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In my dreamland, I was alone. Usually I'm with someone, like Jake, or my mom or Dad, but no. I was alone. Sitting in a field of flowers, listening; listening to the wonderful melody that filled the air. Nothing of my wildest imaginings could have made this up, it was beautiful and flowing. It was like it was a part of me. The piano keys filled my dreamland; I felt the grass and the trees bending with the music. I felt myself humming along with it, almost as if everything was perfect in the world.

That's why I was startled awake when it suddenly stopped, I found myself looking up at the ceiling again, only trying to hold on the remnants of the dream. Why would I dream of something like, that-now? The notes still played in the back of my mind as I tried to make sense of them.

I found myself frozen as the same notes, flowed from behind the wooden door of Edward's room. He, was playing that? But how? He couldn't have…. He was too cruel and cold hearted to come up with a piece of music as angelic as that. I was being proven more and more wrong by the second as the melody filled the air from the room. I could only listen, in awe. I never would have guessed he'd waste his time playing piano, and yet here he was, enchanting me. I guess I didn't know things after all. I wasn't supposed to be enjoying something he does. If I could listen to this for the rest of my life, I'd live happily.

My legs moved on their own accord, bringing me to the wooden door, I pressed my ear to it trying to hear it clearer. The notes were soft ones, tortured ones, lost ones, I found myself feeling a little depressed, when suddenly, the song took a turn. It started getting stronger and more powerful, I felt my heart beats and the pounding of the keys syncing with each other. He didn't know it, but at that moment in time, I was putty in his hands. This was obviously a side of him he never wanted me to see. I strangely loved it. The piano unknowingly made him open up, like psychology. What had happened to him to made him so lost and depressed, and what happened again to make him suddenly happier, as if he had a brighter out-look (as the song detected)?

And most of all, why did I care? Why-

The door I was leaning against was suddenly thrust open, sending me flying to the ground. The pain brought from when I connected with the floor mocked me viciously, I found myself staring a pair of very Edward-like shoes. He didn't say or do anything I propped myself up on my elbows, I reluctantly took a glance up at him, shame written all over my face. His eyes were blazing with what appeared to be... embarrassment? Why would he be embarrassed? I was the one secretly listening to my captor play the piano…that sounded very strange.

I pathetically scrambled to my feet, hiding my face as I rose. "I'm sorry." I muttered. How do I make it out of this? Flattery. Flattery gets you everywhere.

"That song was…exquisite." I said, coming from my heart. It was true, the realization of my words hit me, it wasn't a lie. His eyes widened, and all the negativity was gone, and for a split second, I saw a glimmer of hope and joy in his eyes, something I'd never seen before. I unknowingly smiled, and exhaled. And, as soon as it had come, the soft Edward was gone and the hard Edward was back.

"Thanks." He muttered before shoving me to my feet, his eyes suddenly looked very torn, as if he wanted to say something.

"What?" I asked, searching his eyes. He did a double take at me before speaking again.

"You really liked it?" He asked, as if he were a mere child, wanting acceptance, all my thoughts of fearing him, were gone. For that one moment in time, I knew he wouldn't hurt me. But only that moment in time.

"Yeah." I breathed. "Really, I did, my mom got me this electronic piano when I was fifteen and I tried playing it and I just couldn't so I gave it to my neighbor and she really liked it, and she has a real talent…" I babbled on and on, he just listened, his warm smile growing with each meaningless word that came out of my mouth. I felt embarrassed now. Even though I really knew I shouldn't.

He then started to…laugh. I felt my cheeks burning, if there was ever a time for a freak tornado to rip through this house, it would be now.

"Do you…want to hear more?" He asked quietly, "I'm looking for inspiration to finish it."

"You wrote that?" I asked in awe.

He smirked. "Don't sound so surprised." I felt my stance soften as I followed him into the room, the bedroom wasn't very climactic. Just a plain bed, a plain closet, plain floor, and a plain beautiful piano in the corner. Whoa. And I thought Jacob's motorcycle was expensive. I internally cringed.

