Bella POV:

There was something I really liked about Edward. Perhaps it was his kindness, perhaps it was his beauty—either way, I was addicted. I wanted more of him.

I listened to my thoughts as I let go of reality, finally escaping to my unconsciousness once more. I honestly don't know if I am asleep right now as I think of my new life and of Edward. Maybe everything is just some twisted reality; some sick joke that was all just a dream, a twisted dream.

I wish it was. Was it too much to ask for?

"May I come in?" Someone was calling me. From where?

I didn't answer.

"I'd really like to come in, will you please let me?"

I walked over to the brown, wooden door. It was decorated with beautiful carvings of lions.

"I promise that one day we can see each other …"

The door gently opened, and no one was on the other side. "Are you the person who's been calling me all this time?" I could hear myself talk into the open and empty hallway.

There was no one outside the door, no one there to talk to. There was never anyone on the other side of that beautiful door.

My shoulder ached, my veins pulsed. "Ow!" I whimpered.

I could feel something moving in my right arm. It was getting stronger, more violent. "Stop it!"

I forced my eyes open and saw my mother. A look of grief and pain was visible in her expression.

"Did it hurt that much?" My doctor known as Carlisle worried. I looked at my arm and saw the hugest needle extracting blood. My stomach churned. "It was just a little—"

"I'm fine!" I tried to cheer everyone up. I refused to let my eyes wonder back to the needle.

What another weird dream. I can't seem to tell the difference between reality and dreams anymore. Where was the line between reality and fantasy? Every time I start to think that everything is coming together perfectly, my dreams confuse me.

Who were the people in them? And most importantly, what do they want with me?

Edward POV:

I didn't have time to hunt, as I knew I wouldn't. I stayed standing on the staircase that lead to Bella's room. To be honest, I'm scared. I didn't smell anything unusual in the house; I didn't find any clues in the living room or kitchen. There was nothing around the house either. The only thing that could lead me anywhere was Bella's cell phone.

It was in her room—but I wasn't sure if I wanted to go there. After everything that happened, I wasn't sure I could look at her room the same way anymore. Her room brought happy memories, the type of memories that had old Bella in it. The same, old Bella that remembered and fell in love with me, it almost seemed like years ago. Sadly, I wasn't too sure what the new Bella thought of me.

If she even thought of me.

I lost track of time as I stood outside the door to Bella's room. I shuddered, finally oppressing the last of my painful thoughts. I flung the door open and stared into the same room I've seen so many times before. The only unusual thing I saw was Bella's sweater lying on the floor.

I walked in slowly and breathed in the settled air. It was such a sweet smell, a crisp taste. Like strawberries. Of course, Bella's scent was everywhere, but there was a new smell. It was awfully familiar though—always tying back to Bella. How I wanted her. I want her to remember everything; I want her to remember me. I'm scared I'll never get her back, never make her remember the old times. Although it may be better if she doesn't … I still love her.

Beep, Beep, Beep. Bella's phone snapped me back into reality.

I quickly looked around the room, under the bed, in the closet, all while listening to the noise. I captured the noise becoming louder the moment I accidentally stepped on Bella's sweater. I picked it up and the phone fell out of its pocket.

Just what I thought—unknown caller. I breathed in and flipped the phone open. "Hello?"

Static filled my ears. "Hello—ge—"

"What?" I asked patiently. "What do you want with Bella?" the question I've wanted to ask for so long finally slipped out.

The static finally cut off with a click, relieving my ears from pain. "Get out." A deep eerie voice echoed. It was almost computerized.

"Get out? From wh—" I paused the moment he cut me off.

"Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out …" The voice repeated dully. It was really creepy.

"You aren't going to tell me what to do—I'm going to find you." I stood my ground.

The dull, deep, and eerie voice finally stopped repeating its words of warning. "Hello …?" I whispered as I heard a click.

I jumped; a girl sobbing violently and crashes of glass rang through the phone. It almost made me want the creepy voice back. Someone was messing with my mind. I held the cell phone away from my ear in disbelief.

"Get out!" the sobbing girl screeched. Silence then filled the room when the phone hummed—it was an open line.

I slowly sat down on Bella's bed; everything that just happened was unbelievable. I listened closely to the silence of the house, it was enjoyable. But I know I'm not alone anymore. Whoever those people where, they wanted me out of the house.