Remember Me

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the Twilight series. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Author's Note: This chapter is told in Bella's point of view, but it also switches to the third person point of view when Bella is not involved. Hope you enjoy it! I'd also like to thank my wonderful beta Emiliana Keladry for once again helping me fix all my grammar mistakes!

Previously:

"Bella, wake up. Open your eyes."

I frowned. What was he talking about? My eyes were already opened, otherwise, how would I be able to see him?

"Honey, I need for you to open your eyes," he told me, his voice cracking with emotion.

Why was he crying? It hurt. I didn't like it. There was nothing I wanted to do more, than to soothe his anguish by planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. Why oh why couldn't I see him the way he wanted me to?

"Open your eyes," he yelled at me. Commanding me in a way I've never heard before.

And to my surprise, I did. And I was met face to face with a man I had never seen before in my life.

Chapter 3:

"W-who are you?" I demanded, as my eyes swept the room frantically. Where the heck was I? Why was there a heart monitor next to me? Was I … was I in the hospital?

I realized I was on a bed with different wires connected to my body. As I gazed around the room, the white walls and fading pink design screamed to me that I was a patient. I took in the disheveled appearance of the man in front of me, and I realized I had no idea who he was.

"Tell me. Who are you? Why am I here?"

The man was sitting on the chair next to the hospital bed I was laying on. His head was in his hands, and it seemed as if he was in pain. He looked up for a moment, and I caught a glance of his brilliant green orbs, gazing sorrowfully into mine, as if trying to wake me up from a dream I was having.

He looked truly tired, and as he spoke, it seemed he spoke with incredible difficulty.

"Bella," he said, softly. "Do you truly not know who I am?"

His voice was heart-breaking. But, who was I to care? I had no idea who he was. He could be a thief or an imposter for all I know. But on the other hand, he was incredibly good-looking, despite his tousled hair and messy clothes.

"Bella!" he cried out in anguish. "Please try to remember me. Please," he cried.

My look of confusion must have been too much for him because he began to rock back and forth on the chair, as heart-wrenching sobs emerged from his throat.

"It's all my fault," he was murmuring. "It's all my fault."

Just as I was about to reach out to give him some words of comfort, the door to my room burst open, and two frantic people came bursting into the room. Like the crying man, I had no idea who they were.

--

"Let me in!" Alice cried, trying to evade the hospital attendant who was guarding Bella's room.

"I'm sorry, Miss Cullen. Only one patient in at a time … I'm under strict orders from your father to make sure that that rule happens," he said, his voice wavering as the little pixie tried once again to fly past him and into the room.

"Alice, just wait. Edward will be out soon," Jasper said, as he enveloped her in a hug. His voice calmed her down just a bit, but she was still anxious to see her best friend.

"She's been in the hospital for the past three days, Jasper. What if … what if something happens to her? What if she … what if…" she trailed off; the tears started streaming down her face and onto the plain white t-shirt she had thrown on the day before.

"It will be okay. At least we know that we can see her anytime we want. It's a good thing your father works here in the hospital," Jasper said, trying to soothe his girlfriend.

"It's not fair that we can only see her one at a time!" Alice cried out, as Jasper led her away from Bella's door.

All of a sudden, they could hear deep, gasping sobs coming from inside of Bella's room. Alice's face immediately became grim, and she marched right up to the man.

"Look, I don't care who you are, but if you do not let me into see my best friend, I will go to my father's office and tell him to fire you!"

The man gulped, and he scurried away from the door, before Alice all but knocked it down.

"Bella!" Alice cried.

--

I raised an eyebrow at the cute, but odd couple. The woman was wearing a plain white V-neck shirt, and she had on a pair of plaid shorts. She was short – pixie-like – but her personality was vivacious, I could already tell. Her short black hair was quite a mess, as there were hairpins all over, but it looked good on her. The man who she had pulled into the room was tall and lanky, and he had soft blond hair that fell into his eyes every so often. He too was wearing a white shirt with a big stain as well as some basketball shorts. They both resembled the man that was currently rocking himself back and forth next to me; They had dark circles around their blood-shot eyes, and the two men had not shaved for their was stubble on their faces.

