Waking up after bashing your face into the floor is not a pleasant experience. Opening my eyes, I wince at the bright fluorescent light above me and let out a groan. Hearing a rustling sound to my left I look over and see the same woman that was in the bathroom this morning.

"Where am I." I ask her, feeling like a broken record. She looks up at me with an exasperated expression, wrinkles lining her forehead in concern and slight confusion.

"What's the last thing you remember Bella?" She asks as she makes her way to my bedside, grasping my hand.

"I remember waking up on the bathroom floor, and bashing my face into the floor," I tell her as I move my hand out of hers and go to sit up. "But that still doesn't tell me where I am, or who you are for that matter or how you know my name."

"What do you mean? I'm your mother Bella. Are you saying that you don't know who I am?" She looks shocked and raises a hand to her chest in surprise.

I stare at her for a moment, mind racing as I try to recollect what happened for me to end up in this situation, "I know that I am Isabella, but other than that I don't know."

Tears gather in her eyes as she looks at me in horror, "Hold on and I'll get the doctor." She rushes from the room, leaving me by myself with my thoughts.

This can't be happening to me, there's no way I've woke up in some random chicks body, I should be waking up in my dorm room-

I gasp with the sudden influx of memories, getting ready with Marissa for senior night, wearing those stupid death traps of shoes. Being chased down an alley and getting hit over the head with something.

"Oh god," I whisper to myself covering my mouth with my hands, "Did I, did I die?"

I can hear the heart monitor beeping rapidly as I try process this information, I glance around the hospital room, taking in the sterile white walls and the faint scent of antiseptic hanging in the air, my panic rising as I try to figure out who's poor body I've taken over.

Memories start to flash behind my eyes, my experiences mixing in to faint, blurry memories of a small child with long brown hair, fishing with an adult male, memories of sitting at a piano with a strict gray haired lady reprimanding me for daydreaming.

My eyes flash towards the foot of the bed where a medical chart hangs, with trembling hands I snatch it from the bed and start to flip through the pages, eyes growing wide with what I see.

Isabella M. Swan. 14. Female.

22301 Cataro Drive, Santa Clarita CA, 91350

(661)268-0876

09/11/1987

I stare at the chart with disbelief, heart pounding and palms sweating when the woman from earlier bursts in with doctors following her, "Bella! What's wrong sweetie? Bella? Honey?"

The overwhelming emotions coursing through my body make my hands start to tremble and I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Panic clear on my face. The doctor yells for a nurse as I start hyperventilating, suddenly I feel a pain in my arm as everything goes black.

Great, I thought as my vision goes dark, I've taken over the body of THE Isabella Swan, certified danger magnet and future vampire.

Here's the second part. I know it's kinda short but it is almost 2am and I am exhausted.

A lot of work went into this one, I've never actually had to write up a medical chart so I wrote and rewrote and rewrote it but it's simple but still to the point I'd say

Hope you enjoy!