I held the coffee cup in a tight grip between my trembling hands, even though the dark liquid had turned cold long time ago. The clock had just struck over 12 a.m and I should be in bed asleep already, especially since I had work the next morning but I couldn't sleep. It was not because I wasn't tired, or that my bed was too uncomfortable – I was scared. Since four months back, I had started having nightmares – No, not nightmares. I have had nightmares all my life, this was different, something more. It was usually only small fragments of multiple things or creatures, flashing through my mind in a blur. They were still very mysterious and horrid and left me with an uneasy feeling pulsating in my heart, often causing me to violently kick and scream during the night till I woke up. Perhaps it was some kind of sixth sense that were trying to prepare myself for something that was about to happen, maybe a warning. - Or I was just close to losing my mind.

I let out a deep sigh, rolling my head back and focused my eyes on the dark spot on the wooden ceiling. I had never talked to anyone about these visions that I'd been having at night, partly afraid that people would think that I'm crazy - Maybe I was.

I was suddenly brought back to reality when I heard a car pull over on the street outside, soon accompanied by more screeching wheels. I walked over to the open window and looked outside where Edward, Bella's boyfriend, was getting out of his car while Bella was walking up the driveway with the dark-haired boy that I had been seeing a lot here lately. Judging by his black hair and dark russet-skin, I would say he was from the reservation in La Push. Then in a flash Edward had moved from his spot and was standing in front of Bella and the other guy, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Either he had just moved about seven meters in a blink of an eye or I had officially begun seeing unreal things even when awake – I didn't know which option that scared me the most.

The boys had started arguing, over Bella what it seemed like. She was standing anxiously on the side, trying to calm the situation, without success.

"Jacob! Just go, okay?" Bella pleaded.

Things had gotten very heated, when Bella's dad came out of the front door and broke it up. As the Chief of Police he always held a thick authority, making people listen to him. "What's going on?" He asked.

Edward and Jacob were still glaring at each other, clearly wanting to rip each others throats out but then Jacob averted his eyes to the ground. "I kissed Bella." He said. "And she broke her hand, punching my face. A total misunderstanding."

Bella seemed more relieved after his words. Her dad looked somewhat shocked before declaring that everyone should go home but Edward offered to take Bella to his father to treat her hand, and then it was over. Bella and Edward walked over to his car while Jacob went to his own, a big frown covering his face. I watched him bash the car door in anger before grabbing a hold on the handle but before he got in the car, he raised his head and a pair of dark eyes met mine. His eyes widened when he understood that I had been watching and I quickly stepped away from the window, dropping the cup I held in the process. It fell to the floor and shattered into tiny pieces, spilling out the liquid content. I felt heat rushing towards my face, the feeling of embarrassment filling me up. I didn't want him to think that I had been spying on them, which I guess I kind of had. I heard him start the car and driving off, leaving behind a roar that faded off in the distance.

First then I got my act together, picking up the broken pieces and wiped up the spilled coffee. I walked down to the kitchen and threw away the pieces of porcelain in the trash can before leaning my back against the kitchen counter. I thought back to Edward and how he in just a single second had moved from one spot to another, several meters away. It was physically impossible to be able to move as fast as he did, not even the fastest animal on the planet should be able to do it but that would also mean that I was really beginning to see things that wasn't real. Not sure if I was ready to accept that fact just yet.

I stifled a yawn just when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and I looked up to see my mother coming into the kitchen. "Mila? Why are you still up?" She asked me, confusion reflecting through her eyes.

"I couldn't sleep." I answered truthfully, although I left out the part about being too scared to sleep.

"You've been sleeping poorly for quite some time now." My eyes widened slightly at her statement. Had she noticed I was up at night? "Are you sure there isn't something that's bothering you?"

Her big green eyes peered down at me, begging me to open up to her and I almost obeyed, feeling slightly guilty for making her look so worried. She seemed to know that I was keeping something from her and I hated the fact that my gut feeling was telling me to keep these visions to myself. It would have been nice to discuss the meaning of them with someone else but it just felt wrong every time I tried talking to somebody about it.

