Once everyone was satisfied that I was safe and sound they left my room. Natalie and Edward stayed with me a little longer. Edward helped me get up off the floor and onto the sofa, While Natalie went and grabbed me some proper food. I spent the next few minutes cursing Elliot for his inopportune timing. Natalie came back with some pancakes. I love that woman and her ability to sense what I want. We all sat down and turned on a movie to eat the pancakes. Edward refused but happily ran around after us.

After watching our second classical epic of the night. We all sat down and laughed over stupid things with mugs of hot chocolate. Edward was the one that pulled us back on to the serious topics. I hated to spoil a good time but it was a conversation that needed to happen. I owed it to Edward.
'So. . . . Who's Elliot?' Edward asked. Natalie and I looked at each other doing the whole secret conversation. Our subject was of course 'you haven't told him yet?' and the 'do I need to stay or shall I go?' She shook her head at me in amazement that I had managed to avoid the Elliot conversation.
'I'll see you later trouble.' She smiled and got up. She smirked at Edward. I started to get up to walk Natalie out but she turned around and gave me the dirty look.
'Trouble you need to rest.' I opened my mouth to protest but she wouldn't let me as she butted in.
'Edward look after her and make sure she rests please. I don't want to cancel anything else today . . . . . or tomorrow.'

Edward just nodded and walked toward me smiling. We heard the door shut and Natalie left. I looked at Edward and smiled when I realised he had another hot chocolate in his hand for me.
'So who's Elliot then?' he repeated his question. He was so curious with aspects of my life. It was funny at times, others he was so cute I couldn't help but feel childish as I fell in love with him.
I smiled at him as we both sat on opposite sides of the love seat and looked at each other.
'Ah Elliot. He's this annoying little man inside my head. He has two brothers called Peter and Jackson.'
'Men in your head?' He had interrupted quickly. He looked amused.
'Are you going to let me explain or not?' He closed his mouth and pretended to throw away the key.
'Right Elliot and his brothers are my way of explaining what I am. . . . . . It's the easiest way to explain it anyway.' I looked at the window quickly

'Now imagine my head is a ten floor, Fifty room Edwardian mansion. It has grand halls, Libraries, Music and Game rooms. The bedrooms have en-suit bathrooms and some even have walk in closets. Elliot and his brothers are in charge of maintenance. Elliot is this rugged thirty year old, long dark haired, blue eyed, hippy type electrician. Then there's Peter. He's the blond haired blue eyed thirty two year old plumber. Lastly there's Jackson. He's the shortest and youngest at twenty five. He has dark brown eyes, spiky short black hair and is responsible for demolishing and rebuilding the walls.
'Elliot is a very, very stupid' . . . I even did the stupid frown and popped the 'p' when I said stupid. . . 'Electrician instead of having all the fuses in one place. He has each rooms fuse in that room and he regularly blows fuses. When a fuse blows my body crumbles and I fall to the floor, till he finds the blown fuse. It means he has to enter each room individually to check the fuse box. This is also hindered by the fact he has to do it by torch light. When he finally finds the blown fuse, it's replaced with a new fuse and he then starts flicking all the switches restoring the electrics slowly back to normal. Every now and then they get a visit from Michael. He's Elliot's twin brother and an inspector. He comes and tries to fix some of the damage; Elliot has created doing his work. Work that he decides needs doing. That's all of it really.'

'Where did Peter and Jackson come from tho? Why were they created?' Edward asked. He wasn't freaked out by this?
'Ah Peter is in charge of the plumbing and when Elliot does his work ...with the electrics... he somehow damages the plumbing system. This then requires Peter to have to replace or fix the boiler. Sometimes Peter can stop him doing some of the work other times he can't. Jackson is in charge of the demolition and rebuilding...' I looked at Edward now and he seemed. . . . . . At ease. He reached out for my hand then pulled it back and wrapped his fingers through mine. I moved and placed my back against him with his arm going over my shoulder. I placed my head on his shoulder and enjoyed relaxing with him.

