Author's note: This is my first fan fiction. Tell me what you think. Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!

Bella's Point of View

I had ran away…just for a little while. Edward had gone on a hunting trip this weekend and Charlie went away on a fishing trip. I have been in the woods near my house for three days now and I had to go back. Edward would be going home tonight and so would Charlie. I left him a note saying I went to Port Angles shopping with Alice but he might call Alice and ask her. I had to get up and I knew it but I couldn't face Edward and I couldn't get in trouble again. My father had just given me parole for not complaining about my punishment but I was scarred. I was afraid of the black cloaks from Italy that haunted my dreams. I could still hear the scream of tears from the group of people and that little girl that was there. She would never get to have a boyfriend, to get a job, to walk down the aril, to have love. Never. Those people had hopes and dreams that were ruined because of the Volturi. I realized I was crying and sobbing into my knees when I had that horrible feeling that someone was watching me. I looked up and behind me I saw Carlisle standing a few feet away but with his vampire speed he was next to me, down on one knee and his hand was on the small of my back.

"Bella what happened?" I answered him in sobs and then said "The…Volturi." He quickly understood. I had a feeling that Alice told him everything that happened in Italy.

"Shhh…Its ok sweetheart"

"No…Its will never be ok for those people"

"I know…I know" he kept chanting into my ear. He just sat there and hugged me and trying to calm me down but I ended up falling asleep.

Carlisle's Point of View

I had realized that I hadn't seen Bella all weekend and she hasn't passed by at all. When I went to her house to check if she was ok I saw that she wasn't there, her sent said that she hadn't been there at all. And then I went to the door to find it opened. She left a note for Charlie saying she went to Port Angles with Alice but Alice went to Paris with Rosalie to go shopping and when I realized this I was going straight home and dint even bother going to my Mercedes and ran home through the woods and as I was passing I smelled her sent and then I stopped in my track and saw her by the lake sitting there. She looked so pale and weak, she had lost weight. And her hair was a mess and her close were all wrinkled and covered with dirt. I wondered if she was hurt and then she looked up at me and I quickly ran to her. I asked if she was hurt and she replied with a sob and then I asked her why she was crying and she said in between sobs the Volturi. I instantly understood her sadness. I hugged her and told her everything was going to be ok. I knew that the Volturi had killed a group of people while she was there and that was probably why she had been so quite at our house. She just kept mumbling all those people and eventually she fell asleep I picked her up and brought her to my Mercedes that I had left at her house and put her seat belt on her. She didn't seem to wake up; I quickly drove home knowing she would be sick. Judging by the weight she lost I knew she hadn't eaten. Then as I was driving home I heard her mumble in her sleep but she didn't wake up at all. When I was home I was thankful no one was home and I would be able to examine her in peace without Edward hovering over me. I carried her upstairs to my study and I started getting my bag out and getting all the necessary materials I thought I would need then I heard her heart start to race and I looked over at her and she said in her sleep "no…no…no, no, no…NOOOOO!" she was having a night mare and she was thrashing and kicking I quickly went over to her and woke her up.

"Bella, Bella wake up" and then her eyes opened up. They were huge and she was gasping for air and I saw tears in her eyes. I went to hug her but then she quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. She was throwing up violently and she coughed into the bowl and I quickly stepped in and took her hand from her hair and held in back and with my other hand I rubbed soothing circles around her back. When she stopped she started crying again.

"Shhh…its ok Isabella" I called her by her first name.

To be continued…