Bella's Point of View.

I laid on the floor, cuts and scrapes heavily bleeding. But it's not like I could feel it. She was dead. I knew who did it, but no one believed me. Royce was so sweet and he was devastated when his Rose died. I wanted to vomit. He sickened me. We didn't even have Rosalie's body, they all automatically assumed that she had died. Myself being one of them.

I couldn't feel it as he kicked me in the gut. I couldn't feel anything since she died. She was all I had. She comforted me and I, her. It was useless living now. I lived for her, but now that she was gone, what have I to live for?

"You aren't even going to scream?" He questioned breathlessly. "Scream!"

I looked at him blankly. "Why?"

"B-Because!" He said angrily. He kicked me again, and again, I didn't feel it.

"Just do it already." I said. "Kill me." Please. Kill me.

He seemed to falter in his steps.

"No, Marie!" Mother shouted. "Don't say that. Don't listen to her."

There she was again, reacting as if she gave a damn.

"Do it." I challenged.

He glowered at me. He pulled his foot back and brought it to my head. It was a swift blow, and I could feel my skull cave in, before it all went black.

I gasped. A light sheen of sweat was on my forehead and I wiped it with the back of my hand before running my fingers through my hair. I went to grab my dream journal, but paused. Did I want to remember this?

My eyes searched the room until they landed on Rose. She frowned and got up from my rocking chair, walking towards me.

"Is everything okay?" She asked. I could hear the concern burn deep in her voice.

I shook my head numbly. "You were dead." I informed her. "And I was all alone in the house with Mom and Dad."

"You don't have to call them that."

I shrugged lightly. "B-But he wasn't drunk. He was just beating me, no motive. I begged him for death." I looked up at her. "It's a strange thing, feeling yourself die."

She frowned and hugged me. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." I said, pulling her closer and burring my head into her shoulder.

Rosalie's Point of View.

She slowly fell asleep and I gently laid her back on the bed. She had asked me to stay with her tonight. She convinced her Dad to let me spend the night. I could drive her to school tomorrow and he had no problem with it.

I pulled away from her and stealthily jumped out of the window to go back to the mansion for a change of clothes.

Alice met me at the door, testily with her hands on her hips.

"So, you'll hang out with her, laughing and having a grand ol' time, but not me? Why not me? What did I do wrong, Rosalie? I've known you longer. I-I don't get it." She frowned, the sadness showing in her large expressive eyes.

I bit my lip and walked through the door quickly. "I'm sorry, Alice. It's hard to explain. I hope when we figure it out ourselves then we can tell all of you."

Edward stared at me. "Rosalie, you might as well tell us. You know secrets aren't kept in this house."

I've kept it this long.

"How long?" Edward asked.

Stop listening to me.

"Sorry, not possible."

I rolled my eyes and shot up the stairs. I found an outfit set out on my bed. Even when Alice was mad at me she had to pick out my clothes. I chuckled and slipped them on and met Emmett at the stairs.

"You should invite her to sit with us." He said while wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "If you like her, she's gotta be a catch."

"Seriously?" I asked him. "You want me to ask her."

"Yeah." He nodded. "I bet she's great."

"Okay, but I'm not sure if she'll say yes though." I said. "But I'll ask her."

Edward huffed in anger, but no one contradicted Emmett. I ran out the door with a kiss goodbye to Emmett.

I climbed up the tree and slid open the window so I wouldn't wake up Charlie. Bella looked at me as I slipped inside her room, landing gracefully.

"Where'd you go?" She asked hoarsely. Her eyes flickered back onto her dream journal before focusing on me again.

"I went to get a change of clothes."

She furrowed her eyes brows and pointed at the duffel bag. "Then what's in there?"

"Nothing."

"Oh." She said dumbly. "I had the dream again. The same exact one. And I got worried when I didn't find you."

I was next to her in a second flat wrapped my arms around her torso and pulling her onto my lap. "Have the memories ever repeated before?"

"No." She shook her head. She chuckled silently. "This is a little weird."

I shrugged and lightly pushed her off. She fell onto the bed, face down.

