I felt like I was surfacing, like I had been swimming and was finally swimming towards the top. I could see light creeping in around me, hear low voices, and feel how cold I was. It felt oddly pleasant, waking up, even knowing what faced me. I felt cold hands on me, moving me to a sitting position, being gentle, using a pillow to support my head.

"She's confused, she's waiting for something," That voice again, I knew that I had heard it before, I just couldn't remember when. "Carlisle let her see you; she's starting to panic, and fighting to stay in control"

I was suddenly looking into the face of my blonde savior. I couldn't help but think I wished he had just let me die. Why save me just to destroy me again.

"She thinks we're going to hurt her'

"Shh, it's okay, we just want to help you, to understand what happened to you." My fair-haired savior spoke. "We won't harm you"

I opened my mouth to speak; my voice was a squeak, my tongue so dry it scraped against my lips making them crack.

"Edward, please bring me a glass of water."

I tried to wrap my hands around the glass, to bring it to my lips, but was unable.

"Here, let me help you," He brought the glass to my lips; I greedily gulped, almost gagging myself in the process.

"W-w-who are you?" My voice was barely a whisper, "Where am I?"

"I'm Carlisle, this is my son Edward," he gestured toward to man standing at the foot of my bed, "you're in our home, friends of ours found you and brought you here"

"Carlisle, she's starting to panic"

I felt a cold hand on my arm, Carlisle, "It's ok, we don't have to do this now, and we have plenty of time once you're feeling up to it."

I looked at him, into his eyes; I didn't think he was lying. All I wanted in that moment was sleep, I wrapped my arms around my middle and tried not to shiver.

I felt someone drape a blanket around me as I drifted off.

I woke to the sunlight pouring in through the window; I turned to face it, feeling the warmth hitting my skin. I tried to sit up, to swallow the feeling of cottony sandpaper in my throat. My eyes landed on a cup next to a pitcher on the table next to the bed. My hands shaking I reached out for the cup, I was able to lift it to my lips, but after I felt exhausted. I couldn't believe that picking up a glass would drain me like that.

I looked to the door; I knew he would be standing there, waiting for me. "Carlisle" I whispered the name.

"Good morning, you've been out for while, glad to see that you could wake up"

My thoughts were so jumbled, so disjointed. I let my head fall back into the pillow behind it, trying to gather my thoughts.

My voice was hoarse, "Who am I?"

I saw a flicker of confusion cross his face, he took a step towards me, "You don't know?"

I could feel the panic starting to rise up, an overwhelming urge to run building. He must have seen the panic, the room suddenly felt calm, I felt relaxed. I looked to see if he had dome something to the IV running into my arm, but it hadn't been touched.

"Why don't you tell me what you remember, what brought you here."

I took a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts, trying to tie together all the pieces that were fading in and out of focus in my mind. I glanced around, a sea faces peering at me. Carlisle saw the question, he quietly introduced everyone.

"I think I wanted to die, I was running away." "Escaping" "I was cold, then suddenly I was warm, something soft surrounded me, then I was swirling around in darkness." "I think I came to a time or two" I looked around, making eye contact with Alice, I asked, "I had a bath?" She nodded her head at me. "You," I pointed at Edward, "you were in my head, or my thoughts" I was still confused, "you told Carlisle what I was thinking, what I needed." I looked over to Emmett and Rosalie, "were you watching me sleep, I think I saw you at the window," they both nodded.

I swallowed; I reached for the glass again, needing to sooth my dry mouth. As I gulped the water I shivered.

Bella stood, reaching into a closet for a blanket; she spread it out over me. I could only smile up in gratitude.

Esme broke the silence, "Do you think you might feel up to getting out of bed, I think someone would be able to help get you moved downstairs, you could eat something that didn't come from an IV bag, and we can fill you in on everything that's happened since you arrived."

I nodded, thankful that I was completely covered in blankets when Emmett reached for me and laid me on the couch downstairs. I was even more grateful when Jasper started a fire in the fireplace.

Once I was brought downstairs it was like feeling life pour back into my body. I sat up; trying to swallow my fears I tried to talk to everyone. Alice swept over to me, plopping down on the couch next to me with a flourish, I was startled at first, flinching as an image of her biting me flashed in my mind.

Edward who had been watching me intently, whispered something too low for me to hear, and when I looked up Alice had moved to a chair. I looked down, biting my lip, so far everyone had been so nice, so caring, I hadn't meant to offend.