*Dream*

Alice and Edward are standing next to me, for once their beautiful and graceful faces look scared. The Volturi look fierce and intimidating, Aro's stern impression seemed to be boring into me, I started to shrink even closer to Edward but he still wouldn't avert his glare.

Jane starts to torture Edward, 'You will answer me!' Jane screeched.

But Edward stayed silent, shaking his head defiantly.

'Stop it! Stop it now!' I screamed at Jane to stop but she didn't listen. Instead she just had that pathetic smirk on her face, like she was actually taking pleasure in seeing someone in so much pain.

Finally, she stops, Edward drops to his knees, weak and drained from Jane torturing him. He looked so lost as I held his head in my hands and looked deep into his eyes, trying to give him courage and strength.

But we weren't in Italy anymore, we're in the woods and I'm looking into Edward's eyes from a far as his head is ripped off by one of the baby vampires. I scream and I scream. No one hears me. No one sees me. Looking back at Edward, his face changes to all the others of his, mine, our family: Alice, Jasper, Emmet, Esme, Carlisle, Rose. All of them dead. I'm alone. My throat releases half a sob, half a scream as i collapse down onto the forest floor.

'Bella! Bella wake up! Please Wake up!'

I open my eyes and through tear streaked eyes I see Edward with a concerned and worried look on her face. When he sees my tears he pulls me in close, softly and beautifully singing my lullaby and rubbing circles on my back. In time the painful both memory and reality started to seep into the past. That's when we heard the wheeze.

My chest felt like an elephant was standing on top of it. The air in my chest wheezed with every breath I took. My breathing became more painful and more laboured – what the hell was going on.

I looked over to Edward, but he looked shocked. He was lost in thought, and I needed him.

'Edward' I gasped, instantly regretting saying as much as that as it left me even more breathless. But it worked. He held my waist and looked into my eyes, our foreheads almost touching.

'Bella what can I do to help you?'

For once he looked lost at what to do, he was asking me for help on helping him. All this took me longer to process than usual, the focus I needed on breathing was increasingly difficult. Edward arched one eyebrow, prompting my response, he had forgotten to breathe in his anxiety.

'Bella! Bella you're turning blue, what's happening what do I need to do?'

My vision was becoming less focused and i was struggling to form the right words to answer Edward – how could he not know what to do? I knew I needed Carlisle but how could I say that when I could barely breathe. Times like this I really wish my love could read my mind...