'Am I okay like this or would you like me to move?' I suddenly asked remembering that my scent is tempting to him. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He unwrapped his arm and loosened his body I lifted my head slightly sensing he wanted to move his arms. He wrapped his arm around my body and started twirling my hair in his fingers.
'Yes. Are you comfortable?' He replied
'Yes. Perfectly' I smiled with my reply knowing what I said was the truth now.
'Then please continue with your explanation?'
'Right, where was I?' I couldn't believe I had forgotten where I had been in the story.
'You were explaining who Jackson was.'
'Ah yes. Jackson is the annoying builder. He is in charge of the Jackhammer. It's his job to knock holes or even completely knock down walls whenever Peter or Elliot tells him to. He also has to rebuild or fix them afterwards. Between the three of them they are constantly at work repairing things. That's it really.' I sighed it felt good to tell him all about that side of me. That peace didn't last very long. I started worrying that I didn't explain it well enough.

'Does that make sense to you?' I was desperate for him to understand me.
'Sort of. I get Elliot but why Peter and Jackson?' He smiled down at me with this very reassuring smile. He was calm and relaxed I could feel it.
'Elliot is the reason for the scrambled electrics. Peter is because the fits mess with my temperature afterwards. Jackson is the massive headaches.' He thought about this for a while.
'Any more questions?'
'Yes. Who created these characters?'
'I did.' I had started to remember the first time I created my little world. 'I don't like taking what I am seriously. The story seemed the easiest way to explain it in a comical type way. It's especially understandable to small children. They can relate to it.'
'Why don't you take it seriously? Shouldn't you take it seriously? You could get hurt.'
'That's why I don't. Yes I could and do get hurt. I take it seriously but only when I have to.'

'You've lost me completely now.
'The bit that scares me the most is losing control of my life. If I took it seriously all the time, I would never leave my bedroom or do things with my life.' I paused wondering if he had any other questions.
'Does that make sense now? Have you got any more questions?'
'Does it really feel like a fuse has blown when you have a fit?' I had to think about this one. no one had ever asked me this question before.
'It feels more like a tide washing me away, than a fuse blowing.' He started twirling my hair more now. Clearly he was lost in thought. I wanted him to share what was going on in his head with me. I would just have to wait for him to share it; I was too scared to ask. I felt comfortable in my own skin.

'What scares you the most?'
'Huh?' He had lost me as usual. I looked into his eyes and saw the question he was trying to ask.
'Ah do you mean about the fits.' . . . . I waited for him to nod his confirmation. 'I get confused easily afterwards. I can hear things. They don't always make sense but I can pick up tones and tenors. If the people around me are scared it frightens me too. I tend to not know what's happened or what's going on till afterwards. Sometimes it can take days for me to remember. Others I know what I did but I can pretty much guess what I've done really.' He had stopped breathing obviously concentrating on what I said. we sat there for a few minutes silently and then I continued making it as cheery as possible.

'In a way I am grateful for it tho. It makes me who I am.' I felt him vanish but before that registered His face reappeared in front of me. I couldn't help but smile at him as He stroked my cheek. He looked into my eyes, searching for something. He must have found what he was looking for tho.
'Why's that?'
'As ill as it makes me, I've found a way to escape. If I hadn't of found that I would never have found you. It scares me to be on my own and weak. I ache all over but it's nicer to find that hidden side of me.' I had to work hard to hide the tears now. I had never told anyone about this before. 'I scare myself every now and then. When I do it's like my worst nightmare has come to life.'

'You will never be alone again and I'll do my best to make sure you never get hurt again either. I am here to stay.' He then started chuckling gently.
'What? Why are you laughing?' He kissed me and held me tight to him
'Only you could have a vampire for a guardian angel slash bodyguard.' We were both laughing then and spent the best part of the evening watching TV and ordering pizza.

I smiled back feeling very content, Happy, Relieved. . . . . . I think. It was nice to finally have someone know this side of me. Edward knowing made me feel better and more secure in our relationship.
'What are you thinking about?' He asked. It pulled me out of my thought.
'Nothing.' I didn't think but started rubbing circles into his hand.
'That look on your face doesn't say nothing to me. What's going on in your head?' He smiled at me again and stroked a hand down my cheek.
'I just realised how relieved I feel. You're the first proper person that has ever gotten to know this side of me and it feels great.' I sighed happily.
'Well it's my turn to show you my world tomorrow. That is if you're up to it?' He smiled but I could tell
he was nervous about something.

A/N sorry this chapter is short but I've broken my computer will try to keep loading chapters while it is repaired. please leave a review I would love to read your opinions.