He sat down; he seemed to go into another version of himself as he started tapping the keys into a beautiful melody. Each note he played was intricately and wonderfully laced with other notes that fit together like a puzzle. I felt inferior; I never had the capacity to play something like that, even if I had trained for years. I found myself humming and swaying slightly to the rhythm. He looked up periodically to watch me sit there, basking in the glory of the song.

The song rose into its crescendo, I hummed louder, Edward seemed to be looking at me as the song continued into a part I'd never heard. He must have been improvising. Or he must have inspiration. I wondered vaguely was it was. Drinking up the melody was equivalent to drinking wine, the finest wine. Or at least to me it was. It tugged at me in a way that I've never felt before. It was like a magnet. I felt the song break off suddenly, my eyes snapped open. Edward sat there, staring at his hands, resting on a few random keys on the piano. Just staring.

"What's wrong?" I asked, somewhat disappointed it stopped. His eyes snapped to mine.

"Did you like it?" He asked suddenly, as if he would die without my approval. I found myself scrambling for words.

"Of course I did, it was…wow." I breathed; finding such truth in my words it scared me. Definitely not how the kidnapped person is supposed to act. He seemed to glow with pride at my answer, as if he were a kid, getting a pat on the back.

"Thanks, it's been awhile since I've played." He absently ghosted the keys with the tips of his fingers.

"You don't seem to be totally heartless, I'll give you that." I murmured, replaying the song in my head.

"Thank you?" He chuckled. This was awkward; one of us must have been doing something very wrong, because I didn't feel like I was being held against my will this minute. I felt…relaxed for the first time in what has seemed like centuries. Very strange. And he didn't seem to detest me as much as he did before, which I suppose is a good thing.

"Why?" I asked calmly, staring out the window.

"What?" He murmured starting to play another song I didn't know,.

"I'm truly asking, why did you take me?" I asked, I was hoping he'd answer me, what was so special about me? Why was I being taken away? For the longest time, he didn't answer.(If you are truly interested in hearing the song he's playing now, listen to the beginning part of Good Enough by: Evanescence) He just kept playing, I kept listening.

Why had he? Why my house? He could have easily broken into somebody else's like Sam's, or Seth's or, Quil's…A shiver of fear sent rocking through me. It could have easily been a kid or one of my friends. I tried to imagine what would have happened if Edward had gone to Emily's house, had taken her. Sam would be going absolutely mad. I wondered if that's how Jacob was right now. He must be, he's got to be. He loves me…'nice rock, it would be nicer if it were real'. Edward's harsh words replayed over in my mind. He wouldn't say that just to piss me off, would he? What good satisfaction would he gather from it? It must have been true. I glared at my ring, still on my left hand. Why Jacob? Why would you lie?

"If anything, I saved you." Edward muttered vengefully. My head snapped up.

"What?" I asked, mystified. "You are so bi-polar, why do you keep lying to me-"

"You said it yourself, I'm not totally heartless. Do you think I deserved to go to jail?" He growled, pounding on the keys, the song continuing, getting more violent.

"You went to jail?" I gaped. No wonder. "For what?" I asked, not editing my words. His eyes slipped to mine, and his eyebrows knit together.

"To answer your question, I went to jail for rape." He snarled, pounding the out the notes one after another. Oh no. If he went to jail for…rape, why hadn't he touched me?

"You raped a girl?" I whispered, fear shooting up my spine.

"Going to jail for something and actually doing the crime are two different things."

"I'm confused." I shut my eyes tightly. "You're saying you never…raped anyone?" I gawked.

"Look who decided to use that brain of theirs." His fingers flying across the board, twisting into a choked and tortured melody. "The legal system isn't as thorough as you are led to believe."

"If you didn't…then how were you-"

"Don't you ever watch CSI? It's something a picture goes in." He snapped sarcastically. A picture…frame?

"You think you were…framed?" I asked, enthralled, trying to get as much information as possible- something I've been very deprived of.

"I don't think, I know." He growled.

"Well who framed you?" I asked, I felt like I was reading a story, of which I wanted desperately to get to the ending. I heard him laugh darkly.

"Considering your…fragile state, it would be in your best interest that you didn't know."

"What's it got to do with me?" I gasped.

I only received a laugh.

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