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~"Edward, I have something to tell you."~

~"I'm getting married to Phil!"~

6 Months Later

Edward POV

"Edward," I heard a soft voice call. I looked around the room, realizing that I recognized it. The bed with the blue comforter was familiar. The tan walls weren't distinctive to the average eye. But I knew this room. After all, this was my old bedroom. Books and toys scattered haphazardly on the floor.

"Edward," the voice repeated. I turned to the sound. My mother was standing there in faded blue jeans, a blue t-shirt, with her bronze hair - identical to mine - pulled into a low ponytail.

For a long time, I couldn't find my voice. "M-Mom?" I whispered.

She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling. "Edward. I love you."

I searched her eyes carefully. "I know."

"Do you love me?"

I truly couldn't answer her. "I-I -"

"Edward!"

My eyes snapped open. Emmett was standing over me, a huge smirk on his face. "Wow, I was actually awake before you. Late night?" he guessed.

I wordlessly glared at him. There had been no late nights for me in months. I'd stopped going out on dates months ago as well. Ever since that night...

"Guess who I went out with last night?" He grinned.

"Emmett, can I just get dressed?" I asked quietly.

He was either oblivious to my request or just didn't care. "Tanya Denali!"

"Good for you," I muttered, rubbing my head.

I had to get him out of here. That dream had been too much for me to handle. I was losing control. My breathing quickened, and the room spun slightly.

Emmett was still blabbing about his date. "... mean, the movie was pretty bad, but making out with Tanya for half an hour made up for it."

"Emmett, get out," I snapped.

He met my gaze angrily. "You're just jealous that I went out with Tanya. I knew you had a thing for her."

"No, I don't. Get out." My stomach started to churn, and my limbs felt like they weighed a ton. My ears started to ring loudly.

"You know, Edward, just because you don't go out anymore doesn't mean that you can't at least listen to how mine went," Emmett ranted.

My mouth was extremely dry, and my breathing which had previously been quick was on the verge of hyperventilation. There was one thing I could do. "Carlisle!" I shouted as loud as I could.

He should be here. It was too early for him to be at the hospital.

"Oh, yeah. You're telling on me? That's mature, Edward," Emmett muttered, leaving.

The room was spinning. I felt extremely light-headed, and everything was starting to fade.

"Edward? Are you all right?" That had to be Carlisle. There was a gasp. "Edward, breathe deeply. You have to slow your breathing."

I focused solely on that for a long time, and before long, I was roughly back to normal. My breathing was still a little off.

"What happened?"

"I had a dream," I mumbled. "It wasn't good. And then Emmett wouldn't leave. I just kept getting worse." I swallowed. "I'm sorry."

Carlisle sighed. "It's not your fault, Edward. I'll speak to Emmett about staying out of your room in the morning. You should get ready for school."

I nodded. It took me a while to calm down enough to shower and get dressed. I was dreading walking downstairs to Esme. No doubt she'd already heard about my little episode. Esme constantly worried about me. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate it.

Ever since that night with Jessica, I'd been different. Instead of spending all my time dating girls, I played piano and focused on school work. Emmett was still unaware of the changes. I declined going to parties. I never dated anymore. I mostly stayed away from human contact, trying to get my life in order.

The episodes mostly happened after I woke up, but they'd never been that intense.

"Edward!" Esme cried, coming to wrap her arms tightly around me.

My throat closed up for a moment before I took a deep breath through my nose. "I'm okay, Esme. Really."

"Aww. Poor Eddie," Emmett snickered.

I ignored him. "Really, Esme. I'm fine."

She was clutching me like, well, like I was dying. She was about half a foot shorter than me, but that didn't stop her. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back a little bit.

"Esme, it's okay."

She nodded, blinking back tears.

Emmett smirked at me. "We'll talk about this later," he muttered, brushing past me.

Great. Just what I needed. A heart-to-heart with Emmett. This was bound to be a disaster.

We were leaving for school within minutes. I turned on the ignition in the Volvo, and we were on our way to school. School. I mentally sighed. When I'd been popular, I'd looked forward to it. Now I could barely force myself to go. The contact with that many people on that scale was overwhelming. The only person I talked to was Jasper Hale. He was a junior like myself, and he wasn't necessarily popular. He was, however, well-liked. There was a difference.

Emmett immediately jumped into his little heart-to-heart. "Okay, so what was that in the kitchen?"

I took a deep breath. I couldn't reveal too much. "Emmett, why do you think I wanted you out of my room?"

"Because you have a thing for Tanya Denali, and didn't want to hear about my amazing date with her?" He truly was an idiot, wasn't he?

"How many times do I have to tell you?! I don't have a thing for Tanya." Deep breath. Get back to the topic at hand. "Emmett, have you not realized how different I am?"

"Duh, I've noticed it. But I didn't want to say anything because I thought you were going to grow out of it."

Maybe he wasn't as stupid as I'd originally assumed. "I had an ... episode while you were talking about Tanya. Something happened, Em. Six months ago. That night I went out with Jessica, and she mentioned how tan I was." That was still completely random.

I was pale now. I'd stopped going outside long ago. I didn't want a reminder of that night. So instead of being tan, I was pale. Nearly white.

"Well, what happened?" he asked.

I took a deep breath, my hands shaking. "Carlisle came into my room that night. And he said he had something to tell me..."

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