Alice's POV
I woke up hearing Bella's voice. I couldn't hear it clearly at first, but then it started to clear. "Please don't kill her," she pleaded, "please!" I thought she was talking about me. I didn't want to die yet! I was too young, and I haven't even made it to one of the fashion shows that I've always wanted to see. I couldn't leave Jasper behind! It would kill him!
I opened my eyes, and when my eyes adjusted, I saw that there was no one there. I sat up to find no one in my room besides Bella and me. She started talking again, "Please, just leave her alone! You can't kill her! She's my mom!" She was almost yelling now. I just learned then that she was talking in her sleep. I never knew anyone to do that, and it was kind of strange, but what she was saying was scaring me.
"Bella, wake up," I said as I shook her. She still wouldn't wake up. She started tossing and turning. "Bella, wake up," I said with a little more volume. Just then, she did something I didn't expect. She screamed. It wasn't one of those screams that were playful at all; it was a blood-curling scream. I started crying then. I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know what was happening.
A few minutes later, Emmett came barging into my room. "Bella, it's okay," he said comfortingly. "It's okay. He's not here; he can never hurt you again. You're safe." He just kept saying things on and on. He didn't stop until she was completely relaxed.
I hadn't noticed that I had moved to the back wall and I was crying until I bumped into the back wall. I looked around and found that my parents and Edward were standing at the door. I quickly ran over to where mom was, and she enveloped me in a hug. I was so scared at what was happening. I couldn't believe that something like that was happening to Bella. I didn't even know what was going on though.
"I'm sorry everyone," Emmett said as he walked towards the door with a sobbing Bella in his arms. "You all can go back to sleep; we'll only be up for a few more minutes." Then he walked passed us with Bella and her bag and into the kitchen.
"Alright," Dad stated, "Everyone get some sleep. Everything can be solved in the morning." He led mom back into their room. Edward and I quickly went back into our rooms, but I couldn't sleep. I didn't know what was going on, and I was too nervous to sleep. When I looked over at the clock, it was three o'clock in the morning.
What was she having a nightmare about? What was it about her mom getting killed? Was she just dreaming about it, or was she reliving a memory? Who was the he Emmett was talking about? I could see that Emmett knew, but who else knew, and how much did they know?
I decided I couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs to go into the kitchen. What surprised me, was someone else was in the room, listening to Emmett and Bella.
Edward's POV
I woke up to a blood-curling scream. I had no clue what was going on, but I could tell that it was from Alice's room. It didn't sound like Alice though; it sounded more like Bella. If someone was hurting her, I swear they would pay.
I quickly got up and ran to my door, just as Emmett passed me and walked into Alice's room. Carlisle and Esme walked out of their room just as I walked into the hallway. When I reached Alice's room, Alice was up against the back wall crying. She was staring intently on Bella.
Bella was a whole different story though. She was hyperventilating and sobbing. It was one of the worst sights that I have ever seen. I don't think any of my pain could compare to hers. I just didn't know what was going on. I wish I did though, so that I could be the one comforting her instead of Emmett. It would have felt so nice to have her in my arms. I knew that wasn't going to happen, so I let that thought slip away.
Soon, Alice was running into Esme's arms. She looked so sad, and I wanted to comfort her, but I knew that Esme would do a better job than me.
"I'm sorry everyone," Emmett said as he walked towards the door with a sobbing Bella in his arms. "You all can go back to sleep; we'll only be up for a few more minutes." Then he walked passed us with Bella and her bag and into the kitchen.
"Alright," Carlisle stated, "Everyone get some sleep. Everything can be solved in the morning." He then led Esme back into their room. Alice and I quickly went back into our rooms, but I couldn't sleep. I decided to fake shutting my door, and then I quietly went downstairs. I saw that it was three o'clock in the morning. I didn't want to go to sleep, not knowing if Bella was okay or not. I decided to listen by the door, but not looking into it. If I did, they would know that I was there.
"Are you okay, Bella," Emmett questioned. He sounded concerned.
"I'm better," she stated. "I just hope that Alice is going to be alright; I think I scared her."
"Don't worry about her for now," Emmett chided, "We have to worry about you first. I shouldn't have let you agree to this sleepover in the first place. It's too much for you. The nightmares have been nonstop since you've moved here, and I knew that it would happen tonight. I just wish that no one else had to see it."
"It's my fault, Emmett," Bella whispered. I could barely hear her from where I was.
"No it's not," Emmett stated. He sounded like he wanted to yell, but I knew that he wouldn't because of the others in this house. "It's that creeps fault. If he hadn't done anything to you, you wouldn't be in this state. You could have been normal like the other kids, but the creep decided to prey on you. I wish I could have met him before he went to jail; I would have given him a good beating too."
"Emmett," Bella gasped. "Don't you ever speak like that again; you understand. Besides, it's in the past. Everyone has to move on from the past sometime."
"The past won't leave you alone though," he countered.
"The past is leaving me alone enough," she corrected him.
"Bella," Emmett stated, "You're not going to get any better. You might need to see a therapist."
"I've already done that Emmett," she stated, "And I never liked it. They treated me as if I wasn't even there, and I was just talking to myself. I don't want to be ignored again by another one. You could basically go in and say whatever you want, and they wouldn't even listen."
"You mean that you can say monkey butt, and you're able to get away with it," he questioned. I could tell that he was trying to make her laugh, but I have never heard her laugh at all. I wish I could, but I can't.
"Yes, you can say monkey butt and get away with it," she stated, but I could hear the smile in her voice. I was happy that she was smiling. It was good for her.
I soon then felt as if someone was behind me. When I looked, it was Alice.
