(A/N yes another one! Aren't I fabulous?)

Chapter 7 : Imaginary. Song is off the origin album of Evanescence- not Fallen. Don't own Imaginary or Twilight. Evan. And S.M. Do respectively.

Edward's POV

I sit musing in my room, I had just left the practice area.

When she left I was anything but stable. I could see she was memorized by my song sn my voice. I smiled inwardly. I wanted her to like me. Where did that come from? I never need anyone to like me. Normally I was stationary but now I can't seem to stop pacing. Its just seems unreal to me. Yesterday I was so sure that I didn't want a girl in our band. Now I know she is perfect- she just fit. And that was amazing to me. Truly.

My revelation seemed to resonate in my head. I knew in that moment that she would drive me crazy…that she would spark things that I wanted to forget. I want to forget her. But I can't her eyes and the heart she wears so well on her sleeve. I can tell she wants to hide her emotions almost as much as I am capable of doing.

She was beautiful and I am the monster that lurks on the inside. The inside of myself. I know I'm introverted. And I know she is not. I tasted her name upon my lips- the curves of my mouth perfectly forming her name. Bella. I sighed.

I felt some unnamable emotion rise up in my chest and I knew I had to write. Write about something other than myself, with different places and people. Anything to stop from feeling that emotion.

Everything I try to write reminds me of her. I can't get her out of my head. Is that even healthy?

But as I write the words have never felt so true and they have never flowed so well. They flow and are refreshing like running water. But then sarcasm bubbles up from the pit of my stomach. Turning, I throw my work into the garbage. I don't even bother to rip them up.

Maybe someday I will be ready to face it. Just not now. I get up from my desk and quickly change my clothes. I set my alarm and timer on my ihome and slowly drift off to sleep…only to dream of her and hear her voice inside my head.

Bella's POV

I leave his house and I still am feeling the after affects of his presence. I stumble and not surprisingly I get a gash on the inside of my arm. Crying angry tears I try to stop the blood.

It doesn't stop.

I know that I must've cut something important. That has always been my lot in life. As I become weaker from the lost blood, and from the smell, I feel my conscious slowly slip away.

My last thought is that I hope someone finds me.

Carlisle's POV

Looking out my window, I find that I am lost in the stars. Reading has always been a comfort to me as has my wife Esme and my adopted children. I look down and I see a girl on the ground, laying a pool of blood.

I yell for Esme who is in the next room. She takes one look at my face as I hurriedly grab my bag and rush down the steps and through the front yard. She knows to get the supplies ready.

Fortunately, this girl hadn't bled out too much. She must have just nicked herself in the vein. I apply pressure to stop the bleeding and carry her inside. When I start stitching her she awakes.

She tells me that her name is Bella and that she is very sorry for the inconvenience. I just tell her she was lucky that I was a doctor. I see the light of recognition flash in her eyes and I know she knows who I am. I tell her to call me Carlisle.

"Okay Carlisle. But do you mind if I sing? It helps me to focus on something other than the blood" says she. I nod and then send Esme to get Alice, who will hopefully bring a new shirt for Bella.

Bella soon starts to sing softly and I can see that she is just like Edward. She sings her emotions- but unlike Edward she is aware that she does.

Edward's POV

I hear Esme rushing around in Alice's room with Alice. I get up and look out my door. Alice has a shirt and Esme tells Alice that she needs it because she was bleeding. I start to worry.

Who could the myserious bleeder be?

When I get closer to dad's study I hear a voice softly singing. Bella….and she is hurt. I can hear Alice scream "Oh my god Bella" but I know that she will be okay. The mosr amazing part is that she was singing without any pain inflections. Standing outside the door I once again am captivated by her voice.

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me

I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story

If you need to leave the world you live in
Lay your head down and stay a while
Though you may not remember dreaming
Something waits for you to breathe again

In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me.

After she stops I quietly make the way back to my room. I know she is in good hands. I drift quietly off to sleep.

AN: another one. Yeah. Please don't just add me to your faves…please review. It helps me write bigger and better things. Please? Ty.