In a few weeks time, Hanna was up and walking, slowly of course, but at least she was moving. She had woken up to a bare room, nothing but her and her bed. The desk and everything else, she had later learned, had been destroyed.

She didn't talk much after the fight, the time she wasn't spending with Aro, she was alone in her room, either sleeping, staring and daydreaming, or writing. When she wrote, it was nothing spectacular. She was writing down memories from this life time, the good and the bad, and once she was done with this life time, she began to move backwards, the memories reeling in her head like a movie strip.

She got Aro to put a new desk and chair in the room, along with a laptop. He did as she asked, and she kept all her journals, where she kept her memories now, in a large drawer in the desk, it was locked, but any of the vampires could get into it, it was a flimsy lock when it came to the creatures of the supernatural.

She was on her bed, laying on her back when a figure stopped at the door. She didn't look at the male body that stayed in her doorway, she just kept staring at the ceiling. When he strode into view, her eyes flickered over to him, and her heart stopped. Edward was standing in front of her. He looked pained, and she realized that she hadn't changed from her shorts and tube top, that he could see the dark yellow, sickly-looking bruises on her body. She shifted her body, not feeling as uncomfortable as she should, in front of him. She still trusted him, even though he had bitten her and she felt like she had betrayed him, her feelings weren't gone for this immortal being. She blinked away tears.

"Edward, you were allowed back into the Volturi?" She asked and he gave a curt nod. He must have talked to Aro and apologized, or something.

She tried to think of something to say, anything to keep him here. She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, and stared him down.

"Why are you here Edward?" She snapped, a sudden surge of anger coming over her. Why was she angry? Because he hadn't tried to even understand why she had done what she had done, or that it had saved his life, whatever life he had left. The image from her dream, the dead Edward with a still-beating heart flickered into her vision and she blinked it away. Now he was the one looking angry. He sat down at the chair at the desk and laid his arm behind him, on the desk, he had unknowingly put his fingertips on the drawer that held her life story.

"I'm here to make sure you don't do something stupid. Carlisle told me to come here," he snapped and she flinched. He wasn't here on his own terms, he was here because he had to be, he was here to babysit her. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Get out," she whispered, and that was somehow scarier then when the average person screamed. Edward stayed where he was, stubborn boy.

She slowly got out of her bed and walked over to stand in front of Edward. He couldn't read anything about her, not her eyes, her words, her body language, or her mind.

"Get. Out." She hissed and pointed to her door. Edward got up too fast for her eyes to catch and she flinched backwards. He stood in front of her, waiting for her to tell him again, so he was sure that she meant it.

"Hanna, I'm sorry," he whispered once he saw a pool of tears in each of her eyes. He reached up to wipe them away. She swatted his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed and stepped away from him, the whole room shaking with the force of her anger and grief. He forced himself to step toward her.

"Hanna, calm down, you're going to bring this whole place down," he whispered, cupping her face in both his hands.

She shoved him away and stepped away again, backing straight into a wall. She crouched and held her head in her hands, her fingers hooking in her hair. It looked as if she was trying to crush her own skull.

He crouched in front of her and tried to calm her down.

"Hanna-"

"Get away from me!" She screamed and her bed creaked, then broke in half, folding in on itself. Edward fell back on his hands, the force of her anger was trying to crush him as well, and it was a terrible force, being so close to her. The desk snapped and splintered, but the journals inside were safe, she had the conscious mind not to destroy them. He had to get closer to her, he had to do something to help before she destroyed everything in the room, including him.

He looked at her and froze, her mouth was open in a scream, and her hair was whipping around violently, but it seemed as if she was in her own world, as if she was in a snow globe, nothing could get in or out of that world. It looked as if she was encased in liquid glass, and it was swirling around her.

Then it exploded, that world of hers. The liquid glass shot out and captured everything in world, including Edward. He nearly covered his ears at the sounds of her screams, they were terrible and angry; they were full of pain. He lurched forward and tried to get a grasp on her, but his fingers bent backwards, away from her. He gritted his teeth and started to crawl toward her, he felt the bones in his body, as he got closer to her, start to snap and splinter, like the wood of the desk.

A large, destructive-looking crack swam through the marble above them, threatening to bury them in the heavy minerals.

Edward leaped forward and wrapped his arms around Hanna, drawing her close, even though the liquid glass that still surrounded her body pierced his body and seemed to set everything in his body on fire.

"Hanna, I'm here," he whispered and meant it. He wasn't going anywhere. Everything went still, as if they were in that snow globe, but everything was quite, nothing in the entire world seemed to breath.

"Edward, I'm sorry." she shuddered and wrapped her arms around him tightly, drinking in his essence, the very fact that he was there at all, even if he didn't love her anymore, even if he no longer trusted her, if he was there, in front of her, she was fine.