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Forget Me Not

The Cullens have left Forks, leaving Bella broken hearted and alone until a near-fatal car accident temporarily erases her memories. What happens when the one person she finds comfort with happens to be the brother of the man she can't remember? Will she regain her memories of Edward or will she find a new love with Jasper?

This story starts around the beginning of New Moon. Rated NR-17. B/E and B/J. DISCLAIMER: All characters are the sole property of Stephanie Meyers but the story is my own.

1. A Tragic Anniversary

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I sat in silence on the edge of my bed, the alarm clock still buzzing obnoxiously through a milky cloud of dream in the distance of my consciousness.

"Bella, are you up yet?" Charlie's voice drifted up the stairs with his usual impatience.

"I'll be down in a minute," I shouted back hoarsely, more than slightly irritated. We both knew I had been awake for hours, but Charlie chose to pretend that things were normal... Well, as close to normal as he and I could ever be.

I stared blankly at the rain drizzling down the window pane. It was another typical morning for Forks and yet today, the weather seemed appropriate. Charlie had put off his trip to La Push so he could take me to get the brakes changed on my truck. Insisting that it could wait another week proved to be a wasted effort - He wouldn't budge. I found it to be ironic that my brakes should suddenly be in dire need of repair on this particular Saturday. It was no secret that today marked the two-month anniversary of Edward Cullen walking out of my life. He kept to his word when he said it would be as if he never existed. All of the pictures were gone, along with the CDs and anything else that had even the smallest connection to him. Everything except one thing: The gaping hole in my chest that held the shattered remains or my heart would forever remind me that Edward Cullen DID exist and that he no longer loved or wanted me. That was something even he couldn't erase.

"Bells, let's go!"

I quickly threw on a pair of faded jeans and an old sweatshirt before limping sluggishly to the bathroom to agonize through my daily routine. The mirror above the sink caught my attention and, for a moment, I didn't recognize the person staring back at me. The lack of sleep had left purple bruising around my eyes and my hair, refusing to cooperate with the mood of the morning, struck out wildly as if trying to escape their roots. Quickly, I threw a toothpaste-washing across my teeth while simultaneously trying to tame my hair with warm water and a hairbrush. Giving up, mostly because of the time crunch, I spit the soiled lather into the sink, wrestled my hair into a messy bun, and called it done. I lingered for a moment before running full-gait down the stairs, nearly landing face first on the linoleum kitchen floor. Charlie was already at the door, shaking his head as he rattled his keys impatiently.

"It shouldn't take long for a brake job; I thought we'd grab lunch at the diner while we wait."

"Sounds great," I huffed as I grabbed my coat and followed Charlie out into the pouring rain.

The ride to the auto shop didn't take long but it allowed just enough time for the guilt of my rude behavior to sink in, making my forehead sweat. Anxiously, I stopped at a red light, annoyed with having to wait for the non-existent traffic to cross my path. The rain sloshed across my windshield defiantly as the wipers groaned and skipped over the wet glass, leaving streaks of mucky water to dribble down and eventually disappear under the hood. When the light finally turned green, I was forced to remain at a stand-still while an old couple, hunched over on their canes, sluggishly passed the held-up line of traffic. Once they were at a safe distance from my truck, I hit the gas and eventually closed in on Charlie's cruiser, which was already pulling into a dirt-filled parking lot. He directed me to a rusty engine bay at the far end of what looked like an old warehouse with a hand-painted sign that read ‘Fix ‘Em Fast'. Although my truck wasn't anything spectacular in comparison to the other vehicles in town, I couldn't help but feel that this shop was below even my standards for quality repair.

I turned the engine off, handed my keys to Charlie, and made a mad dash for the cruiser. The rain had formed muddy potholes in the make shift parking lot and I, naturally, stumbled into every one of them. I climbed into the passenger seat and miserably pushed the damp strands of hair off of my face while Charlie stood in the down pour waiting for the mechanic. Glancing at him, rain dripping melodically from the soaked brim of his hat, the guilt gnawed its way deeper into my stomach. I hated the way that most of my anger seemed to target Charlie lately, especially with everything he has done for me. Maybe somewhere deep down in my subconscious - and I mean way deep down - I wanted him to comfort me through the agony of my broken heart. An image of him hugging and reassuring me that things would get better sent an awkward chill down my spine. Not in this lifetime. I shook the thought out of my head and sighed. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. Wrong again! I could fool myself almost as unconvincingly as I tried to fool everyone else. I knew exactly what I wanted: Edward back in my arms, still loving me and reminding me on a daily basis that I was the reason for his existence. I wanted to go back to those happier times before the tragedy that was my eighteenth birthday. If only I had put my foot down with Alice and refused to allow her to throw a party, none of this would have happened. I couldn't blame her. Alice had only good intentions and it certainly wasn't by any fault of hers that I got a paper cut. No, that was all me, another example of my never-ending clumsy nature.

Snapping me out of my memory, the opening of the car door shook me in my seat. "Okay your truck will be ready in about an hour," Charlie distracted me from my stroll down nightmare lane and I had to admit, I was grateful to him for it. Moments after he slid his slick nylon jacket into the smooth driver's seat, the cruiser purred to life and we were on our way to the diner. I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes. With nothing more to distract my mind, my thoughts once again drifted back to the party from hell. Images of Jasper lunging for me when the first drop of blood fell from my finger would forever haunt me. His eyes were black and void of any trace of the person I had known. I tried repositioning myself, hoping it would be enough of a self-distraction to clear my thoughts but that too failed miserably. The scar on my arm ached beneath my fingers as I painfully relived the memory of Edward knocking me over the table in a gallant but disastrous effort to protect me from Jasper's blood-thirsty rage. The scene replayed like a broken record in my mind: Me falling onto the shards of broken crystal, the Cullens staring at me in a hungry frenzy as my blood poured onto the hardwood floor, and Jasper.... poor Jasper, forced out of the house like a wild animal. I felt a tear escape down my cheek and quickly wiped it away before Charlie had a chance to notice.

A loud screeching of tires pulled my attention out of my window where I saw a black Neon sliding out of control, heading straight for us. At that moment, the whole world seemed to move in slow motion. Charlie grabbed the sleeve of my coat, screaming my name as he tried desperately to pull me away from the door. The Neon was close enough to see the terrified face of the driver as it slammed into the side of the cruiser. With excruciating accuracy, the metal door folded around the right side of my body, pinning me in place while the impact jolted my head through the window. Everything went hazy and I suddenly felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, everything fading to black. My consciousness lingered long enough to hear the screams from the on-lookers and the gurgled sound of police sirens before everything was finally silent.