What if everything you thought you knew about life was a lie. Now Jacob must do everything he can to Get Bella Dwyer to remember Bella Swan. "" />
This is a J/B story... so what Team Edward read it anyways.
1. Chapter 1
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Where am I?
How did I get here?
Am I dead?
Who am I?
The questions ran through my mind over and over again, bringing me to the break of insanity. My mind felt immensely empty, like a bullet had gone strait through my skull creating an empty hole in the middle of my brain. The last thing that happened to me was… well that’s the problem, there is no last thing that happened to me.
I tried to think of certain facts about my self but the answers always came up blank.
What’s my name?
What’s my birthday?
How old am I?
Am I a boy or girl?
What’s my favorite color?
Who’s my best friend?
Do I have blonde hair?
Where do I live?
It was as if as the questions popped up I would think to my self Of coarse I know the answer to that. But there just wasn’t an answer. It was the sex thing that got me the most, I mean even a newborn can figure that out, I don’t even have the slightest clue.
Hopefully I am dreaming, and when I wake back up my since of self will return, but shouldn’t I at least think I’m someone else? Crap, this can’t be a dream it’s to boring. What else could it be then? A list of options went through my head.
I was never alive.
I’m a baby
I’m not human.
I have amnesia.
I have to admit that the human thing was a little far off, I had to be a human, and animals can’t form these sorts of thought patterns… I think. Babies can’t talk so that’s out too.
Amnesia was the only logical option without being dead, there still was the dream option but it wasn’t as likely. I couldn’t imagine why the person I had been would have amnesia though.
Got hit by a car
For whoever I was sake I hope suicide’s not it.
“Hello Mrs. Dwyer, I’m Dr. Gerandy.” A voice introduced but not to me, I could tell they were in the same room as me though.
“How is she?” A worried voice asked, Mrs. Dwyer perhaps.
“She stable, she should wake up by the end of today.” He informed her.
“What about her injuries?” The woman franticly asked, I guessed she was my mother.
“Bella was very lucky physically, she only has a few cuts and bruises, If that Jacob kid hadn’t pulled her out I don’t know if she would have made it at all.” He reported to Mrs. Dwyer. So that was my name Bella, if Mrs. Dwyer was my mother that would make me Bella Dwyer. I tried to get a memory but the name didn’t ring a bell.
“What about her mental state?” She asked quietly.
“Her brain scan shows that her declarative memory has been severely impaired, but it could just be a test error, it’s best to wait until she wakes up.” He said grimly.
“What does that mean, declarative memory?” She said much louder than before.
“Amnesia.” Then I lost consciousness.
*** nine months later***
“Bella get up we have to leave in thirty minuets.” My father, Phil Dwyer, woke me out of my sleep. I stirred in my bed, it was the first day of winter vacation and we were going to stay with Uncle Charlie for Christmas. Uncle Charlie was my mom’s brother, they didn’t have the best relationship, but with their parents dead they were the only family each other had.
Uncle Charlie lived in a small town named Forks, of the coast of Washington, it was always cold there. I had only been there once, the day after the accident when I went back to Florida, it was beautiful and never above fifty degrease.
I had been there plenty times before the accident, but Izzy’s memories are not mine so I don’t refer to them as mine. I didn’t go by Izzy before the accident but it’s easier to think of that girl as a different name, because we may have the same taste buds and taste in books but I didn’t know her and she didn’t know me. I’m a lot like her but then again there are enough people in the world that I am probably a lot like hundreds of people.
I pulled my self off my bed and walked into my bathroom. After the accident I died my hair a reddish-copper color, it made my whole completion better. Before I looked slightly ghostly and now I just look Irish. I’m thankful to Izzy for not being ugly, or fat. I don’t mean to brag but I’m a catch, no shame in that.
I hopped in the shower and took the world’s shortest shower. Most girls I know take up to ten minuet showers but I can take one in thirty seconds. When I got out I pulled on a pair of old boot cut jeans, it was one of the few things I kept from Izzy’s wardrobe. It wasn’t that it was bad it just wasn’t what I wanted. Our styles were similar but not the same.
