AN: Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own the Twilight saga or any of its characters. Stephenie Meyer does and we all have her to thank. *Thanks*

Okay, I know the title is sort of weird, (I didn't know what to call it, and this sounded kinda cool) but if you have any suggestions, please share them with me. This title was a spur-of-the-moment act, so. . . .

Please review when you're done reading, and if you have any other suggestions, feel free to share them with me. Thank you. :)

Peace, Love, and Twilight,
C

Supernova in a Jar

Preface: Dark

Bella's POV:

Sure, I've come close to death several times. But, never this close. Ever.

I swallowed and looked around. I couldn't see anything, it was too dark. I wouldn't even be able to see my hand if two inches away from my face--and it might have been.

Where was I? My room? I fumbled around for some kind of light. I found nothing and hit my hand hard on something. Curses. "Ow!" I exclaimed. I waved my hand through the air.

"How are you feeling?" A voice asked. It sounded close by, maybe ten feet or less.

What the...? I whipped my head in the direction of the voice and leaned upward. I strained my eyes to see. Nothing, still.

My hand was still throbbing. I must have imagined the voice. It wasn't that much louder than a whisper, anyway.

I rested my head back against whatever it was I'd been resting on and closed my eyes. I willed sleep to come.

"Are you awake?" The voice murmured. It was velvety and smooth. I opened my eyes quickly. I didn't think I was imagining it any more. It was too real.

"Yes," I forced myself to speak.

"Good. Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Uh"--I considered saying 'my hand', but ruled that out as being stupid--"no."

"Also good."

I heard quiet footsteps. They were headed in my direction and stopped. I held my breath. There was more noise beside me and I figured the man (the voice sounded like its owner was male and about my age) had sat down.

I exhaled slowly, quietly.

"Hmm."

"What?"

The person chuckled. "Nothing. I might tell you later."

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Edward."

"Bella."

"I know." I could hear the smile through his voice.

Okay. How would he know what my name was? I dismissed the thought to a distant corner of my mind.

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you when you're fully awake."

"But I am awake," I protested.

"Not quite. You're still drowsy."

He started humming some tune. It was beautiful. I closed my eyes yet again and let myself drift into unconsciousness.

My eyelids fluttered open. Something cold was touching my forehead. A hand. "Edward?" I mumbled.

"Yes, Bella?"

"Now will you tell me what happened?"

He chuckled. "Later."

I sighed. "Later, then."

AN: I hope you liked this preface. It was fun writing it. :D Please review and read the other stories either K and/or I have written if you like.