"I'm fine, just a little stressed out about school and work. Sometimes I feel like I don't have enough time for everything."

I could tell she didn't buy my lie, her gaze flickering all over me like she was studying my body language but she played along anyways. "You know that you're not obliged to work, right sweetie? I support and love the fact that you want to be responsible and save up extra money but if it's starting to affect your studies or your health, then I think you should quit the extra job. I know that you like working in the flower shop and that you want to help Mrs. Florence but it shouldn't be your first priority and I think she would agree with me on that."

I shook my head. "I promise, it's just a hectic time right now because it's the end of the semester. The last homeworks are due soon and a lot of customers are ordering home different bouquets to give to their children on graduation day. Everything will slow down soon, okay?"

She gave me a skeptical look but when I didn't falter, she just sighed. "Okay, but promise me to listen to your body and don't do more then it can handle, please?" I promised. "Now let's get back to bed. We both need to rest, you especially."

I walked up the stairs with my mother and then went back into my room after giving her a hug and saying goodnight. Determined to not give my mother any more reasons to worry about me, I lay down on the soft bed and turned off the table lamp. Hopefully I would finally get to have a good nights sleep without any visions.

Morning after:

The doorbell, hanging down from the door frame in a lace ribbon, gave off a familiar pling as I opened the door to the flower shop. I walked inside, inhaling the fresh scent of flowers and then headed to the office room in the back of the shop. I found Mrs. Florence by her desk, looking through some papers in deep concentration.

"God morning, Grace." I greeted while shrugging off my denim jacket and then hung it on the coat hanger.

"Oh, god morning Mila! How are you today?" She looked up from the paper stack and pulled down her glasses, letting them hang around her neck by a thin gold chain.

"I'm good!" Very good actually, better than I've been for quite a long time. I'd had, for the first time in weeks, a good night's sleep without any visions or other dreams. I already felt more energetic and the constant anxiousness that I had felt, was not as evident as before. "How is everything here?"

"It's alright. There's just a lot of orders to organize and send away, they never seem to end."

"You want me to help with that?" I offered.

She smiled but shook her head gently. "No, that's okay. I got this but if you want, you can open the shop and take care of any potential customers, while I finish this up?"

"Yeah, sure."

I unlocked the automatic lock on the door and turned the open sign that hung by the window, while peeking outside. The streets were practically empty, with only two older women sitting by the benches on the other side of the road, chatting and smoking. Just another ordinary Saturday in the town of Forks. Everyone who were off from work or school took the opportunity to sleep in, leaving the town pretty much deserted until noon at least and later in the evening, teenagers would gather outside the movie theater to hang out, some brought alcohol with them and sometimes even drugs. I had been there only once, forced by my best friend Kaitlyn and I quickly realized that it wasn't my type of scenery. It was very loud and intense, in a bad way. I'd usually just spend my Saturdays with Kaitlyn at her house, or at home with a good book and a bowl of popcorn.

My daydreaming was interrupted by the door bell ringing when a middle aged woman walked into the shop and I offered a smile before walking over and asking if she needed any help.

Later:

The hours went by quickly and by 2.30 p.m we had both cleaned and closed the shop.

"Thank you for today, Mila! I guess I'll see you on Tuesday, right?"

Normally I would only help out in the shop on the weekends but lately I'd come by after certain school days, when we ended a little earlier. Next Friday, the graduation was being held and I knew how hectic it was for her this time of the year, so I wanted to help out as much as I could. She was almost like a grandmother to me which made her a very important person in my life, especially since my only real grandparents I had left, still lived in Bulgaria.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll see you then. Have a good weekend Grace and say hi to John for me!"

