Alice had spent the whole night whilst I was at the Cullen's doing my make-up, nails and hair, so I was entirely grateful when I was greeted by the comfort of a bed and wonderful Emmett.

We were staying in his room at the Cullen's.

I changed tiredly into my pajamas, making sure the scars on my arms and wrists weren't too noticeable to Emmett. He knew they were there, and he accepted them, but sometimes having him look at them and scrutinizing them made me anxious.

After I'd scrubbed all of the make-up off of my face, I turned back to the bed where Emmett was holding out the blanket eagerly. He smiled at me with those little, irresistible dimples and pouty lips.

When I was safely in the bed, he wrapped the blankets and his heavy, warm arms around me and pulled me close to his chest. He bent his head so that we could stare into each others eyes. "I love you, Rosie."

"I love you too, my Emmie-bear." I cuddled closer to the warmth of his body. I loved his comfort. Feeling alone my whole life, having the comfort of someone's arms to shy away the nightmares reassured me greatly.

He smirked at my childish nickname for him and slowly reached down to catch one of my wrists in his hands. I tensed momentarily before relaxing against him. He ran his soft, large fingers over the bumps of skin on my wrist which were the reminders of the tiny, white scars that lay in even patterns across my skin. "You know…I think every single part of you is beautiful." He pulled my wrist up to his supple lips, and kissed them gently. "Including these. I'm not ever going to leave you, Rosie. You're my whole world. I can't see my life without you. You make me so happy. Don't forget that okay, babygirl?"

I nodded softly, pressing my forehead against his and curling my fists around his thin shirt. I could feel the muscles under his skin. "There's no place I would rather be, baby." I assured him. "I'm not going to leave you, never. I love you too much. You're saving me, and you don't even know it."

He closed his eyes, absorbing my words, and smiled softly, bringing out his small dimples that reminded me of him as if he were a small child.

"Do you…can you hear the voices?" He asked me cautiously. He didn't like to upset me.

"Yes…but when I'm with you, they're distant. And I feel like I can fight them…you just, you make me so much stronger, Emmett."

He smiled softly, and we eventually fell asleep curled around each other. I had no nightmares.

However, I woke up in a cold sweat. My arm was aching from where Emmett had rolled over it and my mind was screaming so loud I thought my ears were going to bleed out.

Emmett woke with a start, having heard my heavy breathing and soft cries. "Rose!" He sat up in the bed, shifting his weight from my arm and wrapping me up onto his lap. "Rose," He soothed, brushing my hair from my sweaty face. "Baby, shh, shh."

The tears rolled down my cheeks softly. "Emmett!" I screeched, "Make them go away!"

When Emmett's efforts to calm me failed, I felt him move himself from the bed and heard his bare feet tapping against the wood floor as he left the room.

I let out a loud screech, falling back against the soft covers, rolling over into a tight ball. He was leaving me. He had had enough. I was alone again, getting eaten up in the darkness. It was so loud inside my head. The voices – now disturbed and eager – tumbled around my head in a dizzyingly haze.

However, moments later I discovered Emmett had left to get Carlisle and Edward.

I felt Edward before I saw him. He grabbed me at my hip and softly rolled me over onto my back in a rapid motion, pulling me out of my comforting ball. He pushed my arms out to the sides of me and pressed his hands over my wrists to hold me to the bed. He didn't want me to attack myself.

At the same time, Carlisle was holding my legs to the bed by my ankles, murmuring words that were supposed to be comforting.

Emmett had never been able to restrain me in one of my episodes. It hurt too much to him. He needed his father's and brother's help to keep me from hurting myself during one of my most awful moments.

With his family holding me down away from possible injuries I could cause to myself, he came over to rest by my head, gently brushing my hair back in comforting movements. "Rose," He began. "It's okay. Block them out. It's okay. They won't hurt you. They're not real. Just focus on my voice, calm down, I'm right here babygirl."

I swallowed deeply, trying to focus on Emmett but not being able to because of the raging voices. They wanted me to die. To fight against the people holding me down.

Edward, always so observant, noticed my breathing change and not being able to do anything physically about it, settled for trying to talk me down. "Rosalie, I need you to take nice, deep breaths. In, out, in, out. You know the drill. Keep breathing, Rosalie. Nice and slow."

I ignored him, the voices giving me support against everyone in the room. With the voices on my side, I could fight against Edward and Carlisle in no time.

I curled my hands into tight fists, working up my muscles to get my arms free from Edward's grasp. I pushed my head and shoulders forwards, putting all the effort I had into my arms in hopes to free them. They broke lose from Edward's hold in a swift moment that left him stunned, so whilst he was unable to respond, I also ripped my legs free from a shocked Carlisle.

I shot from the bed, collapsing on the floor in my attempt to run, and then climbing back up to get to the window.

I pulled it open with strength I didn't know I had, and thrust myself forward. My head hanging out of the window, I curled my hands into fists so hard I felt my nails break open my skin. I tore at my head and realized I was crying. I had to get the voices out. Drop them out of the window with my body and kill them off. Maybe I would survive.

Blood oozed from the wounds in my head that I had created and before I could move forwards out of the window, a heavy arm wrapped around my middle and pulled me back. I was sat up against Emmett's back, unable to move due to him huge arm pinning me to him.

I whimpered but he didn't loosen his grip. He finally had the courage to protect me from myself.

Edward appeared in front of me with a first aid kit in his hands. His eyes were huge and sad and he smiled weakly at me. "I'm just going to check over the cuts on your head – make sure it's not too serious. Carlisle's called an ambulance."

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion – I wasn't sick. I flinched when Edward prodded the bloody wounds to my head. They felt quite deep when he was touching them but I couldn't be sure.

I had no energy left. I didn't even realize the voices had gone for the time being. Or that the whole house had woken and was standing in the room.

I fell limply into Emmett's embrace, crying silently whilst waiting for the ambulance.

I didn't know who I was or what I was doing. I felt sick.