AN: Hi everyone! I really like this chapter, so I hope you do too.

Previously on Kidnapped:

I'm still dreaming. I'm still dreaming. I'm still -

"Today is the nineteenth, your second day of school, right?"

Edward Cullen circled me until we were face to face.

"Welcome to Forks High."

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Premonition:

Theory

I stared at him and my body trembled like a leaf in the wind. I worried for a second I might fall.

"No," I whispered.

My eyes searched his, willing it to be untrue. Tell me it's-

"I wish I could," he whispered.

How…? I took a step back. It's okay Bella, it's all-

"In your head?" he quipped, taking another step toward me. I stumbled back into the wall behind me. Others were staring. I gulped. He leaned in and murmured, "I'm afraid not, love."

God help me, I whimpered, tears swimming in my eyes.

"What's this?" he reached out to my cheek; I flinched.

"Why are you doing this?" I tried to say the words, but a broken, unintelligible sound was all that left my lips.

His eyes met mine in a fraction of a second, they visibly softened and, I kid you not, visibly darkened. I swallowed.

His eyes darted to my neck, lingered, and returned to mine. "I don't believe I have any other choice, my dear."

He pushed himself off the wall and walked away as I gasped in deep lungfuls of air.

What was that?

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Edward Cullen had inadvertently made me the most popular girl in school.

"What was that?" the girl with bouncy curls rushed up to me, grabbing me by the shoulders. Funny, I'd just been wondering the same thing. I absentmindedly walked with the girl - Jessica - to class.

"... so it's true then!" she continued. I blushed, suddenly aware that she'd been talking to me. "You two really did date!"

"N-no, I've never seen him before in my life."

She quirked her eyebrow, looking at me accusingly. "Sure. And the sky is red. I get it." She huffed, wiggling her fingers at me. "Secret lovers, and all that."

I snorted. How far from the truth… I thought as we walked into class and sat down, trying to ignore the room full of adolescents staring at me.

But I could see where she was coming from. To anyone else, it would look like the two times Edward and I appeared in public together, we first gazed into each others' eyes, and then the next day he pinned me against a wall and whispered in my ear.

Honestly, I preferred them interpreting it this way than for them to guess the danger they were in.

I sighed.

It was going to be a long day.

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I did my best to avoid thinking. I drifted through school in a blur, suddenly grateful that I'd already learned what was being covered in class. My mind drifted, and I saw the bronze hair in my mind -

"How long are you going to deny it?"

I jumped. It was one of the girls from lunch, I think. Was she…? Did she know?

"How long are you going to pretend you don't know Edward Cullen?" she spat.

I furrowed my eyebrows and snorted slightly, returning my gaze to the front of the class.

It was a good question, however. Just around the wrong topic. How long was I going to deny it? How long was I going to pretend something wasn't going on? There were obvious gaps in my memory, gaps that could only be filled with what I claimed to have been dreams.

Gaps filled with supernatural humans and lifeless bodies, and holy crow.

I turned to look back at the girl, eyes wide.

"Oh no," I whispered. "Am I crazy?"

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If I was in a daze before, it was nothing compared to how I felt now.

I'm insane.

It's the only logical explanation.

I thought back to my advanced psychology class from last year.

Symptoms of schizophrenia: Paranoia. Check. Hallucinations. Check. Delusions. Check. Disorganized thinking. Check. Change in sleep patterns. Check. Seeming lack of interest in the world. Check.

Oh no.

Deep breaths, I reminded myself. What else do you know?

It then occurred to me, Does Edward Cullen even exist?

Suddenly gripped with terror yet contradictorily relieved to realize there was a logical explanation, I finally asked myself the question:

What did I think was really happening?

Guarded by the understanding that it wasn't real, I finally felt brave enough to recall the memories I'd repressed so intensely - most notably, that of last night.

I thought that Edward Cullen (who might or might not exist) was out to get me (paranoia). In class, I imagined that he did something to me and all the other kids - and that he got red eyes as a result (hallucinations).

I told myself he would come to kill me that night (again, paranoia). Then, when he came, I couldn't think straight (disorganized thinking).

I haven't been able to sleep, haven't been able to focus on the world around me at all (sleep patterns; lack of interest in real world).

It was so obvious to me now. I wondered when did it start? Now that I was being honest about it, Edward Cullen was not a new concept to me.

I realized with a chill that I'd been hallucinating him from the day I was born.

Panic seemed to crawl up my toes, inching through my bones underneath my skin. I couldn't breathe. It occurred to me that whether or not I was insane, the fact remained that this was my reality.

And whether or not Edward Cullen actually existed, he was real to me.

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AN: I know book-Bella would never question her own sanity, but we need to remember that this Bella has had a lot of experiences for a long time that have led to this moment. They are hinted at throughout the series, but if you are interested in getting some clues, consider thinking about what Alice's human life was like... but that's enough hints for now! Switching gears...

Oh my heck I loved ch.4's reviews! So funny!

Review shout-outs:

Sweetie7Smiled: "This is incredible! It's great to see her so confused that this would be her first day; the disbelief makes so much sense after all those dreams she's had. I wonder what her expression is now, looking up at Edward's face on her second day! :) Nicely done." - as always, Sweetie is making us all look bad with her thoughtful analyses :)

Gothic-Angel342: "Wait was all this a dream holy **** this is amazing" - this review made me laugh so hard and also beam like a child thank youuuu

Melissa Moyer: "Different so far! I'm very curious where this is going. Glad to see he didn't run from her. Please tell me this means Alice won't be an annoying manipulative bully. I assume she isn't a seer in this one" - you win the prize lol bc I think Alice is the only Twilight character who is just the worst. She's controlling and never learned otherwise. I can't tell you what Alice is or isn't in this story, but you will see soon enough!

Then also honorable mentions to Chazarabriseis, MissKat, and Mortal Book Lover for also taking time to leave a review and let me know how much you love this story. I love this story, too, and I am excited to ride this roller coaster together!

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