Given Forks cold weather I was going to layer up, I put on a grey tank and then a thin black sweater, followed by a yellow sweatshirt and then a black leather winter coat. I have no idea how I own a winter coat, living in Jacksonville. I slipped on a pair of ugg slippers and went back into the bathroom to do my hair. My hair was very easy to work with. Grabbing a bottle of Be Curly By Aveda I squeezed some into my palms and shook it through my hair, followed by a small amount of moose, before I half dried it with my hair dryer.
“Bella are you ready?” My mom yelled from outside of my door.
“Yeah I’ll be right out.” I left the bathroom and grabbed my small purple suitcase and my black bag, both of witch I had packed last night. Both my parents were in the kitchen. I totted my bag over to the door and then went to join them.
“Here we have to leave in ten minuets.” My mom handed me a piece of toast, that was where her cooking skills ended, if my cooking ability hadn’t stayed with me though the accident I don’t know what I would have done.
I quickly ate the toast and went to the fridge and poured a glass of orange juice.
“Sweetie can you pull the car out when your done with your juice?” My dad asked me. I never got why my dad couldn’t pull the car out of the garage and drive way at the same time but I simply nodded and finished my orange juice.
I still got a nervous vibe when I drove, because even though I was eighteen I only have a short memory of driving. Before I pulled out the car I put my luggage in the back with my parent’s bags, they must have loaded the car last night because I never remember the garage door opening. My mom put an alarm on the doors so that every time someone opens the door it beeps once.
I backed the car out of the garage into the Florida heat. I would miss the sun dearly while I was gone. I parked the car and got into the back seat and waited for my parents.
The car rid to the airport was unusually silent. My mom usually talked about everything and anything. When we got to the airport my mom told me to go to the bookstore so I wouldn’t be bored on the way but it sounded more like ‘your in the way so go away’ I decide to get a new book, unlike all the classics I usually read. I chose a book called ‘The Reckoning’ it was about a girl who can talk to ghosts. I had already read the first two books to the series.
After going through all the security I was finally on the plane. I wasn’t in the mood for reading though; instead I just looked out the window at the city below.
The last nine months had been hard; I had to relearn all the facts about my self. Not everything always fit together but my parents didn’t know everything. Basicly they made me a time line for something that happened every year up to the year of the accident. Honestly I didn’t care all that much, because that was Izzy’s life. They way I see it if I have less of a past then I have more time to think about the now.
How ever the last two years did hold importance to me. When I started my junior year we moved from Phoenix, Arizona to Jacksonville, and I became really depressed. So my mom sent me to Uncle Charlie’s but I just got more depressed and jumped off a cliff. That’s part of why she doesn’t like him, I haven’t figured out the rest. No one will tell me why I was so depressed but I vowed that nothing would make me that depressed ever again.
Sometimes I wonder if they ever lied to me about my past, because there is no way I would know, but they are my parents so I guess I should trust them. Of coarse there are the questions that they can’t answer. Like if I have ever kissed guys or how far I’ve gone. That’s part of why I created Izzy, for the questions without answers. Because if I did before the accident than it wasn’t me who did it was Izzy. I guess in a way I’m tricking my self into not caring.
The captain came on the intercom ‘we will be landing in Chicago soon please fasten you seatbelts.’ Unfortunately there weren’t any flights from Jacksonville to Seattle so we had to go from Chicago.
When we landed my parents went to lunch, leaving me to occupy myself. Chicago had one of the biggest airports in the United States, I took that to my advantage and decided to walk around to all the shops while I was waiting for my next flight that took off in an hour.
The first store I walked into was yet another book store, it had nearly twice as many books as the Jacksonville airport. I didn’t intend on buying one so after fifteen minuets I left the bookstore and headed to the closest shop.
It was a type of souvenir shop, there were lots of rocks and homemade looking trinkets, and I suspected that most of them were from the native tribes. One trinket stood out the most. It was a wooden russet wolf. I couldn’t figure out why I liked it but I did. Picking it up I looked at the price, $11.55 it was a total rip off, but I had to have it.
The cashier didn’t look old enough to work in an airport. Seventeen maybe eighteen was my guess. He was fine, he was tall with wavy blond hair, his skin was clear and bone white pale, and his eyes were the most intriguing color of gold. He looked like he walked off of a runway or something.
He was looking at me with the strangest look, alarm or surprise maybe. I placed the wooden wolf on the counter and looked down at it. He cautiously picked it up and charged it.
