This place wouldn't have been so horrible if it hadn't meant I was forcefully taken away from my Edward, but I was. And worse off than that I had to watch him lay there on the couch unconscious while I tried to figure a way out of here.

It was a strange feeling being here. Hard to explain. I saw everything, it was like being dead, being a ghost... kind of between that and being asleep.

I could walk around the house, well I kind of floated actually. Like I said would have been so awesome if it wasn't torture.

I could move from room to room through walls, but I couldn't leave the house. Every time I walked out the door I didn't exist until I reappeared right next to Edward. I was pretty sure that he was what was keeping me here, I was glad for that.

I figured out I couldn't sleep, well that I didn't need to actually, so I spent the first night next to Edward.

It was strange... since the beginning, I slept in his arms and he watched me sleep, heard my dreams spoken aloud. Now while he lay unconscious during the night, I watched him, studied his face, grew to love him more, if that was even possible.. especially in one night.

The second day, I tried to escape again. The pain seemed less but I still always ended up back here. So I spent the rest of the day watching the house. It was kind of boring.

Alice sat in her room all day searching for a premonition about me. It was kind of sad but it felt good to know she loved me.

Jasper sat with her, just laying on their bed. Always there for her but trying not to distract her. I felt bad that Alice was to busy to talk to him because she was concentrating on saving me, and Edward.

Rosalie at first just sat brushing her hair in front of her mirror, changed clothes constantly and sat staring into the mirror doing nothing. The second day she came and sat near Edward. I was surprised that she didn't leave his side. She just sat there and held his hand never speaking.

Emmett didn't smile or laugh at all. He sat with Rosalie at the mirror and just watched her. When she went down to be with Edward he followed but she told him she didn't want to be near him right now. So he has been in his room ever since. Just laying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

Esme painted, they were all in black and white. They were of Edward and I. I never noticed how wonderful she was at it. Even with paint she made Edward look like a god. She made it look like we were meant to be together. The fact that all the pictures were happy was even sadder than if they weren't. It broke my heart.

Carlisle stayed with Esme sometimes, he helped her with her paintings. But he mostly spent time with Charlie while he was changing.

I tried to avoid Charlie ... He screamed and screamed and begged for the pain to stop and I didn't want to see this. So I went around the rest of the house watching everyone. Until the night, thats when I went to Edward again. Because thats when Rosalie left him. I wanted to give her some privacy.

The third day of hell started out the same. I wandered around. Everyone was still the same. But I didn't feel so good. Everything hurt. But It was weird I hadn't been able to feel ANYTHING since I got here, and the closer I got to the table where I disappeared from the worse the pain got. So I stayed with Edward, thinking. It was odd I was trying to figure out what this pain was. But it was do dull I couldn't tell what it was so finally after bracing myself I went and laid down20on the table... I was back.

And then the pain was back too. I screamed. And everyone came rushing. My screaming got louder and louder I didn't even notice everyone around me, until it was over. I felt my heart stop, and opened my eyes.

"Bella? Is that you? Oh my lord, Bella!!"

"alice stop screaming..."

"oh sorry" she said as she giggled.

I smiled until I thought about Edward.

I shot up off the table and ran to him full speed, vampire speed.

"Edward, Edward! Please wake up"

He opened his beautiful green eyes.