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Bella arrived a little after 6, which gave me plenty of time to talk to her about how the trip went and about how I met Jacob Black. It didn't seem to matter much to her, seeing he was just a guy and not a warm cheeky wolf. However, she was really excited about a guy who had shown up on the beach who said he was new to Forks and was from sunny San Francisco.

"New guy…?" I asked, frowning, recalling nothing of such an encounter in the books.

"Yeah, and he said he was going to be at school on Monday," she said. I raised my eyebrows at her slightly dreamy state. "I thought you liked Edward," I blurted out quickly. She paused and glanced at me.

"Really…you thought that? Here, I was under the impression you liked him." She said.

I smirked. "Bella, you're delusional," I said.

She rolled her eyes before glancing at the plaster on my leg. "So, that comes off tomorrow," she said. "Yeah," I rubbed the plaster as she bid me goodnight and left, shutting the door gently after her.

I fell back on the bed, and put my clasped hand on top of my eyes, my brain carefully shifting gears into scary fast mode.

I was stuck here and it had been a month of that. I had no idea how I got here and neither did I know how to get back. I was friends with fictional characters most girls my age would kill to achieve but I was still not too excited about it. All of this amounted to only one thing. I needed to research what was happening. The only way to do that would be to use the dusty computer in Bella's room. If I did, she was sure to ask about the subject not that I had any idea what to exactly put in the search engine.

I yawned, well, might as well figure it out tomorrow.

I was sitting in front of my laptop at home, smiling as I finished another chapter of a story I was writing. Getting up from my seat to get my cramped muscles working, I paused staring at the open door.

It hadn't been open before. I never left the door open when I wrote. I had a tendency to talk out what I was writing and it felt very private to share.

Slowly edging forwards I pulled the door open further looking out into the dark stairwell. Hang on, this wasn't my stairwell. I looked back into the room. It was my own bedroom but the house belonged to Bella.

"Hello…anybody here…?" I called uncertainly downstairs as I heard a soft creak on the floorboards downstairs.

Help me…

"Hello…?" I called again, moving into the stairwell, peering down from the light of my room.

With a soft swoosh, my door swung shut and I stood for a split second in darkness. Just a draft, Tulika, I thought, reaching for the switch but the light didn't come on.

Help me, please…

I frowned, moving down the stairs.

Someone was crouched on the bottom stairs, tightly balled up and shivering. "Hey, are you ok?" I screeched and the person – girl – froze. Slowly, looking up, she looked at me.

My entire body froze as I stared at her. She was covered in blood and I had a frightening insight that it was hers. She was crying, black tears streaking her face as she pointed to the other room. This wasn't the scariest part though, the girl looked like me.

I was looking at myself.

Tearing my eyes away from myself, I edged into the living room to see a gruesome scene, straight out of something like Saw. Everyone I knew was lying in the room, some piled on top of each other, others thrown like rag dolls, limbs jutting out in awkward angles.

I walked forward, stepping on someone's hand and I looked down to see it was my mother. I gasped, drawing back when I heard the low snarl. I whirled about to see a huge hulking wolf, glaring straight at me.

Jacob…

I drew back closing my eyes tightly, waiting for the biting jaws but the growling abruptly stopped as if it was caught by surprise. I cracked open an eye to see a pale white, figure standing in front of me, right in front of me, so close my startled motion brushed me right against him.

It was Edward, his eyes blood red with the same red dripping down his mouth and staining his white shirt. His jeans were dirty and he was barefoot, looking like the nomadic vampires I read about. Had he…done this to the people I love?

I didn't wait for him to say anything; I just stumbled back on the people lying there and flew for the door. I flung it open to see him on the porch, his expression changed. His eyes were wide open and he had a psychotic smile on his face, like Hannibal. I slammed the door in his face and raced to the kitchen, however he was already there, leaning on the counter, staring at me with the same deranged smile on his face.

"No, please, no…" I whispered, sinking down, holding my head in my hands as I shuddered. A draft crossed me and I looked up quickly. No, I wasn't going to just sit here and wait for him to attack. I was going to go down fighting…

"Do you really think so?" I heard behind me and even as I whirled, pain erupted on the side of my head.

Somewhere, deep in the house, a scream echoed – my own scream.

A loud thud woke me up, making me flail, trying to get away from invisible attackers.

It took me a moment to realize, light was shining through the windows and that the house seemed silent. I also happened to be on the floor with my body throbbing where I'd hit the wood.

Groaning and cursing, I hauled myself up, trying to keep it light on my foot and looked at the clock. It was 9 in the Sunday Morning and I was up. What happened to sleeping in?

