Remember Me (A Twilight fan fiction)

10. Food For Thought

"Dad. I'm fine," she insisted, cradling the phone into her shoulder and surveying the contents of the refrigerator while still holding onto the crutches. "No. Seriously. I haven't had a headache all day."

The refrigerator was nearly empty save two eggs, some shredded cheese, and the quarter of a gallon of milk left in the container. A long list of groceries was scribbled onto a notepad stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet. She had not done the shopping in over two weeks and Charlie would've rather ordered take out than set foot inside the grocery store.

With a sigh, she tried to think of a reason to get her father off the phone. "I've gotta go, Dad. Yeah. The laundry's calling me."

To her relief, her dad finally took the hint, and happily she told him goodbye and hung up the phone. He had ordered pizza for her, which was not the healthiest of meals, and after having it three times this week, she felt above and beyond her pizza leftover limit. But, she knew better than to argue with him. Charlie was a creature of habit, and since she was limited with her duties, he was only trying to be helpful...the only way he knew how. She hobbled to the drawer in the coffee table and pulled out a twenty to pay the driver.

Bella's mood had grown bitterer as the day progressed. She felt restless, and angry...and bored. After arguing with Dr. Cullen at the hospital the day before and with Charlie that morning, she had lost the battle to attend school. It was true that she had passed out at school following a headache, but now she felt fine...and her head felt miraculously normal. And it had not helped things that Charlie had called Renee and informed her of yesterday's incident. So now, instead of her dad calling her constantly throughout the day to check on her, both her mom and dad were alternating every hour on the hour.

She hobbled around the kitchen, peeking out the window every now and then. It was raining, as always, and she found herself cursing the precipitation. She hated the thought that Edward was at school, and that she was not.

Edward...He had always been on her mind, in her dreams, in her thoughts. To Bella, he felt as vital to her as her organs. At school, he had come to her rescue, first taking her to the nurse's office, and then transporting her to the hospital like her very own medic. Though she was not completely herself, she did recall the care with which he held her, carrying her around like she weighed no more than a sack of feathers. The concern was there - etched into the lines in his forehead.

For a moment, she thought she heard a car and peered out the window once again, only to meet the raindrops as they leaked down from the rain gutter. Bella shook her head. She had no right to look for him, but still longed for him to be there.

To take her mind off of Edward, Bella made her way to the laundry room. There was a daunting pile of dirty clothes bunched up inside the hamper, and she had been missing some of her favorite sweats. Bella searched the pockets of her jeans and to her surprise, she discovered and then pulled out a folded piece of paper. Her eyes quickly read the words.

Quileute Legends

260 Honey Suckle

Port Angeles

She could see it in her mind - a book with a dark blue cover that she had purchased at that Native American book store in Port Angeles. It was odd; now that she thought about it...she had searched her room and not run across it. Crumpling the paper in her hand, she dug into her brain for more details. Her brows knit together in deep concentration as she willed the memories to return. She remembered having not gone alone into Port Angeles; there was something about shopping with Jessica and Angela...and that was it. And now she felt she was on the cusp of another glimpse, fishing further inside her mind. Another flash appeared in her mind's eye; it was night time, cold. There had been an alley way, and some men...