Begins in New Moon and follows the story loosely. Jacob finds a girl drowning after she jumped off a cliff and saves her. However, she doesn't remember who she is or how she got there. Now she must figure out who she is and why creatures of the nigh...
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What are those? Lights burn through my eyelids, disrupting the darkness that holds me. My fingers trail along the tops of my eyes to block out the light. I open my eyes to find myself in a white room with blue curtains hanging at all sides except on my right. Beside my head, machines beep continuously, following the rhythm of my heart that I feel pounding tightly in my chest. This is no way Jacob's house - but with much disdain, I realize I am in a hospital.
Shifting my head to look around sends a terrible throbbing throughout my skull. My fingers feather across my forehead. I am warm, but not to the point of concern. Slowly, I lean up to get a better view of the square I am in, a hand pushes me back down.
Glancing to my sharp left, I notice a man in a white jacket and blue scrubs. He's an older gentleman, maybe in his fifties. With short black hair and pale blue eyes. He is no Doctor Dave. Could I be in the Forks's hospital? The doctor scribbles something down on a piece of paper that's attached to a clipboard, and then he eyes me. "You don't want to do that."
"Where am I?" I glimpse down at myself, noticing I am no longer wearing my clothes but instead, a hospital gown. There is an IV in my right arm that I painfully realize has been pierced into my skin. I hiss from the new pain that comes when you notice you're hurt.
"You're in the hospital," he answers. He fingers the page as he reads over something on the clipboard.
"But where, like location? Town, city?"
He gives me a strange look. "You must have hit your head harder than expected. How are you feeling?"
My eyes narrow suspiciously. "I'll be better when you answer my question."
"You're in the town of Butte, Montana," he answers, still giving me the same strange look.
"Montana?" I sit up, this time not being prevented. "How'd I get here?" I whisper to myself.
The doctor hears me. "A young gentleman dropped you off, said you were hit by a car and injured your head." He raises a brow as he examines me, bringing the clipboard to his chest.
"Is the young man still here?" I recall someone of a strong stature pulling me out of the Black's house. I think his name was Jared. We didn't make it to the door until that explosion happened. What was that?
"No, he was in a rush to leave. He said he saw the accident that you were in and brought you here after the driver raced off. Appears there are no other injuries except for some old bruises and cuts on your body. Which makes little sense with the story he provided. You groaned whenever you moved your head, telling us you had some sort of injury."
"You didn't make the young man stay? To answer questions by the police? Even after possibly lying to you about an 'accident,'" The words come out stronger than I intend, but there is a feeling inside of me that heats me up from my core, out. Jared, or one of those damned men, took me from Jacob, and brought me all the way to Montana for no goddamn reason. They could have just left me at the Forks's hospital but instead, they didn't want me anywhere near La Push.
"Lying? Did you receive those injuries another way?"
I freeze, realizing I may have just gotten myself stuck here longer than they intended on keeping me. He watches me and I break out of my shock to fall back down on the bed, groaning the moment my head collides with the pillow. Grabbing my head with both hands, I run my fingers through my hair to help relieve some of the pain.
"Ma'am, can you tell me what really happened and what your name is?" He asks.
I bite my lower lip and contemplate whether or not I should give him a false name. But what had happened? What was that light that came from my hands? The powerful pulse or explosion that pushed us out of the house?
"My name is Samara," I start, figuring lying about my name wouldn't hurt if I could get out of here. But I don't know how to lie about what happened. " I, ah, had an accident a few days back on a cliff diving venture. I hit my head while I was under water and it caused a minor concussion and amnesia. I can't tell you my full name because I don't remember it. The last few days I was staying with a friend and his father, who rescued me. I don't think I fully healed. All this happened in Washington."
"Oh?" He raises a brow but his eyes look doubtful. He doesn't believe me.
"Well, get some rest. I Will have the police talk with you later." Without another word, he turns on his heels, pushes the curtain out of the way, and walks out of the room.
Police? I can't talk to them. They won't believe me either.
I need to get back to Washington. I need to get back to Jake. The pain I last saw on his face was agonizing to see. I hope he is okay.
I have to get out of here.
I throw my legs off the right side of the bed and stumble over to the window, dragging the dripper and machines along with me. There are large windows taking up the majority of the right wall. A view of mountains reaching high into the sky with clouds hovering around them, takes up the horizon. Orange, brown, and yellow buildings dot the land between the hospital and the mountains in the distance. The sun is setting behind the mountains.
The doctor is probably already talking to the police - and they'll want to question me immediately.
I glance around the room and spot a pair of clothes on a chair in front of one of the other curtained sections. Not my clothes, but it's clothes nonetheless. I pull the machines with me to reach the clothes. Glancing at the curtains in front of it and see no movement. I quickly rip off the gown and pull on the pants that are a little longer than my legs. I scrunch up the bottoms to let my feet out. I tug on the shirt next, being careful of all the wires and then I slide my feet into the oversized shoes.
This will just have to do.
I stroll over to the door, open it a crack, and peek through to see the doctor walking down the hall while talking to an officer. I knew it.
Now's my only chance. I pull the dripper out first since it won't send off an alarm. And then I rip off the round sticky pieces on my chest and immediately the machine makes a loud, long beep. Tearing the door open, I run down the opposite hall of the doctor, hoping they didn't see me. The first corner I see, I take to get out of view, I slow my run to a slow jog, looking up at the ceiling for the signs that instruct people where to go. One of the signs points me into the direction of the waiting room - where I am sure there is an exit.
A nurse rounds from a room, her eyes down on a packet of papers. She glances at me briefly, just as I look away. She doesn't pause; we pass by one another in silence. Once I pass the main hallway of the hospital, I enter the waiting room on the left where there are a few people sitting in chairs either reading a magazine or watching the television in the corner. I slow down when I reach the glass doors, they open automatically for me.
A gust of wind blows right through me, forcing me back. It's chilly out, and I have no jacket. The shirt I stole has sleeves that reach my elbows. I have no choice but to force myself through the wind and out into the world unknown to me - with only Jake on my mind.
