hands me an apple juice. "Dr. Cullen will be here in just a few minutes."

"I must go, sweetheart. My car is parked and I had to pay ten dollars!"

That didn't sound right. Usually it's around seven dollars.

My mom's going mad. Maybe she has dementia! And she's only forty-five! I have to talk to one of the doctors here about her.

"I'll be back later with Claire and Edward."

Edward? She sure calls her dogs the craziest names.

"Okay Mom. Can't wait," I say to humor her.

I start thinking about my mom going crazy and what I would do with the dogs when I hear a knock at the door.

A youngish man comes in with blond hair. He has three other medical staff with him.

"Hello there, Bella. I'm Dr. Cullen. This is Kate, a specialist nurse, and these are Victoria and James, trainee doctors. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. My left hand feels a little weird. Like I have been sleeping on it or something."

As I lift my hand to show him I admire my nails again. I must ask Jessica where we got them done.

"We will take a look at that. It may need therapy. Now I'm going to ask you some questions. I'm sorry if some of them seem super obvious. Can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Bella Swan."

"And when were you born?"

"Nineteen seventy-nine."

"Good. Very good. Now, Bella, when you crashed your car you hit your head. There was some swelling to your brain but it looks like you were lucky. I still need to do some checks. Would you follow the top of this pen please?"

"Excuse me, but I didn't get in a car crash. You've got me confused with someone else."

Dr. Cullen looks back at his notes and murmurs to the others in the room.

"It says the patient was involved in a traffic accident."

"They must have written it wrong. I was clubbing with my friends and I fell down stairs and hit my head. I remember it perfectly."

Dr. Cullen and Esme exchange confused glances.

"It was definitely a car accident. Two vehicles. I was working Emergency when they brought her in. The other driver had a minor arm fracture," Esme told Dr. Cullen.

"I couldn't have been in a car accident. I don't have a car. I don't even have a license."

"You haven't got a...Mercedes convertible?" Dr. Cullen asks while looking at his paperwork.

"A Mercedes? You've got to be kidding me."

"But it says right here."

"Tell me how a twenty-five year old sales associate can afford that?"

Dr. Cullen opens his mouth to answer but Victoria taps his shoulder. She scribbles something on my chart and shows it to Dr. Cullen. He looks like he is in shock and they just keep staring at me and then at the chart.

Dr. Cullen comes closer to me and has a grave look in his eyes. I've seen plenty of hospital shows. I know what that means.

"Is something really wrong with me? Just tell me, okay?"

"Bella...I have to ask you another question. Can you tell me what year it is?"

"What year it is?"

"Don't be alarmed. Just tell me what year you think it is. It's one of our standard checks."

"It's 2004."

There is a weird silence. They look to each other and seemed to be a bit shocked.

"Okay...Bella. Today is May 6th...2007."

They looked so serious but it must be a joke.

"Haha...very funny. Did Jessica put you up to this? Or Alice?"

"I don't know who you are talking about. I'm not joking."

"He's serious Bella," James chimes in.

I'm instantly confused. Yesterday was 2004. I can't have just jumped three years. There's no way.

"It can't be 2007. It's 2004...I'm not stupid."

"Don't get upset...let's take this slowly. Tell us what you last remember," Dr. Cullen says calmly.

"Last thing I remember is I went out with some friends last night. Friday night. I was trying to get a taxi and I slipped and fell on some steps. And I woke up in the hospital. That was February 20, 2004. I know it was that date because my dad's funeral was the next day. I missed it because of the hospital. I suck!"

"Bella...all that happened more than three years ago. You are remembering the wrong accident," Esme told me with concern in her eyes.

She seemed so sure. They all do. It has to be 2004. I'm now panicking. It feels like 2004. What is wrong with me?

"Do you remember anything else? Working back from that night?" Dr. Cullen asked me.

"I don't know. Work. My flat..."

"Is your brain a bit foggy?"

"A bit."

Victoria had left the room a while ago and now she is back. She has a copy of People Magazine and she looks at Dr. Cullen.

"Should I?"

He nodded his head and she handed the magazine to me.

"Look Bella. This is this week's edition."

I see the year and the date and I'm in shock.

"God he's aged!"

Just like my mom. Fear plunges through me but I just ignore it.

I keep turning the pages. Everyone is just watching me. And that's when I saw a ad for a bookstore.

"Half price on all fantasy books including 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince'."

Now I'm freaking. I've read all of the Harry Potter books. All five of them. I don't remember any half-blood princes.

"What's this?" I asked as I pointed out the ad. "What's Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince?" I asked again.

"Oh. That's the latest J.K. Rowling book. It came out forever ago," James answered.

"There's a sixth book?"

"The seventh is coming out soon...you won't believe what happens at the end of the six-" Victoria tells her before Kate hushes her.

"Don't tell her the ending!"

They kept arguing and I just stared at the magazine. Nothing made sense. It wasn't my mom who was confused. No. It was me.

"So have I been in a coma for three years or what?"

"No...no Bella, that's not it. You were only admitted her five days ago," Dr. Cullen told me.

I am officially confused. I came in the hospital in 2004 five days ago and it's all of the sudden 2007? That makes no sense.

"I don't understand. Have I gone crazy?"

"No. Bella I think you are suffering from something called retrograde amnesia. It sometimes happens right after head injuries but yours seems quite lengthy."

"Bella, we're not trying to make you scared or anything. But, you've lost your memory and are confused," Kate started telling me.

"It's natural to panic. Or think we're playing some kind of trick. But we're not. You've forgotten a chunk of your life. You've simply forgotten," Dr. Cullen told me calmly.

I didn't know what to do. I lifted my hand to my head when I noticed a small scar on my arm. A scar I didn't remember having. A new scar. Well, not new. But, new to me. It had to be months old.

"Bella, are you okay?" Dr. Cullen asks me but I'm too focused on the scar.

And my nails. They aren't fake. They are my real nails.

"You're saying...I lost three years of my memory?"

"We're not sure...but that's what it looks like."

It's 2007. That means I'm 28. God...I'm old!


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