Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would be guilty of slavery. Slavery is bad. I don't own it. I guess I'm not bad.
A/N: So, this is a fair bit later than I told you guys. My apologies. In all fairness, exams are officially over Friday and I'll have so much more time then! Your updates will be a lot more regular.
The reviews on the last chapter were down a little. Sadness. Please, folksies, the more you review, the fast I'll update! There is a link! It is proven! If I get 35 reviews for this by Friday, I'll update early. Cool? Cool.
Okay, so a lot of you wanted to know what Bella was thinking – here you go! Teehee! I'm starting some Emmett love here…I love writing for him. And Carlisle. Happiness.
This chapter is dedicated to Anna Holly Cullen because she suggested the most awesome song ever for this chapter's playlist. You're right! It is perfect! Well done! (Any other suggestions are always welcome…)
Enjoy!
Playlist: Haunted by Kelly Clarkson (thank you, Anna) and Mad World by Gary Jules (probably gonna do this as a oneshot for Twilight eventually…already used it for Harry Potter, but dangit, it's an awesome song!)
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Darkness…never ends…
World soft…warm…not cold anymore.
Dreams, devastation…where am I?
"Hey, Bella! It's Emmett… Edward will be right back. Carlisle needed his help with some research this morning. Some big-shot psychologist doesn't seem to want to share some information on his findings on catatonic states. Damn good thing we have Mr. Super Jedi Dude on our side to do a little fancy mind-reading, huh? Anyway, I sure wish you would wake up. Things are really fantastically boring right now. No fights or anything."
Just a dream…good one…. Emmett, Edward…
Not real. Never real.
Stay in nothingness…stay safe…
Don't hope…
"I was wishing I could believe that you were real. And I was wishing that I wasn't afraid."
"I don't want you to be afraid."
I am afraid… afraid that he was never real…
So easy to believe, in this nothingness…
Stop! Don't think!
Legs stretch…leave me be…keep together…
"…so I think that plum nail polish would be really beautiful on you. It'd go so well with your hair and eye color. Or a delicate rose color…Edward's so fond of blue on you, the idiot. Doesn't he realize that it isn't really your color? But we'll allow him some stupidity. Um…well…sheesh, I'm just not any good at this talking to an inanimate object business. I guess I could tell you what kind of shampoo you should really start using…"
Doors, opening and shutting. Voices, coming and going.
Where…squeaky wheels? Noisy intercom? They've vanished.
Renee? Charlie?
Don't care anymore…everything gone…
He left me.
Alice, can you see me now? What does the future say for me?
Wrist itches…what's there?
A lullaby…my lullaby…don't! Stop it!
Cruel, so cruel…
Makes me cry…unhappy…not real…
I'm worthless.
"You're interesting when you sleep. You talk."
Not anymore…never again.
Why talk? So much pain….
"There you go, Bella dear. I've brought you a new nightgown…isn't it lovely? I thought this shade of blue would be cheerful, and you know how much Edward likes it. Edward's taking a quick run… he needed a chance for a break, not that he wanted one, of course. Really, I just sent him because I wanted some time with my youngest daughter. Now, would you like me to read Wuthering Heights or The Secret Garden to you? Well… Wuthering Heights is rather dour, isn't it? I've never cared for it myself. Edward said that The Secret Garden was your favorite as a girl. Let's begin, shall we?"
Pages turn.
"It begins, 'When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle, everybody said she was the most disagreeable child ever seen…'"
"You don't mind, then? That I'm…all wrong for him?"
"No. You're what he wants. It will work out, somehow."
Esme…if only it had worked out….
A deep voice, near my ear. Familiar…like Forks, long ago…
Carlisle…
"May Christ support us all the day long, till the shadows lengthen, and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over and our work is done. Then in His mercy may He give us a safe lodging, and holy rest and peace at the last. Amen."
Carlisle?
Impossible…gone…
Nothing's real…nothing's alive…
Something pierces the air…something lovely.
What is it? A chorus, a song…
Bells?
Silver bells?
Bells. That's what Charlie used to call me.
Many bells, though….not just one…me…
Then I know…Alice. It's her laugh.
Alice… I love… I miss… I remember…
Not real…. but so nice….
Nothingness….
Lost in that nothingness, I dreamed.
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A/N: There! Isn't it awesome? Remember, peeps, review and you'll get the next chapter. And the next chapter involves some Emmett mayhem involving walls and airhorns. There, now, don't you want to read it? REVIEW!