"...I'm drowning in these tears i cry..."

Chapter 10

Bella's POV

After my announcement Edward and Carlisle looked at me as if I had suddenly grown two head and a mustache. They looked at me and I looked at them, and I watched. I watched as confusion, worry, shock and enlightenment slowly passed across their faces but they still didn't say a word. I sighed, it was like I was a Queen and they were the commoners who stuttered and became speechless in the presence of royalty.

I had to break the silence so I jumped off the bed and said, "Edward lets go, your driving me home."

And he did...

"Men are like weeds." She mused out loud as she sat in Edwards car.

"Excuse me." He said, giving me my favorite crooked smile.

"They are. Some will strangle you until you can't breathe, and some will strangle you once, see you can't breath, and till your soil for the rest of their lives to make sure you're never strangled again...You are the latter. You left but when I brought you back, you stayed... Forever."

"Bella?" Edward hesitated.

"Hmmm."

"Why do you love me?" It wasn't one of the playful questions where you answer 'because I can't cook and you can'. Edward was serious and I decided I would give him a serious answer. I knew that he thought himself to be a monster. I knew that he thought he was soulless but step by step I was determined to prove him wrong. After all, who can a monster feel so much guilt and how can someone without a soul feel anything. Edward can feel love, sadness, pain and joy so he has to have a soul.

"I don't like your money- you have too much of it. I don't like your body- it attracts too much attention. I don't like your pretty face- woman will all ways be throwing themselves at you. I don't like your name- it is a legacy to live up to. I don't like your charm- you could use it as a weapon." With every word his smile slowly faded. "But I happen to love your crazy, abnormal family- even when they annoy me. I love your clever, quick witted mind- although it is very protective of your heart. I love your heart- although it no longer beats and I love your soul- even if you believe you do not have one."

Edward smiled at me with so much warmth and love that I almost melted into the seat. Then he reached for my hand and I let him take it, neither one of us talking.

The rest of the car journey home was driven in a comfortable quiet. When I started to drift, my head jerked up. Then I shook it back and forth because everyone knows that shaking your brain keeps it awake longer... Or not. Moments later my eye lids began to get heavy and in the end I gave up keeping myself awake.

That night I dreamed. I dreamed the first dream since I had woken up from my coma.

"You're awake." An enchanted voice spoke as the image of a young woman appeared before me. Her hair was black and flowed down to her hips, her skin a soft mocha color. She was beautiful but what stood out the most was her eyes. They flickered from orange to red light a flame would flicker in the air around it. They were mesmerizing.

"I'm so glad and I'm so sorry. I see it in the stars, now... Now that we have interfered your path is changing. I've been told that this path, your future, will be even more difficult than the one before." Tears welled in hers, filling, then spilling over and running down her face. "You know of the future, don't you? You have seem what was suppose to be?"

I nodded, unable to voice my answer.

"The fates must have thought it was suitable. They must have given you that sight because they knew that your path would not cross with the Cullen's, without it."

"Why would they think that? Renee had already left and Charlie was next of kin?" I questioned, finally being able to speak up.

"Yes but can you truly say that you would have decided to go to Forks if it wasn't for your memories of the future."

She was right. If I had refused to go with Charlie then they would have tried harder to find Renee or some other living relative. The old me wouldn't have chosen to go here. To that me this town was my purgatory.

"See." The woman smiled softly, "Now, I must go, but don't worry I will be watching you and the stars."

I sat up in my bed, quickly, as a wave of confusion swept over me. It was a dream yet I seemed so realistic. It was like my coma dream. It looked real, sounded real and felt real, but there was no possibility that it could have been.

On the other hand, the Cullen's had turned out to be real. So, maybe, just maybe, it was in fact real. I had heard that voice somewhere before. That light, calm, mesmerizing voice. It was so inhuman that I could only describe it as angelic.

The memory of the night I fell into my deep slumber was suddenly at the forefront of my mind. That is where I heard the voice. I remember the soft, motherly touch of a unfamiliar hand as that voice spoke soothingly to me. Like a mother as she sung her child to sleep, it was peaceful.

"Bella, are you okay?" A voiced whispered in the darkness and I looked up towards the rocking chair to see Edward sitting stiffly in it. Did he think his presence was the one that scared or shocked me into waking?

"I'm fine. I, I just had a strange dream." When are my dreams ever normal? I asked myself.

Before all of this happened; before my coma and before I heard the voices in the alley, I was a normal girl who had normal dreams. I did not ever dream about vampires, werewolves or angelic beings. Yet here I was, next I would be dreaming that trolls, fairies and witches exist.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" Edward asked as he walked over to me. I moved closer to the side of the bed, making room for him, and indicated for him to sit down.

He did.

"A woman was talking to me. Saying how happy she was that I was awake and how sorry she was that she put me to sleep in the first place." I answered confused, "But I don't understand. It seemed so real and I have heard that voice before. I know she was talking about when I was in a coma but I can't see why or how she feels responsible for putting me into one." I was muttering to myself, not really paying attention to Edward as he frowned in confusion as well.

"Bella, it was just a dream. Dreams are not real." He was half right; dreams are not real but, honestly, I don't believe that it was a dream. Just like I know that what I felt and saw during my coma wasn't just a dream.