I'm not exactly excited about the next couple of chapters. It's going to be Jacob's funeral this chapter, chatting about Charlie and Renee the next and in that same chapter talks about organising Casper's funeral. Don't you just hate to see those tiny little baby coffins? Seeing them make me cry. *Sigh.* It's going to be pretty sad stuff people… but that's the way the cookie crumbles. Speaking of cookies, check out the story Wide Awake by AngstGoddess003, listen to all the pretty horses on you tube, and get me some god damn cookies to eat while I'm writing this stuff. I'm so hungry… and sad. And talking about you tube, listen to the duck song that I'm going to put on my profile, it'll make you happy. Alice is talking everyone funeral clothes shopping, but to spare your souls I' not going to describe it that much… Phew!

Disclaimer: Me: *Sigh.* I'm so sad.

Holly: Why?

Me: Because it's going to be loads of funerals and it just hurts my little heart.

Jazz: Oh no!

Me: And I miss little Casper…

Kirsty: Are we going to sit here wallowing in Jess' sadness or are we going to write this chapter already?

Jess: OK OK! I don't own the Twilight Saga at all but I had to kill Bob. If you go on my profile you'll know why.

Bella POV

I stared blankly into Edward's emerald eyes that clouded over in despair. I shook my head slightly, trying to shake out the thoughts that flitted around in my head, clouding my thoughts and threatening to drag me under it's nightmarish spell of false security, when really I'd just have a breakdown that would make me insane. My eyes flitted involuntarily back to the invite, staring at the sentence that stuck out right in front of my eyes:

Bella Swan and company are solemnly invited to Jacob Black's funeral…

Funeral… It stared me in the face, practically jumping out of the page trying to suffocate me. I stared at the white card blankly, my brain slowly going numb until I couldn't comprehend anything. And that was so frustrating that I had to fight the urge to go and punch something.

Or someone…

Yes, I could definitely punch someone. One person in particular made my blood boil and my hands curl into fists. I wanted to snatch that God damn gun away and shoot him. I wanted to take that knife from him and stab him. So much that I was shaking in my numb state, the outside world not existing while I'm trapped inside my head being plagued by the demons of my past.

I felt someone shake me, making the memories blur. They stopped and the memories came back in full focus, not letting me escape from them. I faintly heard the voices from the other world, octaves higher than usual as they panicked. They were panicking, I was absolutely terrified as my mind replayed the horrific events of my life in that same stunning focus, my own screams filling my eardrums. I couldn't close my eyes and I couldn't turn it off. I was immobile, forced to watch by my own subconscious.

My panic got worse and worse until I had to release it. I screamed. I screamed with my past self as I writhed and struggled, trying to force the memories to stop. It didn't work. My screams got louder as the sickening show carried on, and the panic of the people surrounding me got even more frantic. I couldn't see them, but I could hear them if I concentrated hard enough, but I could only hear the murmurs while the blood spurted from my body as Charlie ruthlessly hit me, Renee's satisfied smirk plastered on her face. And that just made it ten times worse.

Blood, blood, blood…

It surrounded me, it's coppery scent engulfing me and intensifying the horror that flashed around me. I coughed, I spluttered , but it was no use. I carried on watching as my bones cracked audibly, making Charlie smile evilly. The past me no longer screamed, she had no energy to do so. Instead she whimpered loudly, her tears spilling out of her eyes forcefully as her father towered over her cowering figure, watching her with bemusement before kicking her in the ribs. He gasped, curling herself into a ball as he kicked and punched and spate at her, calling her names that I hoped never to hear again.

I barely felt the arms that wrapped around my waist, picking me up and carrying me somewhere, their footsteps hastened in panic. But as my limp body leant against the person, I suddenly realised how unbearably hot the person's body was. It made the nightmare intensify further and my vision tint in red. I was burning, burning in the heat that had made me scream louder than ever as my limp body thrashed around in the person's grip. But they never let go, and it got hotter and hotter until my vision was a bright blood red.

Charlie finished his torture, leaving my unconscious body on the cold floor as he turned to Renee, took her hand and left up the stairs, undoubtedly going to the bedroom.

Sickening.

But, eventually, the nightmare faded out, leaving the past where it was as the dark engulfed me once again. And I was glad. The dark was always welcome… and it still is.

Edward POV (This is from where the chapter first started, you get to see what happened it the "Other World".)

Bella stared at the small white card, but not seeing. She was staring through the card, her eyes glazed over. She started shaking, in fear or in fury I have no idea, but it made me panic. I shook her roughly, trying to pull her out of whatever it was that made her like that. Then her eyes widened as she shook more fiercely. My bottom lip quivered as I watched her.

