Disclaimer: Cause I forgot, I no own Twilight! I only own me and a few of the non-Twili chars in this story that is all.
She ran fast, far, away, stumbling through the brush tripping over rocks, leaves, logs, her own feet in and effort to escape what she had to leave behind. Her Mind refusd to focus on exactly what that was, something so horrible she couldn't or wouldn't remember in an effort to keep herself from breaking into a thousand pieces. She Ran for hours her blood flowing from the small cuts along her arms and legs, the larger wounds from mind stumbles and refuses to go to that place the same place that holds the reason she runs.
Eventually while night is nearly fallen she comes out into a opening in the trees and there before her stands a house of wood and glass. The structure is huge beautifully constructed by some unknown hand, looking in the windows she sees only lumps of white sheets and covers all over what must be furniture. No one is home this is a good thing for her, no one has been here for a long time by the gray dust resting on the white cloths. She finds a rock not very large but big enough for the purpose she has for it, with blurry vision she attempts to aim for the window near the door. Thump, the rock hits the door instead but on the second try she is rewarded with the sound of glass breaking. The hole in the glass is not very large but she can fit her hand through into the opening to unlock the door from the inside, opening the door she stumbles in her vision even worse in the fast fading light. Her blood leaves small spots on the carpet as it drips from the newest cut on her arm a slice running from her wrist up her arm. The drops follow up the stairs as she goes mostly by feel and into the hallway, to a room large with bright colors and what seems like sprots paraphenalia. Into the closet she finds there a cavernous room full of hanging clothing in zipped up bags, she curls herself into the corner under some of the clothing tight into a ball before her tired shattered mind shuts off.
Her dreams are so strange she can hear thumping and what sounds like cursing from below voices she doesn't recognize, voices that sound of music and worry.
" Well thats just great, look at this mess you'd think we were far enough away that no one would break in."
That voice was female and sounded only annoyed rather than truly angry as if the speaker holds the world in contepmt of its being.
" What is that, it looks like blood but I can't even smell it, could it be paint? I swear if some kids broke in here to vandalize things Esme will be pissed."
Esme? such a strange old fassioned name, this dream is strange, that voice was loud and amused for some reason. She could hear thumping as if someone was carrying a heavy or perhaps dragging something behind them. She hears a noise like the opening of a door it's close, another door opens she can hear it but there is no light even though is seems so close almost as if it's right on top of her. She is so hot as if she were standing at the mouth of a volcano, it hurts this heat burns along her skin in tiny places, the last thing she hears before sinking under the surface of darkness once more is the deeper voice sounding surprised and worried calling another strange name.
" Carlisle!"