Still, I was too worked up to go back to sleep so I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and took a hot shower. Changing into an over large tee and some yoga pants, I pulled the Velcro brace off and stared at the wraps on my foot. Grabbing some scissors I cut them off, rolling my numb foot gently.

Thank god, for my extensive readings, I had some basic first aid and medical knowledge. The foot was still pink and there was a scab running up the place where the trolley had cut me. That would need some ointment; I winced then went to look for Bella.

She was gone, leaving a note on the dinner table that she'd gone for groceries. Who sells groceries at 9 on Sunday? I thought idly then went up to her room, switching on her computer and starting the dial up.

I waited for fifteen minutes before I went downstairs to get myself some juice while I waited. After what seemed like eternity, I found the screen covered in ads. Not bothering to shut them down, I first checked my mail.

There were a few spam mails and other stuff and a few from Renee and Phil. I sent them a reply then looked at the emails from my mother. The weird thing was that she never commented on my not answering or checking my email.

From her stream of writing it seemed more like this was a woozy woman who was clearly the flighty type of distant mother. This was not my alert and sharp mother. I typed in a single reply and sent hit before pulling up a search engine.

I bit my lip, running my tongue in my mouth as my fingers stayed poised over the old white keyboard. I had no idea what to put in. gosh darn it, I typed in 'getting trapped in a book world' and hit enter.

After an hour, results came up, all from freak confessions to thought catalog lists, people who studied quantum physics saying that there were more than one dimensions and some people who are attuned to the 'strings' of the world can travel back and forth.

I leant back on the hard chair; I didn't feel much attuned to anything at the particular moment.

I typed in Different Dimensions next and all it came up with was some stupid role playing game. I sifted through some of the key results then paused on one that looked vaguely academic and not some fan site made by a kid in their mom's basement.

I clicked on it and waited for it to load. It was a dark blue page with white writing across it by a man called Dr. Roosevelt Sorenson…Sorenson, where had I heard that name before?

Many scientists have studied in depth the possibility of us not being the only beings in the universe. However, looking past the alien theories, the scientists have been hiding behind; I'm here to tell you what they have actually been hiding from you.

I sat up, my eyes narrowing as I switched to my scary smart persona I was so teased about.

The string theory as developed by Einstein states that much different energy vibrate on different planes. If that is true then why is not the fact that many other strings are the same universes that surround ours?

People rarely feel the transmission from one realm to another and the few who do are too traumatized to speak up, fearing shame and ostracizing.

I stopped reading then, quickly hitting Contact Me. the background was same but in plain white letter were the words. DUE TO PRIVACY REASONS THE OWNER HAS PULLED OFF HIS CONTACT INFORMATION

I growled, switching off the entire thing before kicking out of Bella's room to mine, locking the door.

Ok, so the man must've been ridiculed enough to have pulled out his contact info, but what he had written was about right. I had crossed dimensions somehow tuning into the Twilight String and here I was. It still didn't make sense about how Bella already knew me but maybe she had already been attuned to my String.

Didn't Edward always say her mind was out of whack? Maybe this was the reason…

"Hey, you took off your brace!"

I turned to see Bella standing in my doorway, smiling at me. Sighing mentally, I smiled back.

The next day, Bella seemed overly joyous as she whistled in her room.

"You're awfully chipper today," I said, leaning in her doorway.

"I am; it's a beautiful day…" she said then looked at me. "What about you? You don't look half as happy as you were when you got here,"

"That's not true," I said, lugging my bag on my shoulder and leaving for the truck.

At School, a guy about a few inches taller than me ran up to Bella. "Hey, Stephen, this is Tulika. Tulika, this is Stephen, the new guy I told you about," she said.

I looked at Stephen suspiciously. He was dark haired, broad chest, the average jock stereotype but there was something about him…something that screamed that he was hiding something.

Stephen sent me a nod before giving Bella a look, "I'll see you in class right?"

She nodded and he walked off with my eyes narrowed on his back. Bella nudged me. "You look like he murdered your puppy," she teased.

"He's hitting on you. That's clearly my puppy," I said airily and she shoved me as we walked on, smiling.

Too bad I had no idea that inside Jessica was bubbling to go to Port Angeles.

Uh oh...the fateful Port Angeles trip...How do you think Tulika will fare?

What did you think of the dream sequence? I'm quite proud of how it turned out. Edward is always so...human; I enjoyed writing him as a real vampire.

Who's the new guy? He wasn't in the books...neither was Tulika...do they have something in common?

I await you thoughts in your Reviews :) Have a great day!