A/N Guys, before i start rambling off excuse as to why it has been a rather long time since i updated, i would like to say.. im sorry.

right well firstly, I actually started writing this next chapter as Edwards view of 28 chairs, however I read it through and i just didn't want you guys to know Edward quite yet. It would give away too much and I'm much to mean for that. I also have been pretty busy with exams, but my last one is on Tuesday YAY! so after that I want to be updating hopefully every week to week and a half :) This chapter is kind of short but i didn't want it to carry on any longer than it needed too. I promise the chapters are definitely going to get longer as Bella and Edwards relationship grows :) you'll also notice this isn't one of the chairs. I thought it was important that the chair chapters are different the normal ones. Chair chapters are more of a step closers to Bella finding out, whatever needs to be found out ;) Normal chapters are by no means less important but they just don't help her find anything out. I hope you like it, and im sorry for the wait! ...I cant wait for you guys to meet Edward properly..

i would love a few reviews because i have no idea what you guys feel on any of this. Dont hold back, i can take it.

Love taytay :)

Hide and Seek...

I didn't understand why he was here. I didn't understand any of it. I didn't know whether it was because I'd only just come around or this boy was followed by a serious fog of confusion. I just didn't understand him.

He stared at me, right into my eyes, like he too was looking for answers. He backed away from the bed slowly and carefully, as if not to ruin the peace and sat on the chair. But he didn't break the eye contact. I'd never really looked at Edward Cullen. I didn't think I'd ever heard his name ring allowed in my head so many times. But now he was here, suddenly caught in the web of my life, I realised I liked his name in my head. I liked looking at him. He truly was beautiful. He was defined, so quiet, such a mystery to me. Thoughts of him swam around in my head and after four minutes I realised we still hadn't stop staring. My eyes began to sting slightly and I realised the awkwardness in the room. I blinked, in an attempt to stop him burning holes in my face. But it didn't work. He still stared, his eyes seemed to have deepened and darkened and for the first time I realized the room was absolutely silent. I couldn't even hear the sound of him breathing.

"Hi Bella" his voiced erupted from his mouth quickly and rushed as if he wanted to say my name as fast as he could, so I wouldn't hear him.

"Hey" I said quietly. What the fuck was I doing? Why wasn't I asking him why the hell he was here? What he thought he was doing saving my life? and Why the fuck was he so beautiful? Oh, scratch the last one.

I opened my mouth in intent to scream at him, and ask him to leave me the fuck alone and never look at me again, but nothing but a gush of air came out. All I could do was fucking breath, and that was hard enough.

He lay back on the seat and closed his eyes. He seemed to be trying rearrange things in his mind, and sort everything out. The expression on his face made it seem like he was almost trying to calm himself down. Why was he angry? He wasn't the one who'd been lying in this hospital bed for three days. He wasn't the one who opened their eyes to bright white lights when they actually never expected them to open again. He wasn't the one with almost a complete stranger staring the shit out of them.

But I couldn't tell him. He was exactly like his father. He had this power over me, but more. He had this control and I wasn't sure if he knew about it.

I turned over onto my side, pretending to go to sleep and praying that when I awoke he'd be gone and I'd be able to get out of this place.

I could feel his eyes on my back. He didn't make a single noise. He just sat there fore how long I didn't know. The time seemed to tick away and I couldn't forget his eyes. I began to inhale deeply through my nose and appreciate the fact he scent had filled the entire room. He smelled amazing. Rich and Strong but not over powering. He smelt of a scent I could only describe as home. Home and the clean male body.

He smelt wonderful.

I head the door swiftly close and turned round to see an empty chair. He'd gone. With not even a goodbye. This boy was not one I should be involved with. He seemed full of silent secrets and hidden insight. He seemed to know just a little too much.

Carlisle appeared at the door smiling.

"Did Edward leave? I hope you managed to say thank you and I hope he explained everything. He hasn't really been acting at all himself since then, did he mention anything to you?"

What do you mean did he mention anything. He didn't fucking say anything. And no I didn't say thank you, and I didn't want to. There was nothing to say thank you for. Perhaps thanks a fucking lot was what I should say. Thanks a fucking lot for bringing me back when I didn't want to.

I seethed with anger. I didn't care that he wasn't acting right and I didn't care about him. Carlisle need to leave the room before I spat out words I couldn't take back and didn't entirely mean.

I nodded in reply to Carlisle. He smiled softly and left me alone.

The sooner I got out of this shitty place the better, the sooner I could see Charlie and the sooner all this shit would disappear and I couldn't go back to being Bella.

Fuck Edward, fuck everything. I lifted my head slightly and felt a pounding headache emerge.

Fuck.

where are we, whats the hell is going on, The dust has only just began to form, crop circles the carpet, sinking, feeling.

Hide and Seek – Imogen Heap