Disclaimer: Not mine. Maybe in my dreams, but never in the real world. (Hangs head and sniffles)
Authors Note: Can't speak. To bored out of my mind. This chapter is more emotional then the others. I almost cried the entire time that I wrote it. I hope that you enjoy it.
That night I dreamed of Edward and the rest of the Cullen family. And it felt so real, that I could have sworn that I really was there and that this really happened.
It started right when Richard and I left. The vampires that had been holding the Cullen's all ran for the other cars parked outside, but I was amazed that the Cullen's did not move from where they had been held.
For what seemed like 5 minutes they fell from there positions and I realized that they had been frozen like Edward had been when they had attacked for the first time. It was just silent for what seemed like forever, but then Alice sniffled. As if all on cue they moved as if to protect themselves from this cruel world. They moved towards each other. They could not cry but they could mourn.
Edward moved away from the group and got up. He walked towards the wall that separated the living room from the hall, and then punched it.
He just kept on punching it. Never stopping. Everytime that the wall gave away he would move on to another piece of wall. His arms were all a blur and everyone could feel the grief flowing off of him. I started to cry. Why had this happened? All I wanted to do was go to him and tell him that I was here, and everything would be okay.
Finally Carlisle got up and put his hand on Edwards shoulder. The wall was virtually not there, he had punched it so much.
The second that Carlisle's hand touched Edward's shoulder it was another attack.
He just kept on punching Carlisle stomach, and his shoulders shook with the emotion that he could not express. Slowly he slowed down and finally, he was just sobbing in Carlisle's arms and they slid to the floor. He gasped unneeded breath and he shook with sobs that he could not control. All Carlisle did was hold him and rock him back and forth, because he could do nothing to save his son from this pain. He was trained to save lives, but what do you do to save a broken heart?
What I saw made me gasp. Edward was crying; not tears of salt water, but tears of blood.
My dream self ran over to him and tried to hold him, yet I could not. So instead I chose to be him. I went over to him and sat in him.
The second that I did that, I was overcome with grief. I could feel what he was feeling, yet I was powerless to stop it. Eventually he stopped and fell into what could almost be called a restless slumber, but he could not sleep.
Slowly Carlisle got up with Edward in his arms and walked upstairs. When he reached Edwards room he opened the door and then placed him on the couch.
All of a sudden Edward started to sob again.
"It smells like her. Everything in this room is her." Esme came into the room then and walked over to him. She sat down and then placed Edwards head in her lap. He just cried and she stroked his hair.
"My love it is okay. We will get her back somehow. You will see her again. It's alright, baby. Just let it out." I sobbed because I could do nothing. I could not hold him, kiss him, console him, or talk to him.
After a while he calmed down and drifted into the vampires' equivalent of slumber. He closed his eyes and didn't move; he didn't think, or even breathe. He just layed perfectly still. Esme sat with him, to calm him whenever the silence was to much and he would start to cry again. After a little bit Carlisle went out of the room to see what was going on downstairs. Seeing as there was nothing that I could do up here other then mourn the loss of my love and the pain that I had caused I went downstairs.
I watched as Emmet, Jasper, and Carlisle fixed what was left of the wall, and then throw what was not salvageable away. Alice was being held by Rosalie on the couch.
"Rosalie what is going to happen to Edward?"
"I don't know Alice. I really don't know." They both looked so small and lost. They looked…human.
I could feel that I was going to have to leave soon so I went to each Cullen, starting with Alice, for the last time I was sure.
I touched her cheek and then told her that everything would be all right. I told Rosalie to be good and look after one another. Then I hugged Jasper, then Emmet. Carlisle was standing by the door looking lost. I suddenly felt very small and I ran to him. I hugged him, and even though he could not feel me, I sensed that he knew that I was there.
"Take care of him. The road that we all are about to get on is long and bumpy. There aren't going to be any stops or shortcuts. Please make sure that he gets through this."
I then ran upstairs to Edwards's room. Once I was there I looked as Esme ran her hands through his hair and made little noises. Life was unfair. Just by the way that she acted I could tell that she would have made a great mother, but now she would never have the chance. I quickly hugged her and told her to take care f Edward and not to let Carlisle get to serious. Then I turned to Edward.
I hugged him and kissed his forehead. Then I whispered in his ear. "I love you, and I know that one day we will be together." And with that I faded and then I woke up, with tears rolling down my face. Even though it should not be possible I knew that that had really happened and that I had really been there.
With that I started to sob again knowing that my love had really gone through that kind of pain. As I cried I wondered how I was able to touch them all even if they could not feel it. When I had tried the first time I went through him, yet when I had to leave I was able too. Yet another weird thing about me. If I was odd in real life why wouldn't that transfer into dreams?
After about twenty minutes the tears stopped and I was about to take a shower when there was a knock on the door.
AN2: I love this story. Everytime that I think one thing is going to happen my fingers type something different. Oh well. At least it keeps me on my toes. Until my next attempt at good writing.