“Where you headin’?” He asked with a southern drawl, his voice was smooth and silky.
“Forks Washington.” I answered trying not to forget where my voice was and handed him the exact price due to the insane number of pennies in my wallet. He put the little wolf in a bag and handed it to me.
“Here you go Darlin’ have a good flight.” He told me and I took the bag and walked off. Pulling out my phone to check the time I saw that I only had ten minuets and went to sit by my gate.
“Bella come on we want to get good seats.” My mom snapped me out of my apparent trance. With out much thought I got up and followed her into the airplane. I didn’t have a window seat this time; instead I was in between my two parents.
Soon after take off I fond my self-resting against my mothers shoulder, mingling with sleep.
"I don't believe it," he said, his voice so low that I barely heard it.
I had to look then. My eyes scanned the meadow, searching for the interruption that had extended my life by a few seconds. At first I saw nothing, and my gaze flickered back to
Laurent. He was retreating more quickly now, his eyes boring into the forest.
Then I saw it; a huge black shape eased out of the trees, quiet as a shadow, and stalked deliberately toward the vampire. It was enormous–as tall as a horse, but thicker, much more muscular. The long muzzle grimaced, revealing a line of dagger-like incisors. A grisly snarl rolled out from between the teeth, rumbling across the clearing like a prolonged crack of thunder.
The bear. Only, it wasn't a bear at all. Still, this gigantic black monster had to be the creature causing all the alarm. From a distance, anyone would assume it was a bear. What else could be so vast, so powerfully built?
I wished I were lucky enough to see it from a distance. Instead, it padded silently through the grass a mere ten feet from where I stood.
"Don't move an inch," Edward's voice whispered.
I stared at the monstrous creature, my mind boggling as I tried to put a name to it.
There was a distinctly canine cast to the shape of it, the way it moved. I could only think of one possibility, locked in horror as I was. Yet I'd never imagined that a wolf could get so big.
Another growl rumbled in its throat, and I shuddered away from the sound.
Laurent was backing toward the edge of the trees, and, under the freezing terror, confusion swept through me. Why was Laurent retreating? Granted, the wolf was monstrous in size, but it was just an animal. What reason would a vampire have for fearing an animal? And Laurent was afraid. His eyes were wide with horror, just like mine.
As if in answer to my question, suddenly the mammoth wolf was not alone.
Flanking it on either side, another two gigantic beasts prowled silently into the meadow. One was a deep gray, the other brown, neither one quite as tall as the first. The gray wolf came through the trees only a few feet from me, its eyes locked on Laurent.
Before I could even react, two more wolves followed, lined up in a V, like geese flying south. Which meant that the rusty brown monster that shrugged through the brush last was close enough for me to touch.
I gave an involuntary gasp and jumped back–which was the stupidest thing I could have done. I froze again, waiting for the wolves to turn on me, the much weaker of the available prey. I wished briefly that Laurent would get on with it and crush the wolf pack–it should be so simple for him. I guessed that, between the two choices before me, being eaten by wolves was almost certainly the worse option.
The wolf closest to me, the reddish brown one, turned its head slightly at the sound of my gasp.
The wolf's eyes were dark, nearly black. It gazed at me for a fraction of a second, the deep eyes seeming too intelligent for a wild animal.
As it stared at me, I suddenly thought of Jacob–again, with gratitude. At least I'd come here alone, to this fairytale meadow filled with dark monsters. At least Jacob wasn't going to die, too. At least I wouldn't have his death on my hands.
Then another low growl from the leader caused the russet wolf to whip his head around, back toward Laurent.
Laurent was staring at the pack of monster wolves with unconcealed shock and fear. The first I could understand. But I was stunned when, without warning, he spun and disappeared into the trees.
He ran away.
The wolves were after him in a second, sprinting across the open grass with a few powerful bounds, snarling and snapping so loudly that my hands flew up instinctively to cover my ears.
The sound faded with surprising swiftness once they disappeared into the woods.
And then I was alone again
I awoke from my sleep from the impact of the plane and the runway.
“Hey sleepy head, how’d you sleep?” My mom asked.
“Fine, really realistic dream.” I responded.
“Was it another memory?” It wasn’t often that I got my memory back but sometimes if someone brings up a memory I can remember it.
“Not unless I have any memories about vampires and werewolves.” I chuckled.