A/N: This chapter is a little bit different than the usual. Hope you enjoy!

Thanks to cullenlvr83 for your help with this chapter :)

~My best dreams and worst nightmares have the same people in them~

Everything is blurry and not very clear, I can't make out much of my surroundings.

Slowly things become clearer and I'm able to make out more details of the silhouette in front of me.

It's Edward.

My immediate reaction is to smile and walk to him until I see the state he's in.

His eyes are the first thing I notice; his pupils so large, I can barely make out the green in them. It's as if they're looking straight through me, a vicious glint shines from them.

He's covered in blood, the metallic red liquid dripping from his clothes.

My instant reaction is to run to him and see if he's ok, panic rising through me.

The closer I run to him, the further he is.

Something hits my feet and brings me to a stop.

I look down and see a body at my feet, blood pooling around it.

I feel myself scream, but all I hear is silence as if nothing came from my mouth.

I look up and see Edward, but his face has morphed into something sinister—demon-like. His eyes are caved into his face—two large black holes, blood dripping from them, down his pierced nose, trailing to his lips as he licks them. The tattoos on his arms bleeding down them, in black streaks.

What the fuck is going on? I'm trapped, I can't move.

I look back down at the corpse at my feet. They're laying on their back, but all I can see is vibrant red hair covering the girl's face. She looks familiar; who is this person, where have I seen her before?

It all hits me as a piercing shiver runs down my spine—it's Edward's ex. The beautiful girl with fire-red hair and ocean blue eyes. She's dead… at my feet.

I look back up at Edward and his face is normal again but his eyes are red; he has a macabre smile on his face. My eyes catch onto something shiny in his hands—it's a knife, blood dripping from the tip.

He walks towards me—slow, calculated steps.

When I look down again, the girl laying before me opens her eyes. Her face contorts and transforms before me until I'm looking back at a reflection of my own face. My deep, chocolate doe eyes in pain, and my mouth open in a silent scream.

I feel a body behind me and cold lips against my ear, when I hear the words being spoken in a deep, menacing voice. "I warned you baby, now it's too late. You—can't—run."

I wake up with a scream tearing from my throat, jumping up in shock; my skin covered with goosebumps, glistening with sweat.

It's a dream, just a dream. It's not real. I take deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.

What the fuck was that? Why I am even dreaming about him in that way? Edward would never hurt me like that—right?