AN: Hi everyone! I'm back, and I haven't forgotten.

Previously on Premonition:

I'm insane.

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

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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Premonition:

Hide-and-seek

I was sitting on my bed, but I couldn't tell you how I got there. I stared ahead of myself, but I couldn't tell you what I was seeing.

My eyes were glazed, my mind numb. Every now and then, I'd hear a sound or a thump, and I'd jolt, eyes still glazed, mind still numb.

Eventually the room dimmed, and then the shadow growing in my room was light rather than dark. I didn't think anything of it until it spoke to me.

"Isabella," it said.

I gasped, my breathing quick and frantic, but eyes still glazed, mind still numb. I felt scared, endangered, but I couldn't remember why.

"What's happening to me?" I tried to ask but my lips were glued shut. I tried again but then my lips ripped open, I unfroze, and the high-pitched squealing sound was back.

I squeezed my eyes shut to hide from the white shadow but the images behind my lids were no better - Charlie's face screwed up in some unnamable emotion, Renee and I sitting in a pale room, nurses and doctors bustling out of place in the docile environment. Edward Cullen, his face marred with horror.

But the close-up on Edward Cullen didn't flash away like the other images. It lingered and softened, and against my will I opened my left eye a peak.

There he was, my pale shadow. I squeezed my eyes shut again.

"Go away."

"Isabella," he whispered. The pity in his voice felt awful.

"Don't say my name," I whispered back. "Don't make this real."

"What do you want me to say, then?"

"Nothing, I don't want you to say anything."

No response.

I peeked open my eyes again. To my surprise, his eyes were shut this time. I closed them again.

"You don't exist."

No response.

"You're a figment of my imagination," I continued.

I couldn't help it; I opened my eyes to look at him - now that his eyes were closed, it felt safer. I didn't have to think about his eyes or how many times he's killed me…

Except I guess now I'm thinking about how many times he's killed me. I laughed slightly.

"What do you think is better, a daughter who is insane, or a daughter who is dead?"

He winced, eyes still shut.

I saw him open his eyes, but he didn't. The eyes were golden.

He cleared his throat, a warning that he is about to speak.

"Any world with you in it is clearly better."

I choked, something between a laugh and a cry. I beg to differ, I thought. And, more scathingly, If that were the case, why do you keep taking me out of it?

He winced again, more noticeable. "I'm sorry," I saw him say. His face was covered in the wrinkles of how tightly his eyes squeezed shut.

"If you're my imagination," I whispered, reaching out to touch an eyelid, "why do you keep killing me?"

He shook his head, pulling himself back. "I don't know," I heard him say.

I scooted forward more, unwilling to let him retreat. "Why me?" I whispered again, my hand faltering.

"Don't-!" His eyes tore open, my wrists suddenly enclosed in ice. We froze, and then he was gone.

But not before I saw him kill me one more time.

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AN: It's a short one, but it's a good one, I think. I hope to publish more soon!

No review shout-outs today but I want to thank all of you again for your support and patience. I really love this story concept and am glad you guys share my enthusiasm.