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Readers: Oh wow the last chapter was so happy and sentimental I bet things are going to be all uphill from now on-

Me: Lol no.

That night I dream of Royce King. Just when I'd felt like I was healing my past caught back up to me, making me bleed just enough that I knew I was past saving.

My parents betrayal stung. But not as much as this did. The constant fear that I carried inside of me everywhere I went. The fear that the world would be pulled out from underneath me again. The overwhelming obsession that I needed to succeed at everything I did; something that had been drilled into me since birth.

Even in my dreams, I was never safe.

I constantly wish I could forget, that I could start things over. Forget the memories that flood through me like poison, slowly killing me from the inside. His voice is what I wish to rid myself of the most. I would do anything to forget Royce King's voice, or to forget Royce in general.

In my dream I'm sitting in my old house. It's huge much like Carlisle and Esme's; but it lacked the warm feeling that The Cullen's home radiated. I see my parents, but they can't see me. My old room is occupied by another little girl. The letters on the wall of my room that used to say Rosalie now say a different name. This little girl is pretty like I used to be-maybe prettier, and my parents give her hugs and tell her they love her, not seeming to miss me at all.

Royce is in the dream too. Talking happily to my parents; my dad shakes hands with him, my mom laughs at a joke he makes. Instead of being furious he had hurt me, my parents were treating him like a friend. The worst part was...no one remembered me.

When I wake up I can hear someone humming. It's a soft low sound, that sounds strangely familiar.

I open my eyes and there he is.

Sitting calmly on the edge of my twin bed is none other then Royce King. Looking as classically handsome and important as he usually did. He stops humming when he notices I'm looking at him.

I try to scream but it feels as though someone had placed a strip of duct tape over my mouth. The only noise that I'm able to get to leave me is a muffled whimper.

"I'mcoming for you Rosalie. Do you hear me? I'm coming to find you."

His voice is enough to send shivers through my spine. Royce smiles at me, I notice he's holding a glass of liquor. He leans in towards me- and that is when I finally regain my voice, and let out a blood curdling scream.

I stop screaming when I wake up. Gasping for air I panic because I realize I can't breathe. The world is spinning and my head hurts and things I don't want to remember are forcing themselves back into my thoughts.

It feels like it's hours before Carlisle and Esme race into my room. Their lips are moving but no sound reaches my ears. The covers on my bed that had seemed so welcoming and comfortable only two days before suddenly felt like they were suffocating me. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to tell Carlisle this, but I couldn't figure out how to force the words out of my mouth.

I flailed wildly trying to kick the sheets off of my body and let out a scream when Esme tried to help pull them off me.

"Rosalie. Calm down. Shhh your okay. You're safe. I'm here you're safe." Carlisle's soothing voice eventually works its way into my ears.

I clutch my arms tightly to my chest. I'm still unable to breathe and I feel like I'm going to die. What was happening to me?

"Just breathe honey. You're okay." I'm so worked up I can't tell whether the voice belongs to Carlisle or Esme.

It takes a long time, but with soothing noises coming out of both Carlisle and Esme and the light on in my room I'm able to calm myself down.

I uncurl out of my fetal position once I can breathe again and am convinced that I'm safe-at least for the time being.

Esme and Carlisle both let out visible sighs of relief and take this as the okay to talk to me.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" Esme asks, sitting on the edge of my mattress and holding my hand in her own.

I notice that Carlisle and Esme are both still in pyjamas and look beyond exhausted. Despite exhaustion all their attention is focused on me, and I can't help but think it's nice to feel important and loved.

"I'm so sorry." I apologize.

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, none of this is your fault." Carlisle looks angry, but his anger doesn't seem to be directed at me.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Esme asks, sounding like she genuinely cared.

"It was just a bad dream." I say stiffly, leaving out any details. I wasn't ready to tell Carlisle and Esme what happened to me, and I wasn't sure I ever would be.

"Rosalie that was a panic attack," Carlisle explains. "Have you ever had a panic attack before?"

"No." I automatically respond, not wanting to bring up any questions about my parents or Royce.

I push myself farther up on my pillows and become aware of a pain in my side. I notice a stain of red on the front of my Pyjama top the same time Esme does.

"Carlisle, I think Rosalie popped one of her stitches." Esme says gently, never letting go of my hand.

It was shocking just how quickly things could fall apart.

I head to my office to get everything I'd need to stitch Rosalie back up. Luckily, it was only a small tear in the cut left from her surgery, and was only one of the many stitches that popped. It must have been her wild kicking and rolling while attempting to push off her covers that had caused her cut to reopen.

I would never be able to wipe the sight of Rosalie having a panic attack out of my memory. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to see. Seeing her in so much pain and struggling for breath was heartbreaking.

I knew it was my job to stay strong for her, but there was times I felt like crying for the little girl.

"Dad?" Jasper whisper shouts as I walk by his room.

I was hoping none of the kids had been woken up by Rosalie's scream to save her from having to explain it. I also should have known that Jasper was far too observant for his own good, and would be the first person up if anything were wrong. I was very thankful he'd stayed in his room and didn't go into Rosalie's when she was mid-panic attack.

"You okay kiddo?" I ask Jasper, crouching next to his bed for a moment.

"Is Rosalie going to be okay?" The small boy asks innocently, looking up at me with big eyes.

"I think she's going to be just fine." I told him gently, rubbing his hair comfortingly.

I prayed that I was right.

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