"Hey!"

"Well, it was a little weird."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up."

I laughed. "Does writing it down help?"

She nodded. "Yes."

I took a deep breath. "Emmett, you know Emmett, right?"

"I've seen him around. He's huge!"

I smirked. "I would know."

She shoved me lightly, or lightly to me. "Nasty!" She laughed. "Get to your point."

"Well, he was wondering if you would like to sit with us at lunch today."

She looked down. "He's r-really big."

"And very nice." I soothed. "Trust me. He may look like he's on steroids, but honestly, he's the sweetest, funniest person you'll ever meet."

"The blonde? He seems angry a lot."

I rolled my eyes. "He's just very emotional."

"And Edward?"

"He's not Matt, Bella."

"I know." She whispered. "You know, you never did explain to me what exactly a vampire is. I have a feeling you're no Dracula."

"You're stalling." I accused.

"No! I'm not." She protested. "I'll sit with you. But next to you, please."

I nodded. "Of course, Bella." I glanced at the clock. "I think it's time you got dressed. I'll meet you down stairs."

I walked down the stairs at human pace. I smiled warmly at Charlie.

"Good morning."

He smiled shyly back. "I have to thank you, Rosalie. Bella is finally happy. I know she's happy here with me, but since she has been with you..."

"It's no problem, Charlie. It's almost as if we're sisters."

"Bella said the same thing." He more mumbled to himself than anybody. "Well, sit down. Would you like something to eat?"

"No thank you." I declined. "I'm not very hungry."

Bella walked into the kitchen before Charlie could protest something.

"Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" I offered.

"You don't have to do that, Rose." Bella said.

Charlie, at the same time said, "Don't bother, Rosalie. It's alright."

"No need to gang up on me."

Charlie looked at his watch. "I have to go to work. I can trust Rosalie to drive you both safely to school."

I flashed him an award wining smile and blinked innocently. "Of course, Charlie."

He blinked, stunned, before nodding slowly. "I'll see you two later. Drive safe!"

"Love you, Dad!" Bella called.

"Love you too." He said back. He walked out of the kitchen and in two minutes his car was down the street.

"It's not fair. You shouldn't do that to him." She scolded lightly.

I tilted my head curiously. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but asked her anyway. "Do what, exactly?"

"Use your vampire hypnosis on him." She explained. "He's human, and you're beautiful. I can only imagine he'd do anything for you."

I shook my head. "No, I don't think he would. Charlie – although he was definitely dazed – wasn't affected by my 'hypnosis'. Most humans in love aren't."

"In love?" She asked. She turned to look at me, disregarding her bowl of Cheerios©. "He doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Well, what about your Mom?"

"He doesn't love her." She said knowingly. "He hates her, and told her himself."

I shrugged. "He's definitely in love though, or else he would still be here staring at me."

She heaved a sigh and poured the milk in her cereal. She walked over to the table and sat down. She spooned her Cheerios and swallowed them, wincing.

"It really hurts your stomach, huh?"

She nodded. "I don't know why though..."

"Eat all of it, please." I pleaded. "For me."

"I'll try."

She gasped. "Rosalie!"

"What?"

"There's a message in my cereal."

I shot up and hovered over her shoulder.

"It spells, 'oooooo'." She laughed. "I can't believe you fell for that. They're Cheerios, Rose."

I huffed, annoyed that I had fallen for it. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

"I was just messing with you." She grinned. "I fooled a vampire." She stuck her tongue at me.

"You're cheerful." I stated.

She looked at me gratefully. "All thanks to you, of course." She swirled her cereal around in the bowl.

"Eat."

"It's soggy."

I glared suspiciously. "Then eat something else."

"I-It couldn't hurt to cut back on the food." She stuttered nervously under her breath. "I mean I–"

"Bella." I said, my voice deadly. "You aren't eating – not because it hurts – but for another reason. Aren't you?"

A cookie to who knows where the Cheerios joke came from.

Thanks to my friend Brooke who kept encouraging me that it was great and she wanted more to read. Well, more like forced me to know that it was great and write more...