BPOV

It was a weird sensation. I was aware but not aware. I was awake but asleep. I was in complete darkness. I couldn't explain the situation and I knew that I was dead. But I also knew everything else too. I remembered getting married to Edward. I remembered locking myself in a tree house after a fight with my dad. I remembered Bigfoot hunting with Emmett. I remembered everything. I remembered.

I wanted to tell Edward that I remembered. I wanted to hug him and kiss him and hold him and never let him go but that was no longer an option. I wished that I could just go back and get two more minutes with him. That's all I wanted was two more minutes but instead I was left in this weird sensation. I was left awake and asleep and aware and not aware.

I drifted in this weird sensation for a long time. But even that was weird. I knew that time was passing. I knew that a lot of time was passing but I didn't feel it passing. It felt like time was moving fast and slow and not at all at the same time. I couldn't explain it. I just wanted out of it.

After a while of drifting in this weird state things changed. I could feel time settling. It was starting to pass painfully slow. My body was getting heavier and I was becoming fully aware. The world was becoming solid again and I could feel myself waking up. I had no idea what was going on. Then everything stopped changing.

I felt everything. I felt every part of my body. I felt pain. I heard beeping and muffled voices. I felt something soft beneath one of my hands and something rough in the other hand. I felt alive.

With every ounce of strength I had, I forced my eyes open. I was staring at a ceiling like the one in the school but I knew I wasn't in the school. I turned my head and saw a window. It was night. I could see the full moon. I turned my head in the other direction and saw Edward. He was sleeping peacefully. He looked exhausted. His hair was messier than usual and there were dark bags under his eyes. I didn't want to wake him but I was confused. Then I saw the red button attached to the railing of the bed I was on. I tried to slip my hand out of Edward's but that little movement woke him up.

"Bella" His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw me, "I can't believe it." He pressed the button that I was going to try to reach for, "I love you so much." He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

"What-"I was about to ask what was going on but a doctor walked into the room and quickly escorted Edward out.

He came back and looked me over. It didn't take long but by the time he was done I was exhausted and could barely keep my eyes open. As soon as the doctor left Edward came back in.

"What-"I tried getting answers again but this time Edward cut me off.

"Sleep, you look tired. I will answer all your questions in the morning."

I reached for his hand which he gladly gave me and we both drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up again, I was alone. I was confused but then I saw Edward through the small window in the door. It looked like he was talking to someone I just couldn't tell who. Then he turned his head and a huge smile filled his face. He said something else to the person he was talking to and then entered the room.

"How are you feeling?" He asked as he walked closer.

"Pretty good" I gently grabbed his hand, "What happened?"

"What do you remember?" He sat down.

"Everything" I squeezed his hand, "Lockdown, barricading the kids, James" I smiled, "You"

He gave me a kiss on my forehead, "After you were shot, they rushed you here. They had to remove part of your lung. They didn't think you would make it. You were on a ventilator for a while but you eventually proved all the doctors wrong and started breathing on your own."

"How long have I been here?"

"You've been in a coma for 13 days."

"The kids"

"One was grazed by a bullet but he only needed stitches. A girl got hit in the arm. That arm is going to be in a sling for a while but no serious injuries. After you barricaded them behind the bookshelves, they took some books and stacked them up in front of them and that helped stop the bullets."

"James"

"He's down the hall. He took a bullet to the head. It didn't kill him but he has permanent brain damage. He's never going to walk again and it will be a miracle if he can even ever feed himself. As soon as he is well enough, he's going to stand trial."

"How many people did he hurt?"

"13 are dead and 31 were injured"

I felt a tear slip down my cheek, "Why couldn't he just come after me? Why did he have to attack the school?" The machine next to me started to beep more franticly as I got upset.

"Bella, you have to calm down. He is insane. There is no logic to what he does. You could not have stopped it."

"If I had just killed him that night."

A nurse came into the room and injected something in my IV. Almost instantly, I was calmer and within seconds, I drifted to sleep.

When I woke up the room was empty and the TV was on. It was muted though. I found the remote and turned the volume on.

In other news, we have more information on the tragic shooting a couple weeks ago. Earlier today, we received word from the state police that the shooter is in stable condition and will be moved to a prison infirmary tomorrow. We also heard from Edward Cullen. He is married to Isabella Cullen, the teacher who is being called a hero by many. He told us that she has woken up and is expected to be okay. He told us that doctors have upgraded her from critical to serious. The shooter and Mrs. Cullen are the only two people still in the hospital following the tragic shooting. On a lighter note…

"Hey" I hadn't heard anybody come into the room.

I turned my head and saw Emmett, "Hi"

He came over, sat down, and gently grabbed my hand, "You scared us. We thought we were going to lose you again. I'm glad you're okay though."

I smiled, "Where's Edward?"

"Esme ordered him to go home. He needs to shower, eat, sleep and spend some time with the kids."

"That will be good for him. He looked exhausted last time I saw him. How has he been doing? This has to be hard on him."

"It has been hard. All of it has. When he thought he lost you, he was ruined. He stopped eating and sleeping. Then you came back and he…" Emmett took a deep breath and paused, "He smiled for the first time in a year when we had dinner that day. He started sleeping and we thought things were okay again. Then we learned that you had lost you memory and we were concerned he was going to give up again but he hung on." He looked out the window, "These past couple weeks have been hard. We have slowly been watching the life drain out of him again." He looked down at me and smiled, "Then you woke up. I… we want to think that everything will be okay. You have your memory back and your alive but, I'm scared believe that because every time I do, it all falls apart." I saw a single tear slip down his face.

I squeezed his hand, "I'm not going anywhere." I looked at him and smiled, "I promise"