"Why are you all calling me 'Bella'? I have never heard of that name before." It was quite frustrating how all of them kept saying 'Bella' and 'Bella' every time they saw me." Maybe she is next door?" I told them, trying to be helpful.

The woman's eyes widened and she raised a hand to her mouth.

"Edward," she gasped, as tears began to leak out of her eyes. "W-what happened to her?"

I frowned. I was fine thank you very much!

"Can somebody please tell me what in the world is going on here? How is it possible that the three of you know who I am, but I have no idea who you all are? And why do you all smell so bad?" I asked them. It was true. They smelled as if they had not showered for days.

The man who was next to me had stopped crying once I had started to speak. He raised his head to look at me, and I was dazzled by the perfection of his wonderfully chiseled face. There was nothing I could find wrong about him. His eyes were deeply filled with anguish - anguish that I wished to comfort. His lips were cracked and as he swept his tongue over his lips to moisten them, I immediately wished he would kiss me. And then I blushed. Who am I to think these thoughts? He probably had a girlfriend, what with him being so handsome and all. I shook my head to rid myself of the trance that I had fallen into, and I waited for their response.

"It seems as if Bella has forgotten her memory," Edward said quietly, as he tore his eyes from mine to stare at the couple.

I what?!

--

"She's coming to!" cried a relieved voice.

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times as the room spun dizzily around me. W-where was I? When my plain brown eyes met the wonderfully concerned green ones, it came back to me.

"I lost my memory?" I asked them in disbelief.

The man – Jasper – nodded his head as he held his, I suppose, girlfriend close to him.

"Do you remember who we are, Bella?" he asked me.

I thought hard, trying to come up with a memory that involved one or all of them. But I drew a blank.

"No. Sorry," I said, my shoulders sagging in defeat.

The other man – the handsome one – groaned as he punched the wall. "This is all my fault!" he cried again. Seeing the blood on his hand, he began to swear.

I gasped, but Jasper quickly put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"What do you remember?" asked Edward, almost as if he was afraid of my answer.

I searched my mind for some sort of memory, but I drew a blank. That's odd. I was able to carry on a conversation, but I had no recollection of anything. I began to panic. Why couldn't I remember anything? What was wrong with me? My chest began to heave, and I felt like throwing up.

Edward got up from his chair and put his arms around me, trying to comfort me. He murmured into my ear words of comfort, and quite amazingly, I did begin to calm down. "It will be all right, Bella. Don't worry. I'm here and I always will be," he said softly.

My heart began to pound. Even though I did not know who he was, I couldn't help but feel a trickle of excitement that he seemed to care about me so much. But the girl he loved – loves – was not me. He did not love me. The words hit me hard, and I pulled out of his embrace.

"I don't remember anything," I quietly said to the three gorgeous people standing in front of me.

Edward's face was pained and I realized I must have hurt him when I pulled out of his arms. He closed his eyes briefly, before looking away and focusing on the wall opposite of him. Jasper placed a hand on his shoulder again, and Alice leaned against the wall, looking at me sorrowfully.

The door flung open again, and an equally handsome man walked into the room. His features resembled that of Edward's and a bit of Alice's, but he was older and his eyes seemed to hold wisdom as well as pain. He wore a white robe, with a stethoscope around his neck. On the front pocket of his robe, the name Dr. Carlisle Cullen jumped out at me.

"Doctor?" I asked him, not knowing what to do. My lack of memory seemed to be pushing Edward to his edge, as well as affecting the other two people in the room. And I had no control over it.

He smiled briefly at me, before acknowledging the other people in the room.

"Edward, Jasper, Alice," he began, "I'd like to speak with you outside, if you don't mind."

The three walked outside, and he gave me a tight smile, before following, closing the door behind him.

Who was I? Apparently I was named Bella, and I had the hottest boyfriend ever. Alice and Jasper were probably my friends. I wanted nothing more than to remember something of my past. Anything! Any horrible memories, any sad or funny memories … but nothing would come to me. I closed my eyes, and leaned back against my pillow.

What have I become?

--

"What's wrong with her, Carlisle?" Edward demanded the second the door had closed behind his father.

"I'm afraid it isn't good, Edward," he said, as he looked into his son's troubled eyes.

"What is it?" Alice pressed on, urging her father to speak.