'Carlisle!' I choked.

All conversation downstairs stopped as footsteps echoed through the house. Carlisle bust through the door and took in the scene in front of him. Me: gripping at Bella's shoulders and Bella's stiff body with a grief stricken face and wide, unseeing eyes. Carlisle's face crumpled slightly at the state of Bella, but quickly hid it, turning into the emotionless doctor that he had to be every single day.

'What happened?' he asked, his eyes flicking in between me and Bella.

'I don't know. She was looking at the card and then she started to shake and now she's like this and she won't answer me.' I was in full panic mode now.

'Esme! Bring me my doctors bag!' He shouted down the stairs.

Esme came running, black doctors bag clutched to her chest. She squeaked in horror when she saw Bella, and that small sound alerted the rest of the family to come running. The all halted behind Esme and gaped at Bella's still form that hadn't moved since she looked at that God awful card. Alice squeaked much like her mother, Jasper gasped and clutched Alice to his chest, Emmett looked unusually sombre as he whispered a throaty 'Oh no.' But Rosalie just looked on with a bored expression that made me growl.

Rosalie's eyes narrowed but didn't say a word. But just as I was about to launch myself at her and hit her, Bella screamed. Not a girly scream, but a full force, blood curdling scream that filled my eardrums, getting into my head and echoing around in there. Everyone in the room panicked and rushed forward, towards the terrified girl. But before they could get to her Carlisle rose, his face contorted in worry and distress.

'Back. Away. Now.' He said slowly, a hint of frustration in his voice. Everyone took the hint and moved back with terrified expressions, even Rosalie.

She kept on screaming, and started to move. She writhed around on the bed, her screaming steadily getting louder as she struggled against her mind. I whispered consoling words to her but it didn't work. Her screams got louder still until everyone had their hands over their ears, watching Bella with wide eyes and pale faces. Carlisle started to talk, but I couldn't hear him. I just watched my Bella suffer and I never felt so bad in my life. If I could change it so it would be me in her place, I would, with no hesitation. And then she started to talk.

'Blood, blood, blood, blood…' She whispered, over and over again.

Bella started to cough fitfully. Carlisle inched forward so he was right in front of her and stared into her wide eyes, concern ruining his doctor mask. Bella continued to cough, gasping and spluttering as she fought for breath. Alice rushed forward, Carlisle's doctors bag in hand. He smiled thanks at her and returned his wary gaze to Bella. He brought out a small torch and shone it in her eye, seeing if she'd respond. And she didn't. Carlisle frowned, a panicked crease appearing on his forehead, and tried again. And the same thing happened. His face crumpled in distress as everyone behind us started talking all at once. Bella's face became even more pale, pure white. Carlisle looked horrified as his own face blanched at the sight of her.

'Take her to my office Edward. She needs medication.' Carlisle voice trembled.

I rushed forward and enveloped her in my arms, picking her up by her waist. Her temperature nearly made me drop her. She was freezing. She was limp in my arms as I ran with her, hurrying to Carlisle's study. When we got there she suddenly went stiff, and then started to moan as she struggled around in my grip. Her tiny body tried to get out of my arms, but I wouldn't allow it. While she still struggled I laid her down on the examination table, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

I sat on the chair next to her as I watched her desperate movements. Tears started to roll down her white cheeks that held none of her usual blush, and she moaned and whimpered at whatever she saw. I felt disgusted with myself as just sat doing nothing and when Carlisle came running in I think he could tell, because he drew a shot of morphine out of his bag and plunged it into her. He gave a satisfied smile when her movements became less frantic, and more sluggish. I sighed in relief when her eyes, which had been wide open throughout it all, fluttered closed and she began snoring softly.

Carlisle put a blanket over her and left the room, gently clicking the door closed behind him. I sighed and watched Bella as her face took on the child like quality that always takes over when she sleeps. Her dark hair made her skin look even more pale as her hair fanned around her, curling around her face. Some wisps stuck to her forehead from the slight sweat she'd worked up, but her cheeks were slowly becoming more rosy. I smiled sleepily and stifled a yawn as I climbed on to the table next to her. I tucked her up inside my arms and fell into a deep sleep, lulled to sleep by the smell of strawberries and freesia.

I know that I said that Jacob's funeral will be in this chapter, but my subconscious had other ideas. Like I said before, I don't plan this stuff, I just go with the flow. So Jacob's funeral will be in the next chapter… Kapeesh?

I've only got one more thing to tell you all… REVIEW! I know that some of you are reading this without reviewing, and you know what? It makes me have an emotional breakdown similar to Bella's. If you don't review, I will hunt you down…

Like I say, that's just a warning. But I'd watch out if I were you.