The meadow again, it was so peaceful, so relaxing, a good way too keep my mind off life. It was my happy place, I decided, somewhere I wanted to be when I wanted to escape.

The flowers were in bloom, as always. Purple and white, and the light shone through the trees, as usual. There was never any clouds in the sky, never rain or snow. It was never cold or hot, just perfect.

Today I wore a flowery skirt over a black button up shirt without sleeves. My flats had little bows on them that fluttered in the wind.

"Bella," came that velvet voice again, like honey.

I liked that voice, whoever's it was. It reminded me of home, even though I had no idea where it came from.

"I want to sleep," I replied to the voice, closing my eyes and letting the suns rays hit my pale skin.

"Bella." repeated the voice, more urgent this time. I sighed and sat up, crossing my legs, and looking around. "Wake up," he said.

"I am awake." I smiled.

"Bella!" his voice was almost afraid. I looked over my shoulder in that moment, and was staring into the eyes of a redheaded woman with red eyes.

I awoke in my bed to a freshly cooled wet towel placed on my forehead. My groggy eyes couldn't stay open for long periods of time, and a raging headache throbbed from behind my eyes.

"Here, take these before you try to get up," said a voice from above me. I searched the air for whatever this person was giving me, and recieved a mug of water and two pills.

"How am I meant to do that if I'm lying down?" I said groggily, almost snappy.

A quiet chuckle came from the corner of the room, a moment, and then silence.

"Fair point."

I recognised it was Emmett's voice, and I instantly leaned towards it, into a sitting up position. My head spun, but I managed the swallow the pills before leaning against the headrest of the bed.

The room became clearer. Emmett was sitting on my bed like a big brother, Alice seemed to be sobbing in the corner to Rosalie, and Edward stood in the corner of the room, watching the scene around him. I was laying on my bed, and they were all in my room. So much for privacy these days.

"What the hell happened?" I yawned, starting to stretch my muscles and finding out quickly which ones weren't supposed to be stretched. "Ow," I added.

I noticed very clearly how Edward stiffened to my response to pain.

Hmm, maybe he did care after all.

"I've never seen someone who was more prone to trying to get herself killed than you," Emmett laughed. "You took an awful smack to the head when you fell out of bed. Passed out like a light, you did."

I frowned, rubbing a sore spot on the back of my head. Yes, it was definitely sore, exactly like a corner of a table.

"I did what?" I asked, unclear. That was not how I remembered it at all.

"Fell out of bed," he repeated. "Remind me to move your bedside table to the other side of the room, okay?"

I nodded, still holding my head. But I knew differently. I couldn't have just imagined that whole scene, could I? I couldn't forget her ice cold hands at my throat or her firey red eyes. And I definitely couldn't have done this much damage to the rest of my body by falling out of bed. Out a two story window on the other hand, now that was more believable.

"But what about the girl?" I asked. "Is she okay?"

Emmett looked towards Edward for a brief moment. I don't know what he found there, but he sighed quietly, not a motion for me, and turned to me.

"You must have been dreaming," he told me. "I'm sure she's fine. You're still a bit... delusional."

"No," I told him, looking towards Edward. "I know what I saw."

Edward's eyes were as hard as stone, no expression on his face.

I studied the expressions of the people in the room. Even Alice's face told the same story as the rest of them.

I wouldn't be getting the answers I needed. Not out of them anyway.