"She is suffering from post-traumatic amnesia due to her head injury. A few of the nerves shut down, causing her to lose all recollection of the past. The car accident must have been so frightening that her brain just shut down and refuses to remember anything," he said sadly.

"Will she get better?" Jasper said, clutching Alice close to him. He knew how much Bella meant to her and to Edward.

"Time will only tell," he said softly. "There isn't anything else the hospital can do. If we put her on some sort of medication, it might affect her memory loss. She is able to be released to go home, however."

Edward's eyes lit up. "When can she leave?" he asked him.

"Now," he informed his son. "But, because she has no idea who the three of you are, you might want to explain to her the situation before taking her anywhere. I'm sure she is already traumatized enough," he said, smiling at the three 'children'.

"I'll leave you alone for the time being. If you need anything, remember to call me or Esme. She's concerned for Bella, as well," he said, mentioning his soft-spoken and kind-hearted wife. He turned away and walked back to his office, leaving the three adults to themselves.

Edward sank into a chair, clutching his hair as he muttered and groaned to himself.

Alice exchanged a look with Jasper, and each sat next to him.

"It's not your fault, Edward. Who were you to know that a car would hit Bella? She was just going to get her scarf…" Alice said.

"That stupid scarf!" roared Edward. "If only I hadn't given it to her, then we wouldn't be in this mess. If only I was the one who went to get it!"

Jasper gripped Edward's shoulder. "There are so many 'if only' statements that you can say. None of which is going to help Bella, Edward. She needs you."

"I can't believe I almost lost her," Edward said, his voice breaking. "I … if she died, I … I don't know what would happen. I can't lose her! I can't," he cried out, his voice shaking as a few tears rushed toward the corner of his eyes.

"We'll all be here for her. I called Emmett. He said he's going to bring Rosalie by tomorrow to make sure Bella's all right," Alice said softly, her heart going out to her brother.

A quiet, but beautiful voice broke into their thoughts.

"Edward?"

--

It had been at least half an hour since the four of them had gone outside. Curiosity got the better of me, and I slid off of my bed and opened the door softly. I saw Edward sitting on the chair, holding his head. He looked up as he said that he couldn't lose 'her', and my heart nearly broke. He looked so utterly sad and in despair, that I wanted nothing more than to comfort him with a hug, or maybe a kiss.

I walked over to them and decided to interrupt their talk.

"Edward?" I asked them, saying the first thing that came to my mind. I mentally hit my head. Why are you so dumb?

Edward's head immediately shot up, and his eyes met mine. I saw hope shining in them, as well as love, but when he saw my curious ones, the hope died out. All that was left was grief and guilt.

"You need to get back into bed," Alice said quietly, taking my arm into her firm grip.

She led me back into the room, and helped me into bed.

"I know that you don't remember anything, but … I want you to know that we will always be here for you. I'm Alice Cullen. I'm your best friend, and have been since I moved to Forks," she said, smiling at me.

I nodded my head. A friend. I had a friend!

"This is Jasper," she told me, beckoning towards him. "He's my boyfriend, and Edward's best friend. And Edward is … he's your boyfriend and you are the love of his life."

I blinked.

"I don't mean to come on strong, but we all care for you deeply, and want you to know that we love you."

Jasper nodded.

"Why are you two dressed so … funny?" I couldn't help but ask.

Alice looked down at what she was wearing and she shrieked. Her scream brought Edward running into the room, his eyes panicked as he looked around.

"What am I wearing?!" she cried out in horror, as she gazed at her plaid shorts. "It's horrible! And Jasper … your … your shirt is disgusting!"

Jasper smiled warmly at me. "Alice here loves fashion. This will probably be the only time you will see her wear something that is not up to par according to her. But of course, you are always beautiful to me," he told her, as he swept her into a hug and kissed the tip of her nose.

I stared at them, entranced by the love that seemed to flow between the two. Their relationship made me yearn for one, yet I was alone. I had nobody.

Edward seemed to notice my sadness for he walked over to me and sat down.

"I'm Edward," he said slowly, fumbling as to what to say.

"You are so incredibly handsome," I blurted out, before flushing a deep red.

He paused, and a small smile came to his face, "Why … thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

He then seemed to remember the situation he was in, and his face fell ever so slightly.

Oh boy. What was I getting myself into?

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