Meh. Thanks for all of the reviews...But...Bleh. And there is no need to hunt me down. I am updating now. Grr. And I'm sick. So Bleh.

Chapter 4: ? (Bleh. I shall stop naming my chapters. I can't think of any anymore.)

EPOV

I opened the mail and nearly screamed.

The picture was Bella. Her eyes, wide with horror, blood running down her face from the multiple scratches, the tears and blood mixing, leaving pink tracks down her face through the dirt. Her peach dress all brown and ripped, her legs, curled underneath her. Her arms, shackled to the grimy wall.

No. Oh, my God, no. Why? I got up from my chair, and walked to my door, and wrenched it open. I walked into my parent's room. They were asleep. I approached my mother's side. I shook her shoulder. "Mother, wake up. Mother..."

She opened her eyes. "Edward. What's wrong?"

"Wake up father, and come into my room. I need to go wake up Alice," I said, walking out. I turned before leaving. "Whatever you do, do not look at the computer screen."

I headed down the hall to Alice's room. I opened the door. She was curled up on her bed, under the pink duvet. Her spiky hair in a disarray around her calm face. I approached her. "Alice...Wake up...Ally...," I said, shaking her shoulder.

"Edward! Did they find her?!" she said, shooting up.

"No. But I need you to see something. You won't like it. At all. But maybe because you see things sometimes, you can get a vibe from the picture," I said, pulling her up.

She gulped. "O-okay."

We walked to my room, where Mother and Father were waiting.

"This is a quite disturbing image. And I have no idea how they got ahold of my e-mail address. But I think you have to see this," I said, walking to the computer, and jiggling the mouse, turning off the screensaver. The image of Bella appeared.

"Oh, my God!" Esme screamed, putting her hand over her mouth.

"My word," Carlsile said, pulling Esme away from the screen.

"Alice?" I asked, turning to face my elder sister.

"Oh. My. God. Bella...No..Those..Those bastards!" she shouted, running to the screen. "I need to be alone," she said, implying she needed to concentrate to get a vision.

We all left and went downstairs.

Sorry it's so short. I am sick, and can't write. Ugh. Next chapter we will surely have more. I promise.