Chapter 1: Nightmares

"Bella…Bella!"

I could barely see him through my half opened eyes. I tried to respond, but nothing came out.

"Bella, are you okay? Can you hear me! Bella!"

I felt a cold drop of rain splash on my face. What's going on? Why am I on the floor? I slowly took my hand off my neck, which I figured had been there for a long time since my neck felt incredibly warm. However, that's when I smelt it.

Blood.

Blood was dripping from the place where my hand had left. I suddenly felt even dizzier.

"Bella!" came that familiar velvety sort of voice again.

Suddenly the warmth I was feeling before disappeared as a pair of icy hands lifted my neck up slightly. That's when I realized that it wasn't rain that had splashed on my face. It was tears. Cold tears that stung like acid rain against my skin.

"Edward…" I managed to murmur. And then my eye lids became heavier, and I shut him out of my sight for ever.

I quickly sat up in bed. I felt a thick layer of sweat across my forehead and wiped it off in disgust.

"Good morning," Edward said from across the room.

He was sitting in his usual spot, the rocking chair. I looked at his face, and once again, I was dazzled by his beauty. Even without trying he looked like a model.

"Good morning to you, too. And how was your sleep?" I asked teasingly.

"Oh, I couldn't get any sleep at all with you constantly calling my name," he played along.

"Wait, I was calling your name?" Then I remembered in shock of the problem I had of talking in my sleep. Oh no, what did I say!

"Yes, I believe I said that. It sounded like you were having a nightmare!" he said with a slight grin on his face.

I cringed at the thought of the dream I had last night. That was definitely one of the worst I've had in a long time. So, he knew I was having a nightmare…..

"Hey, if you knew I was having a nightmare then why didn't you wake me up!" I asked him angrily.

Suddenly, all traces of happiness drained from his face and he looked down shamefully.

"I don't know," he said in a low, almost inaudible voice.

Wow, I wasn't expecting that. I managed to make him look up by lightly brushing his arm with my finger tips. Of course he would look up, because he stopped me before I could do anything more. I looked him in the eye and tried to give him the same effect he usually gave me. Apparently it worked because a second later he explained.

"It's the only time I can know what's really going on in your mind."

"Don't I already tell you enough?"

"That's the thing, if you did tell me enough I wouldn't have to go to such depths to be able to know what you're thinking."

Annoyed at him, I turned away and let out a gruff. However, anything bad I was feeling about him went away in a second, for he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed the top of my head gently.

"Come on, let's get you something to eat."

I quickly got ready and I headed for the kitchen where Edward was waiting. He sat at the breakfast table and just stared at me while I was making my cereal. He looked like he was trying to figure something out. I was looking through the fridge for the milk when he finally said what was bothering him.

"Bella, what exactly were you dreaming about that made you so scared?"

I froze right there.

I was hoping he would just let that whole nightmare thing go. I guess not.

"Umm..," my throat suddenly turned incredibly dry and I was at a complete loss of words.

"Well…" I said this while quickly getting the milk and walking over to the table.

I sat down across from him and started biting my lip. I really didn't know how to say this.

"You know you can tell me anything, Bella."

He reached for my hands and looked into my eyes. Today his eyes were a topaz color. I immediately melted right into them. I had the urge to blurt out the truth like always but something stopped me. I heard a car pulling into the driveway and I immediately turned my head to see Charlie getting out of the cruiser.

"Oh no, Edward can you please wait upstairs in my room? Something is wrong and I think it would be a bad idea for you to stick around with Charlie already upset."

We had just recently told him about our plans for marriage and ever since then, he's seemed to despise Edward even more. In fact, I don't think Charlie likes me much anymore….But something was really wrong, because he never comes home during the middle of his work. Next thing I knew I was on the couch, hyperventilating from what Charlie was telling me.