Author's Note: Beware: this chapter was written on four hours of sleep and a caffeine overload. I still have two more midterms to go, but for some insane reason I decided to take a break. Let me know what you think, what I can fix, etc. I'm new at this.

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The goldish liquid burned as it traveled down my throat. I was trembling as I handed the small glass to Gregory. The numbness was replaced by comforting warmth as the liquid made its way down my stomache. I turned to look out the window, it was twilight.

"How long has it been?" The answer didn't matter.

"You've been staring at the wall the whole day Bella. We were about to take you to a doctor." Anabel's voice trembled as she bit her bottom lip. She was trying to hold back tears. She was sitting right in front of me, and somehow I had managed to look right past her.

Gregory clapped three times bringing me further out of my coma-like state. He hurriedly threw my blue peacoat at me and grabbed my hand. His swift movements startled me.

"Where are we going?" I didn't feel much like socializing. My life had fallen apart yet again. He turned to look at me with a wide smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"We're going to a party. Its a birthday party, its your birthday party. Happy birthday, darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very much." It clearly wasn't my birthday but it was the opening lines to one of my favorite songs.

I couldn't hold back the smile as we made our way onto the elevator. Gregory had brightened my mood. The feeling didn't last long, but it reminded me that I had to live. I had to move on.

We were headed to our favorite hangout. It was a small pub amongst a bunch of warehouses. On Tuesday and Wednesday nights, a live band would dazzle us with their performance, followed by eighties music, and embarrassing dance moves. I was glad the place was eighteen and over.

Half way there, Anabel and Gregory were busy arguing about which band was better Sex Pistols or Public Image Ltd., when I saw her. Her tight black pants hugged her curves nicely, and the navy blue trench coat helped her fit in. Her violet eyes did not acknowledge me, and I felt a cold shiver travel up my spine as we passed right by her.

"Are you listening to me?" Anabel smacked Gregory on the head; he was no longer paying attention to her. Gregory was staring directly at Heidi, I mean who wouldn't, she was every man's fantasy until she showed her true nature.

"I-I have to make a quick call, I'll catch up with you guys." Gregory hurried down the street, right behind Heidi.

I fought the urge to yell. I wanted to warn Gregory but that would surely catch her attention. Edward had said the Volturi would probably not think of me until I was thirty, but what if Heidi decided to turn around and have Gregory for a snack?

"Come on, Bella. Your lover-boy will be right back." Anabel was dragging me up the street. I decided to bite my tongue and pray that Gregory would be back soon. Maybe it wasn't even her, maybe I was hallucinating. I wouldn't be surprised if I was slowly losing my mind, one marble at a time.

"Anabel, maybe we should wait for him, right here." I stopped walking. Anabel looked at me curiously. She sighed.

"Fine." She tapped her foot impatiently, and played with her lip piercing. This was Anabel's way of saying she wasn't a happy camper. After a few minutes, I could see Gregory's figure making its way towards us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of bronze hair. I could've sworn it was Edward. The movement was too sudden, and with what had happened to me the last few days, I couldn't trust any of my senses. Not even my vision.

Gregory grabbed our hands and led us up the street. Something was different about his touch. Another odd feeling hit me at that moment. I shook my head attempting to clear the fogginess that I had consumed me earlier.

What the hell was going on? Was I losing my mind or just developing paranoia? Gregory and Anabel were back to their earlier discussion, which didn't help distract me. Within the short distance, I had managed to have two hallucinations. Maybe, I subconsciously wanted the Volturi to find me, hoping Edward would come to my rescue. Who knew, all I wanted was to clear my head, and what better way than loud music.

Playlist:

At the bottom of everything- Bright Eyes

True Blue – Bright Eyes

This is not a love song- Public Image Ltd.

I wrote this a week ago but my computer crashed, so I have no computer. BUT, I managed to email this to myself before my computer decided on complete anarchy ).