AN: OK. I know it has been a LONG time since chapter 6. Yea, I've been plenty'a busy. I've been trying to read the Harry Potter series before Friday, which if you don't know(I hate you if you don't!) is the day.. well..night that the 7th book comes out!!! ya!!! I know! I can't wait.

Anyways I've been working full time as well. So that means very little time to write. When I do get to write, I'm working on my novel. BUT! I had some time tonight. I put down Goblet of Fire.. and I write a chapter for my friends! I'm awesome, I know.

CHAPTER 7

Here I lay, alone in my lonely bedroom. I watch the glimmer of moonlight that wafts it's way in from between my nearly-closed curtains. It's been hard for me to keep myself awake lately. I've been home a week and haven't left my bedroom yet. Well, I have to shower and do other human things, but that's it. I've barely eaten either. Charlie brings me in some food whenever he thinks I might be hungry. He always ends up taking my almost full plate from the last meal back downstairs with him.

I'm awake now. And I'm suddenly quite hungry. I roll over and stand up on the floor. It takes me a moment to let my mind control my legs, but soon I'm slowly heading down the stairs to the kitchen. It's pitch black,and I feel around for a light switch. As the lights flicker on, I realize how silent it is. I'd be scared, but I've used up all my fears by now. Charlie is upstairs sleeping.I walk to the fridge and pull it open. I'm surprised by the effort it takes me. I peer inside and see a leftover pizza. I guess it's better than nothing. I pull it out and place a cold piece of pizza on a plate before putting it in the microwave oven. I stand there, one hand on my bandaged stomach, as I watch the food turn around and around. The farmiliar scent of tomatoe sauce fills my nostrils and I can't help but cough. I hold back the sudden need to vomit. I stop the microwave and then fall back onto one of the kitchen chairs. My breathing comes in short and deep. It's suddenly warm in here.

I stand up and walk to the front door, unlocking it and walking out onto the front step. I sit down and put my hands over my ears, which are ringing madly. I look up to the sky but the moon is blocked by a large grey cloud.

"Edward?" I whisper slowly. Nothing changes. I hear an owl hooting from the forest behind the house. It's kind of cold, so I rub my palms together.

"Fine." I murmer. "I'll talk." I look around, but I can't see him. but I know he's here. "I heard. I heard you and my mom talking at the hospital." I take in a long breath. " Only a bit of it though."

"Did you hear everything I said?" His voice comes to me. I don't know from which direction.

"Most of it." I whisper. No one answers. I stand up, ready to go back indoors where it's warm. I'm not feeling sick anymore. I turn around towards the door, and he's standing there.

"I knew you were here." I said.

"Wouldn't leave your side again." He smiles. He reaches out and takes my hand in his. He pulls me towards him. I whimper in his arms.

"I'm going to kill Rosalie." I whisper.

"I'm going to help you."