It was still light outside when I woke up again. Another dreamless sleep was bliss because I knew that the nightmares would start soon. I just didn't know when. I hadn't been awake long when I realised my ankle started hurting again as did my wrist. It was probably time to take my pain killers again but I wasn't sure when I had first taken them. There was no clock around.

I sat up in bed difficultly and the pain was getting worse by the second. Just then someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." I said wondering who it could be. It seemed this house was full of a lot of people that kept appearing. It was weird they hadn't all wondered who I was to begin with.

It was Carlisle who stepped through the doorway this time. "Good afternoon." He said politely pulling up a chair I hadn't realised was around.

"Afternoon?" I asked unsurely. I didn't realise I had slept a while. But I wasn't hungry so it was hardly a long time.

"You've been asleep since ten this morning. It's just gone four." He sat down on the chair next to the bed.

I wondered why I had been so tired. I usually didn't sleep for so long even if I stayed up for hours.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned about me.

I looked down and started fiddling. The pain was awful now. "Could I have some more pain killers please? It hurts…" I mumbled.

I hardly noticed him stand up and hold them out for me with a glass of water. "Thanks." I almost whispered, swallowing the pills. I took a sip of water and realising how thirsty I was drained half the glass.

After a moment he spoke again. "I know what it's like… loosing someone."

I made a pained expression, looking down again. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Well when you do," he went on. "We're here for you."

He was speaking almost like a father. Everyone was so kind to me here. It felt like a home. "I hardly know you." I said avoiding his gaze still.

"Then maybe, when you've recovered you can get to know us all."

That reminded me of all the questions nobody had answered yet that I was desperate to know. "Alice said you were better at explaining that me." I told him looking up. "Can't you please explain? I need to know!"

He watched me looking like he was about to sigh but he didn't. "You're not ready to know." He said at last after a couple of minutes.

"But I am. I need to know what killed my mother." I cringed screwing up my face in emotional pain of actually saying it again. I really needed to stop doing that.

"You can know soon. I will tell you. But right not you need to rest." He stood up. "I won't break that promise." And he left the room.

I sighed and leant back against the soft pillows. I was so desperate to know but maybe he was right. I didn't need more stuff on my back just now.

My eyes drifted to a close once more and I found myself in a relaxing sleep, only this time the darkness crept up me. It intertwined me with dark vines. A woman was seen in the distance running closer to me, the door on the right. There was a man grinning from behind her, he grabbed her hair and she shrieked. He pinned her to the floor and she was screaming so loud it hurt. I tried to run over to her – to help her, but the vines pulled me back and he pushed me away. I screamed at him to stop. But he wouldn't listen and smiled at me. He was getting closer.

In real life I didn't realise I was screaming until my eyes snapped open. Everything was blurry and I couldn't see anything but the dark. It made me scream harder. I couldn't breath and everything was spinning. Someone cold pulled me close saying over and over it was just a dream. But they were wrong. It had happened and now it was happening again.

I cried flooding my cheeks with tears. I could see better now. There were more details of the room. I knew where I was but I didn't know who was holding me. I sobbed into their chest wishing that everything would go away and never come back. I wanted out.

"Don't give up." said the person holding me. "You can get through this."

"I don't want to, it hurts too much." I cried. "Just kill me."

They held me tighter. I felt safe in those cold arms but I didn't want to live anymore. "No, Carrie. You have to stay. It will be ok." He told me rocking me back and forth. How did he know my name? Of course the whole town must be gossiping about me now. They think I killed her I know they do.

"It wasn't your fault." He said. "No one thinks it was."

I let out another sob. More pain was there but this was physical. "It hurts." I said fresh tears escaping. He placed some pills into my hand and then a glass of water to my lips. I relaxed when the pain left again.

"Thank you." I whispered softly falling back onto the pillows though I could sense him leaving. "Don't go." I cried out afraid of being alone with my nightmares again. Another tear rolled down my cheek.

He was at my side in an instant and sat on the bed. He pulled me close and put my arm round me though he stayed above the covers.

I cried myself to sleep that night. But while he was there I had no more nightmares. He was gone by morning but he had helped me though the night and I was happy he comforted me.

Ha! You'd better guess who that was because I'm not telling you yet!

I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing (Although I was tired because It was one in the morning XD)