A/N: I don't own these characters, Stephenie Meyer does.

For as long as I can remember, I've had night terrors. Apparently my mom had them too, when she was human. I don't know how they started, but, I've dealt with them for a very long time. Longer than anyone should have to. Only my mom and dad know. That's all. Not Alice. Alice couldn't see them because dreams are just not set in stone. Not Rosalie, not Jasper, not Emmet. Not Esme or Carlisle. Not even Jacob.

I try my best for them not to effect my life. When I was younger, they were terrible. I had them almost every night. I'd often go days without sleeping, because I didn't want them anymore. I tried not to think about them, so my dad couldn't find out. But they still caught on. So one day I was sleeping, then I started to scream. I was still asleep. My parents came into my room, my dad could see what I was dreaming and I mom just touched my hand. I of course, had to tell them everything. I had no way around it.

Then one day, about a month after that night, my dad told me he had created a medicine that would be right for me and wouldn't be effected by my body. The first was an anti-depressant. The reason for this is because my terrors had caused me to become increasingly depressed. The other was to help stop them. They worked. But I still had them, but much less. I only had them about 6 times a year. I would take that and be grateful.

Tonight was one of those nights.

In my dream, I was running though the woods. Stumbling throughout my journey.

There was a man. I didn't know who he was . Or what he was.

He was chasing me.

I let out a blood curdling scream.

He was gaining in on me.

My foot got caught over a branch.

He towered over me.

" Please," I cried. " Please." I kept on crying.

And after what felt like hours pleading, begging for my life, I felt someone shaking me.

" RENESMEE. WAKE UP. PLEASE." he said.

I opened my eyes.

" Oh my god. Dad," I held him as tight as I could, realizing I was safe.

"You're safe." he said.

"No, no, no, no," I cried into his shoulder.

" Edward. I hear something from the woods-" my mom said, rushing into my room.

" It was terrible," I said into my knees. I was holding onto my knees as though it was the only thing that kept me from falling to pieces .

" Renesmee, honey what was it? What was in the dream?" My mom asked soothingly. It didn't matter what tone she said it in. It didn't help.

I looked her directly into her eyes. And while I did this, I could see my own. Tears pouring out of them.

" I can't . I can't. It's too hard." I voice cracked.. It was too hard. I hated to show my parents what my terrors were about. I didn't want them to fear what I feared . They needed to be fearless so I could be like them. But they weren't. And I knew that . But I couldn't help but wish.

" Sweetheart. We need to know what happened." My dad said, bring my face up.

I put out my hand .

My mother took it.

I clutched it.

And then it all came back.

It was bad enough to live through it once. This was torture. But they had to know.

They had to know.

I gave an exact replica of the dream. Every single step I ran, down to the last tear I cried. If I hadn't know I was awake, I'd thought that I was reliving it. My own personal torture in my own personal hell.

As I thought it, they saw it. I couldn't bear to look at them. I couldn't see the looks of pain I knew were taking over their beautiful faces.

Then I looked up. They were both crying tearless, broken sobs. Even my dad.

" I'm going to be sick." I said.

I got up and ran to the bathroom. I slammed the door unintentionally and lifted up the lid and retched.

Physically seeing people in pain made me sick. Especially when I knew I was the cause of their pain.

After I was done I clean it up and turned on the sink. I cupped my hands and let the water fill them. I drank and rinsed my mouth. I slowly splashed water on my face, in the hopes it would calm me. I looked up.

In the mirror, I looked torn. Worn down. I looked like a person who had been through more than they deserved to. I starred as the water streaked down my cheeks. I didn't know if I was still crying. I dried my face off and slowly started for the door, I put my hands on the handle but I couldn't get my hands to twist and open it. I turned around and slid down the door.

I ran my hands through my hair. This wasn't like any other time I'd had them.

I heard my parents talk quietly from my room.

" I don't know what to do Edward." my mom sounded worried.

" I don't know either. The medication is doing it's job. It's impossible to stop them completely, but its better than nothing. Remember what it used to be? We should be thankful. It could be worse." He said, comforting her.

" I know, but I can't help but…hope that this will all be over soon. But, if they haven't gone away by now, I don't think they will ever. I hate to say it." she said.

" I know. I know."

I couldn't take this. I opened the door and walked back to my room.

" It's not you fault. Mom, really, the medication is doing its job. And Dad, I can't thank you enough for making it. Its changed my life in so many ways, I can't even count. I couldn't ask for anything better. Really" I smiled.