I waved, then turned around and walked the other way, heading for my car that was parked next to the café, about hundred meters away. After about a minute of walking, I began to feel warm, starting at the tip of my toes and rose all the way up to my head. Then before I knew it, my head started throbbing with an explosive pain, pressing against my forehead. I stopped dead in my tracks, burying my head in my hands and a loud moan escaped between my parted lips. The pain never stopped and it felt as though something was trying to push their way forward inside of my head and dark spots flickered before my eyes as I tried to regain my posture. I stumbled and crashed into a wall as the pulsating pain got worse and I cried out in pain once again. Fear started building inside of me as the thought of dying flashed through my mind. Maybe I was exaggerating but the pain was so immense that I could barely breath. I looked up when I thought I heard a voice calling out to me but I couldn't see who it was due to the spots that was still covering my sight. The voice was very dark and masculine, so I knew it was a man.

"Hey! Can you hear me!? What's wrong?"

I tried to speak but nothing came out except a groan. Then I felt him put his hands on my shoulders gently and suddenly it all stopped – the pain, the dizziness and the explosive feeling all vanished. I took a deep breath as my eyesight returned and looked up at the man who had stopped to help me – Jacob. For the second time this weekend, I was staring into his chocolate-brown eyes, that now held a look of concern as he peered down at me.

I opened my mouth to speak and maybe thank him, but lost in his big beautiful eyes, all I could muster was a weak; "Hi."

He looked a little taken back by my casual greeting but recovered quickly as he helped me back up on my feet, his hands supporting me by my elbows. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah.. I'm fine." I breathed. "It must have been a very bad migraine."

He raised his eyebrows, eyeing me carefully, then cleared his throat. "Yeah uh... it looked like it hurt."

"It did."

For a moment I just stood and stared up at him, observing his every feature. The more I looked, the more I noticed how incredibly handsome he was – a perfect specimen. I could feel myself starting to blush when I realized that he was still holding onto my elbows, with my forearms resting on top of his. It felt warm and... safe and a part of me didn't want him to ever let go but when he followed my eyes and realized as well that he was still holding onto me, he mumbled an apology and let go.

"So.. you're Mila, right?" My stomach fluttered at the fact that he knew my name. "Bella has mentioned you, she told me that you guys used to play during summer when you were younger."

"Oh.. right. Bella, who is my neighbour." His chest shook a little as he chuckled and I couldn't help but stare at his chest muscles, that was clearly visible through his shirt. "Yeah, she was my first friend when I moved here. I was seven at the time, she was nine. We used to hang out every summer but when she stopped coming here so often, we kind of grew apart... like friends do sometimes. It was sad but we both..." I caught myself rambling and quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to ramble."

He shook his head. "No you didn't... I liked hearing you talk." Warmth rose to my cheeks once more and I chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry to say that I have to go and pick up my dad but I don't really feel comfortable leaving you alone after what just happened. I could give you a ride, if you want?" He offered.

"I'm fine, really. It was just a migraine and it's over now. Besides, my car is just across the street, I'll be home in a jippy."

He seemed hestitant, his eyes scanning me up and down, checking to see if I really was alright. After a while, he sighed as he rubbed his neck with his hand. "Okay, I guess I should trust your judgement on your own health." I smiled reassuringly. "But if you start to feel any kind of dizziness or pain, I want you to call me and I'll come pick you up, agreed?"

"Uh.. sure, I guess."

He asked for my phone and I hesitantly handed it to him, a little chocked by his displayed concern. As he grabbed the phone from my hands, our fingers brushed against each other briefly and I'm sure that I felt an exciting spark running through my hand. The way his body twitched, indicated that he had felt it too. He typed his number faster than I could keep up and gave it back to me.

"Drive safely, Mila."

I ignored the butterflies forming in my stomach at the sound of my name coming from him and nodded my head. "You too."

As I crossed the street, walking over to my red Hyundai, I could feel a large grin forming on my lips. I don't know what it was about Jacob that made me feel so... girlish. He was obviously very good looking and kind, but there was something more.. something that I couldn't really put my finger on. I slumped down in the driver's seat and leaned my forehead against the wheel, laughing at myself for acting like a stupid fangirl. I didn't even know him... but I sure as hell wanted to.