A/N: The Twilight Universe and all its glorious characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. And I cannot thank her enough for Edward Cullen.

I was having the dream again.

I was running, my life depended on escape. I willed my legs to go faster then they could.

But I knew they wouldn't.

The dream was always the same.

I was being chased, but I couldn't see my stalker through the tall trees of my home. I fell over every small rock and stray branch in the woods loosing any ground I could have hoped to gain. The moss was slippery under my hands and my feet could find no purchase. The silhouetted man following was walking at a leisurely pace but was somehow able to gain a shocking amount of ground. Within minutes I knew he would be on me.

His maniacal laughter rang through the air, assaulting my ears. "Isabella…." His voice was rough like sandpaper, but teasing, like it always was. I put my hands over my ears and hid behind a dead tree that had fallen on the ground. I could sympathize.

"Isabella, don't hide, you know I love to see you." He made it sound like a pout, as though he actually meant it. I knew he didn't.

I cowered further into the tree wishing that I could run but it was futile. Fear penetrated every single one of my senses, freezing me in place as I watched his hand creep around the top of the tree. His strong fingers curled in my hair and yanked me up from my spot. A cry of pain escaped my throat but was quickly and painfully silenced by his other hand. "Isabella," he said in a warning tone, "you know I don't like it when you make too much noise. You always were such a terribly noisy child." I knew that I was not a noisy child as I did everything in my power to avoid his anger, but I could not think past the pain, and I could never stand up to him.

But I was having the dream again, and I knew how it would end.

His hand drifted to his sidearm at his belt. Slowly his hand curled around the butt of the gun and his knuckles became white from the pressure of his grip. Drawing it out he pointed it right at my heart, point blank.

"Do you want to know what it felt like, Isabella? Do you? It was agony. Your mother left this earth because of you, because you had to be on it. Do you think that you can just get away with that? With causing me that type of pain? You were wrong if you thought that. I'll show you how I felt."

I knew I deserved this, I had as bad as killed her with my own hands. I waited silently for Charlie to pull the trigger on my life. The shot rang out loud in my ears, and I was jolted from his hand with the force. I felt my self falling. Falling forever in an endless dark abyss of nothing. The pain in my chest grew to a crescendo and I could no longer hold my silence. Screams tore through my throat, my arms were grasping for anything to pull my self back up. I knew I deserved this, but I didn't want to die, I selfishly wanted life, life that my mother was denied because of me. I didn't want the life that I had, but I wished there could be something out there for me, for Isabella Swan. Panic and despair rose from the pit of my stomach as I realized I was fooling myself.

I was alone and forever falling.