A/N: So I have had major writers block on all my others stories. So I had some inspiration for this one and I'm hoping that writing it and getting it out there will give me what I need to cont. the others. Sorry to those who read them.

So let me know what you think of this one.. and if I should cont. with it! I love you feedback.. ALL mistakes are mine lol... and the other chapters will be longer.. this is just a starter.. ENJOY! :)

I own nothing to do with Twilight..

I walked around the silent house staring at the pictures on display for the hundredth time. I felt liked I had memorized these photos that should be memories but nothing ever came back to me. I couldn't remember anything. Not since the accident.

Six years ago, or so I was told, I was in a bad car accident. I was with the man I was suppose to be the love of my life and the truck rolled. According to my parents, he recovered and stayed by side for a year. When the doctors said it was unlikely I would ever wake up he went into a deep depression. Blaming himself and ran.

My mother had said he now lives in Hawaii with his brother. They had yet to tell him that I finally woke up because they wanted to give me time to regain my memories, but that was beginning to feel like it would never happen. I needed to take my life into my own hands. My parents had been wonderful over the last six months. Helping me and being patient. But it was wearing on them. I was 27 years old and I was living at home because I had no other choice. At least I didn't think I did until my latest therapy session.

"Bella, I think its time you took control of your life. You have to come to terms with the fact you may never remember everything."

"But I want to remember everything. Isn't there something else I can do? Anything? I mean I had this whole life. Even though I don't know anything about it, I can see it in the pictures. How happy I was. The friends I had. The love," I stopped at that thinking of the picture that sat on my desk in my room of Edward and I. I would give anything to remember at least him. I couldn't understand how I could love someone so much and not be able to remember them.

"Have you talked to him?" She knew I hadn't. I took my parents advice on not contacting him until later hoping I would remember him. I glanced at my therapist giving her 'you know I haven't' look. "I think you should-"

"I can't! What am I suppose to say? Oh, um, hey Edward, remember me, Bella? Well I don't remember you but I was hoping you could help with that after SIX years!"

"Well I wouldn't expect it to go that way, but sometimes things you didn't think would help you remember actually help."

I walked to the kitchen table and placed my hand on the letter I had written to my parents. I knew if I told them what I was doing they would talk me out of it and I honestly think I owed Edward more then a phone call.

So I picked up my suitcase and with one last look at the house I had only known for a year. I shut the door and made my way to the cab that had just pulled up.