" Okay. Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

" I can't really say I'm okay, but, I'm better than I was 15 minuets ago." I said.

" Do you think you can go back to sleep?" my dad asked.

I looked at the clock: it was 3:15.

" Not at all." I said bluntly.

My dad whispered in my mom's ear. " I have this. We'll be back in a few hours." he kissed my mom's hair.

" Alright. Be safe." she agreed.

" We will. Okay, Renesmee, get dressed. Meet me down stairs." he smiled.

" Kay." I said.

I knew where we were going. So I quickly put on a shirt , some pants and my mom told me not to forget a jacket.

Mothers.

I kissed my mom on the cheek and said, " It's really not your fault mom. It's not anyone's fault. We're picking our clothes out together, right?" I said.

" Yeah, I guess." she sighed.

" I love you Mom" I said.

" I love you too. Now, go. Let me wallow here all alone." she smiled.

" I think I will." I replied.

" Alright, I'm ready." I said ,going down the stairs.

He looked at me. " Oh really?" he said, smiling.

" Yes. Now lets go." I said.

" Really? Are you ready?" he asked.

" YES I AM!" I said.

" So, you're going to wear your slippers?" he asked.

" You know what old man!" I said trying to walk to the corner where we put our shoes. " Maybe I do!" I put on a shoe. " Maybe I want to wear my M &M slippers.'" put on another shoe.

" Very stealth I must say." My dad said laughing.

" I thought so too." I said.

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" Oh this looks good," I said, picking out an old vinyl.

My dad and I were at an old record store that was open 24 hours a day.

We came here on nights like these. For some reason, both my dad and I, found peace in just looking through history told by music. And vinyl records used to be a dying art form, but for the past few years, it'd slowly came back.

Mostly due to nights like these.

" Let me see," he said.

I turned it over to him.

" It does. Oh, and look at this." he said, holding it out to me.

" NO! " I gasped.

" Yeah. I thought they were all out of print, but I guess not." he said.

It was a limited edition Fear Before The March Of Flames record.

" Alright, I think this is more than enough." I said, holding the 6 records I found.

Then I looked at my dad, he had about 8.

" Me too. Lets go pay." he said.

So we walked up to the counter and Brandon rang everything up.

Brandon was the owner of the store. We've come to know Brandon my dad and I.

Plus he was a vampire. He lived in the flat above the store with his mate, Lydia. Lydia and I were really good friends. She was more of an aunt to me in some ways. She's very spiritual. She likes astrology. Okay, she's a hippie. But still, I've grown to coming over a lot. But since I've been so involved with school I haven't had time to catch up.

" Ah, good choices. I must say." Brandon said.

" Tell Lydia I said hi. I might come over in the week. I haven't talked to her in forever." I said.

" So I've been told. I'll tell her." he smiled.

" Bye." my dad and I both said as we walked out.

We walked on the side walk and then got into the car.

" I feel like I did something to disserve them. I don't know what. I don't know why. I just feel like this is my punishment." I admitted.

" That's how I felt too. I felt that my new life was punishment for something. I felt that way for a very long period of time." he said.

" But I feel like this is a lifelong punishment. Like I'm condemned."

" Once again, that's what I thought. I thought that I was too. That my soul had been taken away. But I can say that from what I've been through, that that was just what I had to deal with, now, I've gotten to the good part of life. I met Bella. Then you came along and now, I feel as though my life is complete. It might not be perfect, but I can't complain." he said.

" I can't either. How long did it take you to get out of that phase?" I asked.

" About 88 years." he said. " But that's me. Everyone takes their amount of time." he said turning around the corner.

" I hope you're right. I hope that not that I don't stop the terrors, well, I want them to stop, but I don't think they will. I just hope that I'll find balancing life and them better." I said.

" Let's hope that it doesn't take you 88 years." he said thoughtfully.

" Oh god yes. " I laughed.

Then we drove in throughout the way home, in the closest thing we knew to silence.

A/N: As you can see, this story has had a dark turn. But, I thought this story needed an edge. So I interwove the whole night terror thing. Don't worry, it's still going to have the humor. Maybe even more. Just a little drama in there too. And THANK YOU FOR 11 REVIEW! You guys are awesome. Lets aim for 12 this time! I think I deserve it because this chapter is SO LONG, and I got it out in a week. But I didn't want to break it up into 2 parts. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! Oh, if you're looking for a FANTASTIC fanfic, try Its Been 98 Years by xparawhorextwerdx. Its so addictive!

Best,

Melissa