I really hope this chapter isn't confusing. I tried to make it as simple as I can; just read through it to the end and it should make sense!! :)

x 1InaMillion x

Treasure POV

In my dream, I have to run. The sun has gone. It's blanketed by the stormy clouds and for some reason this scares me. I glance to my right; I see wet sand and to my left - just endless sea; crashing waves.

I run faster. I can feel my muscles burning, protesting. I'm not sure if I'm running to or from, but I know that I must run. The sea laps up to my ankles, soaking my old flip flops which I hadn't realised I was wearing. I kick them off but my foot catches and I fall into the dark wet sand.

"Treasure!" The strangled cry comes from way out at sea. Suddenly I realise just what I'm running to. Jack.

"TREASURE!" Again, more urgent. A mighty wave crashes and water sprays onto my face. It makes no difference as my cheeks are already soaked with tears. Jack.

Jack.

I wake up gasping for air. I roll over urgently and that's when I see him. Jack has his fingers interlocked with mine and he smiles at me.

"Hey" he murmurs "How did you sleep?"

"Good" I lie "Real good"

"Little liar" His grin grows wider. I moan softly and press my head in the pillow. He plays with my hair gently. "Going to Michigan today" I smile into my pillow.

"I'm really gonna miss you sweetheart" Jack sighs. "Say hi to Renesmee for me"

I roll out of bed and Jack stays on it. I glance back at the bed. My covers are tangled up in the position I was lying in a few seconds ago. Just me. Alone on the empty bed.

I stare at the white and black bed sheets, imagining him, imagining exactly where he would lay if he were here now. He is real, I know he is. OhMyGod Jack.

My lungs hurt. The hurt badly. Damn asthma. I breathe in as hard as I can but I can't seem to take in enough air. I'm struggling now, grasping my bedside table, bent over double. Black spots form in front of my eyes and I panic. What little breath I can take in sound ragged and I start wheezing. A horrible, unnatural sound. I grab my little blue inhaler.

When I have finally pulled myself together, I pad over to Indigo's bedroom in my fluffy slippers, stretching out my stiff arms. I can see a dark head of hair over his blanket.

"Rise and shine Ingo. Wakey wakey!!"

He snores at me. I frown "Get up or I won't take you and Aurora swimming next week"

He stirs, and murmurs "Gimme ten minutes, Tress" I roll my eyes and flick the light switch on. He cusses and throws his arm over his eyes to block out the light. I stomp out of his room, but I'm back a few seconds later, demanding to know where Aurora is.

"How should I know?" he answers, still pissed about me waking him at eight o'clock on a Saturday morning. At that moment we hear a horrible scream from downstairs. Indigo jumps out of bed but I'm already halfway down the stairs. Aurora is sprawled on the floor next to the little trampoline, her pink cheeks covered in tears. I see a tiny cut on her leg and an already-purpling bruise framing the cut

"Aw Rory sweetie, did you bash your leg?" I pull her up into my arms, even though she's far too old.

Mum comes running in from her studio in the garden. She has the same colour hair as me, pitch black, except that mine is straight and mine has blue bits. Parts of my hair are dyed blue; bright blue, to match my eyes. Mum's dressed in light floaty clothes that nearly hide her round pregnant stomach. Her hair is held up with chopsticks. I notice she has a forgotten paintbrush stuck behind her ear, like I do with pencils. Mum looks worriedly around "Is anyone hurt? I herd screaming..."

"Aurora fell off the trampoline" I say, frowning "Why were you trampolining at eight in the morning?"

"I woke early and was bored, so I came down and watched TV but then I...I – !" She starts crying in earnest now. Fifteen minutes later, she's sitting on the couch with a Mr Bump band aid and a glass of orange juice. I take a fluffy towel and hurry upstairs to have a shower. After twenty minutes later I'm dressed simply and my hair is damp and brushed out. Mum comes carefully in to my room with her hands resting protectively on her swollen stomach.

"Hey" she says, sitting down on the window seat.

"Hi" I say over my shoulder, busy packing my rucksack for travelling by plane to Michigan today. I turn around to see her watching me with piercing blue eyes. "Decided on any names yet?" I say, glancing at her belly.

"Yes. I was thinking of –Pineapple for a girl. Or, for a boy - August" She grinned, evidently pleased with herself. She sees my expression and bits her lip "Okay, I have a few more. Girl – Fifi. Boy - Xavier"

"Mum! Why do you always go for the... unusual names? August? Pineapple? Seriously?"

"But you like pineapples. We could call her piney! Or as a pet name, Appney! Appney... Pineapple" She says the name slowly, and her eyes mist over.

"No. No freaking way" I say quickly. I realize too late that this has hurt her feelings. She thinks creative names make us stand out. They do. In the wrong way.

I am called Treasure Dolphin Matthews. That's what it's says on my birth certificate. My brother is Indigo Matthews and my little sister is called Aurora – as in the Aurora Borealis a.k.a the Northern Lights. I once asked mum why we were called those weird names. She replied "Because you are my treasure. Dolphins are intelligent and so are you. Indigo is a gorgeous colour. And your sister is beautiful like the Northern Lights."

Mum clears her throat which pulls me back to reality. "I – I want to speak to you about something, Treasure" Mum says slowly. "Indigo heard you – talking this morning. To...Jack" I gritted my teeth.

"I don't think the counsellor visits are working. Treasure – please hear me out. I'm so sorry sweetheart. But... you know he's dead. Jack has been dead for more than a year. You know he has but you haven't achieved closure"

My lungs were hurting again. "Please stop"

"No Tress. I need you to stop. You're scaring me; you're scaring all of us. You act like he's still alive; you talk like he's still alive. The counsellor tried her best. Why is nothing working Tress? A year, Tress! That's how it's been for a year. Please. Please Treasure."

I stood up so fast I got head rush. OhMyGod Jack. Jack, make my mum stop. She keeps talking about you like you're not there. You are there Jack, I know it. Nobody else does, but I do.

"I've gotta go, I'm gonna miss the plane"

Renesmee POV

It smells atrocious here. What is more disconcerting, however, is that I can't place what that smell is. Something like bleach, petrol and dust; but how could it be dust, when this floor is so well shined? I really can't stand airports – I distinctly heard a plane land fifteen minutes and 37 seconds ago, but they still haven't let the passengers off the plane yet. I shift my weight from foot to foot, agitated. Jacob rolls his eyes at my impatience. The first few passengers slowly walk into view. I assess and dismiss each one; where is she?

Treasure strolls into view. I grin at her, but she hasn't seen me yet. As she tucks a strand of her dark hair her electric blue eyes dart quickly around. She sees me and beams in my direction. "Treasure Matthews" I scream. "Renesmee Cullen" she screams back. We skip towards each other and I pick her up in a hug that spins her round. She reaches up to kiss Jacob on the cheek. My best friend in the universe has come for a week and I am perfectly, utterly, blissfully happy.