Gracias for the reviews, I get a kick out of reading all of them. :] This is mostly about getting to know Bella a little bit more.

Chapter Six

BPOV

I don't remember my blankets being this hard. But, I thought dreamily, the warmth was worth the hardness, I snuggled in deeper. Frowning, I noticed that it was also more constricting than usual. It was hard to move, only direction to go was inward. So I went the only way I could, and mmmm, it smelled amazing. I smiled sleepily.

A while later, a shaft of sunlight hit my face, I unhappily tried to scoot upward. The blanket tightened around me. What the hell? Unwillingly, I opened my eyes and bit back a scream. Edward Cullen's face was inches from mine, his sweet breath blowing on my face. My eyes were wide, what was going on?

Dimly, I recalled waking up from a nightmare and seeing Edward standing in front of me. I grimaced in horror as I remember breaking down and sobbing in his arms, everything after that was a blur. I slowly tried to disengage myself from his arms, but they tightened around me again. He groaned as I tried to pull away, and buried his face in my hair.

Shit. How was I going to get out without waking him up. I instantly recoiled from waking him up, it would be way too awkward. But if I could slip out while he was still asleep.... No chance, I thought, his arms like vises around me. Damn it, I would have to wake him up if I wanted to move. It was too confusing to lie in his arms. He smelled amazing and I felt too....protected with him holding me. Safety was the last thing I should feel around Edward Cullen.

I studied his face, his eyelashes sending shadows down his cheeks, his perfectly chiseled lips curved slightly upward. Looks, I admitted, were something he was not lacking on. I could feel the muscles in his arms that were gripping me. His legs pressed up against mine, one slightly situated between my thighs. I slowly pulled my legs back, the only part of me that had any movement. Double fuck, I had to wake him up.

"Edward," I said his name softly, part of me hoping he wouldn't wake up, because I didn't want things to be even weirder between us. I sighed when he didn't open his eyes or react any way other than pulling me closer. A strange side of me wanted to curl up in his arms, fall back asleep, dreamless without nightmares. I hastily ignored that part and spoke his name louder. "Edward!"

He groaned, his eyes slowly opening. I gasp when I saw his eyes. I'd never been very good at reading people. But the look in his eyes… I saw lust. The golden depths were swirling with it. My breath caught and I quickly shoved all emotion away. "Let me up!" It came out more panicked than I'd meant it to. Awareness dawned upon him and he slowly pulled his body back.

"Are you O.K.?"

I fought back my panic and pretended to be oblivious, "I'm great!"

He frowned at me, obviously not appreciating my Tony the tiger impression. "You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to..just know…" he broke off looking frustrated, "I'm here if you ever need to talk about anything."

It was hard to keep a blank face, and not betray how much that offer meant to me. I jerkily nodded, and he slowly got out of the bed. I sat up and watched as he walked out and closed the door behind him. The emotion exploding out of me, but not in a bad way, I fell back against my pillows and rolled. The pillow smelled like him.

I was deranged. I was lying here, sniffing the pillow of a guy who would hate me once he got to know me. If he ever got to know me. I wondered about what I'd believe that I'd seen in his eyes… but… no, it couldn't have been about me. He'd just woken up; he hadn't been reacting to holding me. I blushed, burying my face even deeper into the pillow.

Next time I saw him was going to be embarrassing as hell. 1) I knew what he'd been dreaming about even if he didn't remember. 2)I'd literally bawled my eyes out in his arms. I hated being weak in front of people. Honestly, now that I thought about it, Edward was only the third person to see me cry since I was 14, since the accident. I'd broken down in front of Charlie a few months after it had happened, he was the first.

Then once with Jessica. We'd been going to the mall, it had been raining, but she'd pleaded with me to go. Pulling into the lot, she'd driven in front of someone and the other car had come within inches of hitting us. In the parking lot, Jessica had stopped to find me hyperventilating on the floor of the car. It had been a turning point in our friendship; I'd broken down and told her everything.

She'd been surprisingly sincere that day. After I'd poured out my story, she'd told me about her mom's bipolar issues, her dad's drinking and workaholic problems. All of this occurred in the malls parking lot. It was now a tradition for us to drive to the mall and hang out the first Sunday of August, National Friendship Day.

Jess hadn't been what I'd expected. She played the stupid, rich girl act well… but with me, she was real. She wasn't an air-head, though she did say 'like' a bit too much. She was intelligent, pretty and the best friend I could ask for. It was surprisingly easy to open up to her. I knew that she' d never tell anyone what I'd told her in confidence.

After the wreck I'd been broken, literally and figuratively. I gently ran my fingers along my scar, thinking without remembering. I'd gone through surgery after surgery, they could fix my broken bones and internal bleeding, but they could never fix the bleeding that happened deeper in me. I had faded away, sleepwalking through life, nothing had been real anymore. Besides the nightmares that had woken me up night after night, screaming, drenching in sweat.

I hadn't cried or talked about it, the pain too deep to comprehend. I'd been sent to therapist after therapist, but most of my sessions had resulted in me just staring blankly at them for hours without talking. And then everything had gotten worse. My therapist at the time, my fifth I believe, had prescribed me anti-depressants. What was scarier than feeling pain was feeling nothing at all. It had taken away everything, I couldn't feel the love for my mom, I couldn't feel the pain at losing her. That had led to my demise.

I jerked myself up, enough self-pity, I decided. I was going to take control. Pushing myself off the bed, I pulled on jeans and a hoodie, brushed my hair, and studied myself quizzically in the mirror. It would have to do, I didn't want to look too dressed up.

I was about to do what could possibly be the hardest thing I'd ever done. Harder than pulling myself out of the black abyss that I had fallen into. I was going to befriend Edward Cullen.

Sorry it's so short, just wanted to post before I pass out from lack of caffiene. I should have Chapter 7 up this weekend too.