"Bella." The man with the golden eyes and hair said. "You need to tell us what happened."

Avoiding eye contact, I looked at the seven pale faces, wondering what I must look to them. Wide-eyed, and shaking. Unable to control the tears flowing down my face. Of course, hardly anyone would be able to remain calm if they experienced what I had. I began to asses the strange men and women one-by-one.

The two oldest figures, one being the man who spoke, were striking. The woman had locks of caramel, with eyes the same as her companion. They moved with each other, showing their vise-type relationship. The next pair was just as enchanting. The female's honey hair flowed graciously down her back, and her physique was flawless. The male gripping her hand was just as perfect, and had the structure of a major lifter. The stunning, pixie-like girl with short, dark hair was in close proximity to a guy with bronze, tousled hair, who was incredibly handsome. There was one other male standing with the others, yet he still seemed to be alone, who seemed to intrigue me the most. His curled, golden hair shined in the dim lighting, and his lean, muscular form was ever attractive. They were all so different, yet so much alike. All of them had golden eyes, and they all seemed to have an aura of genuineness about them.

"Bella, please," The oldest male broke me from my thoughts, "We are here to help you."

I was unsure of telling my story, because I had never even met these people before, and I probably wouldn't see them again, either. How is one supposed to go about describing the most horrifying night of their life, anyway? It shocked me how much patience they held for me.

"Lay down, and shut up!" His voice rang through my head. Clutching my ears, I let out a ear-blowing shriek.

"Get out! Stop, stop!" I continued shaking, and the memory brought on a whole new round of tears. "No, no. Please, no." I whimpered, bringing my knees up to my chest. I closed my eyes, and began rocking back and fourth. I felt some serenity in my pain, but it was not enough. The strange feeling left as soon as the flashbacks returned.

"I swear, you're not coming out of this alive." He had said, when I tried to struggle away from him. "Dammit, sit the fuck still, will you?" That was when he slapped me. I yelled, but the coldness of his steel knife silenced my cries. He had already beaten my friend, Jessica, to death. Limb by limb, slicing the soft flesh, causing blood to gush from every open wound, until finally ending her suffering with a stab to the heart. Watching in agony, I knew I was next, and I knew what was coming for me. With me tied to the bed, he barely even broke my skin before they barged in. They were on him in an instant, breaking his neck before he even got the chance to scream for help. My nightmare was over, but the flashes have yet to go away. I blacked out, and woke up in this dim room, surrounded by these seven intriguing strangers.

I came out of my flashback screaming, yanking my hair at the scalp.

"Stop! Get away!" I yelled, vigorously wiping the wetness from my face. I let out one more piercing scream before the oldest male called to the golden haired god.

"Jasper." Was all he said, and left the room, the others following, leaving Jasper and I alone. He walked over to the table infront of me, and sat in the adjacent seat across the table. He folded his hands, and looked up at me. I averted his gaze, and looked down at my still shaking hands.

"Bella," He began, and his voice held a slight southern drawl, making him even more attractive. But that was kind of hard to concentrate on right now, seeing as I'm still an emotional wreck. I reluctantly looked up at him, my lips trembling. I had no idea how to start. I wasn't looking for pity, and I didn't want anyone else burdened down with my problems. But, I knew he was here to help me-they all were, and I had to cooperate.

"I-I-I Don- I don't k-know." I stuttered. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to hold off the tears that were forming. I pressed my lips together, but the sob still found its way out. I knew I had to pull it together to at least get the basic of my story out, and then I could wallow in my pain for as long as I want. I took a deep breath, and opened my mouth, only to shut it when I looked into his eyes. They were so mesmerizing, and I didn't want this beautiful creature to think of me as broken and weak- even if I was.

"Bella, it's alright. You're safe." He promised, and even gave a small, comforting smile. "Now, why don't you start at the beginning?"

As I was telling the story, I saw him flinching in pain. I knew my story was personal to me, but why was he in pain? At the end, I was crying, and offered my apologies.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't m-mean for y-you to become s-sad."

His expression changed drastically.

"Bella, you have no reason to apologize. I'm just... very sensitive towards emotional topics." He seemed like there was something I didn't know, that I should, but I wasn't about to ask him what it was. I heard the door latch open, and the rest of the pale faces walked in, all wearing stiff expressions.

"Thank you, Jasper." The oldest male said, and Jasper nodded. The male turned toward me, "I assume you would like some privacy?" I nodded, biting my lip to hold back sobs. They all turned to leave, and I felt I should thank them for spending there time on me.

"Thank you." I whispered, so low I wasn't even sure they could hear me. They all stopped, and faced me. The oldest male spoke again.

"Our pleasure, Bella. I'm Carlisle, and this is my wife Esme." He then introduced the model-like blonde as Rosalie, the body builder as Emmett, the pixie as Alice, and the bronze haired boy as Edward. They all gave me small, pity-filled smiles before walking out the door.

I got up to walk out, but I remembered I had no idea where I was, or where I was going. I sighed, and sat back down, placing my head in my hands.

"Would you like to get washed up?" I jumped at Jasper's voice, which seemed to come out of nowhere. I stared at him idiotically for a couple seconds, then barely nodded. I slowly stood, feeling a bit uncomfortable from him watching my every move. Exactly when I felt that, he looked away.

He led me out of the room, and I followed him until he stopped infront of a door. I realized that this wasn't a hospital or police station at all- it was a house. A very big one, but a house, nonetheless. He opened the door, and wave his hand for me to enter. I walked through the doorway, stopped, and turned around.

"T-thank you." I whispered. He just nodded, and left.

I slowly trudged over to the bed, gasping when I sat down. It felt like I was being engulfed in a soft, fluffly cloud. It certainly made the soreness in my bones feel better. The days events hit me, and my eyes began to droop. But before I found sleep, I let my self wonder what would happen when I woke up, and just who, or what those seven beautiful figures were.

This can either be a one-shot, or a short story. Keyword short. This idea just popped into my head, and I didn't want to waste such an idea if it were to become a longer story. Just let me know. (:

Xoxo.