It had been a day since I dreamt that Edward came to me and I couldn't stop thinking about him, even if I didn't know if he was real. He seemed so familiar and yet I had no idea who he was…

I had been released back into thereal world the day after the strange dreams. The first in the lunch hall had made no sense anyway. I felt like I was seeing new things but I had already seen them. I replayed the second over and over again in my mind. It was like I was pulled out of the first because the second was more important. It felt so real, so genuine.

Was he just made up? Was he real? Was he actually there? Nonsense. When I woke up everything was just the same as when Charlie and Renée left me to sleep. I woke up seeing the blinds closed but the sun drifted through the gaps, very uncharacteristic for Forks.

The sun, as predicted, didn't stay out for long. Charlie drove me home with Renée in the back seat, asking almost every minute if I was okay. Dr. Jones did my bloods again and I was back to normal. He said that my memory from before the jump would probably not come back. I prayed that it did. I wanted to know more about Edward, even if he wasn't real. I would just have to wait for my brain to connect it all together.

My room was just the same as before, messy with some tidy areas. I slowly unpacked the things that had made their way to hospital, my mind drifting back to my dreams again.

Why had that one felt so real? Was it real? Who was he?!

My mind spun and I had to sit on my bed to calm myself down. I heard I quiet knock at my door. Charlie slid into my room.

"Hey Bella, someone's here to see you."

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Jacob." He continued. Slowly and unsure, I followed him downstairs. As he said, Jake was there, sitting on the couch in front of the TV. His eyes shot up when I trudged in.

He was up in flash and embraced me in a bear hug. I could smell the scent of the woods on his body. He was strangely warm and inviting…

"Hey Bells." Jake said, pulling away but keeping his hand on my shoulders to check if I was okay.

"Hey." I smiled a little, but I felt quite tired to do much more.

He eyed my dozy smile. "You okay?"

"Just a little tired really."

"Oh, well I was just dropping in to say hi and make sure you were okay. I guess I'll see you." And then he planted a warm kiss on my cheek and shut the front door quietly behind him. I felt my face go red.

I tramped back up the stairs, knowing that my face had yet to cool down. I pressed my hands to my cheek and sat on my bed. Soon enough drossiness had taken over and I felt myself slide under the covers.

I was in a lunch hall. The same lunch hall as before and it was still crowded. I could see teens shouting and a queue that had formed to get food, again. It was still apparently lunch. I turned knowing I sat at a table with girls and boys of my age, possibly class mates but I couldn't recall their names. I felt my head move again and my eyes fall on a table with a group of four sitting far from the rest of the noisy teens.

I felt my eyes open wide for they were all shockingly beautiful. There were three boys and a girl. One was big, muscular with dark curly hair. Opposite him was an amazing blond, the kind of girl that could just walk by and she would shoot your confidence in the face. Next to her was taller, leaner but still muscular boy and he had honey-blond hair. Next to him was – to my wonder and surprise – Edward. The very boy I dreamt of, with his wild, untidy hair complementing his topaz eyes brilliantly. A small girl jumped down into the seat next to the blonde boy. She had ink black hair that made her look elf-like. It was so dark it almost looked blue in the fake light from the room. Soon enough, she was up again but this time carrying her lunch away.

Their beauty shocked me but I couldn't get over the fact that Edward was just sitting with them. Even if I had made him up, why would he be back in, – well, it looked a lot like the lunch hall Forks High but then again, didn't every lunch hall? – My dreams?

I felt my lips move this time. The girl sitting next to me and I heard her say "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Jasper and Rosalie Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife."

As if called, Edward's eyes flicked up to meet mine, his golden gaze intense.

My eyes tossed themselves open.

6:32. I had woken up an hour before it seemed reasonable to get up and it was a Saturday which meant I had the right to stay in for an extra two at least.

But I didn't want to. Edward's gaze was burned into my mind; extreme and even slightly irritated. He couldn't actually be from my imagination; I wasn't that creative, was I? I wasn't ever able to think about anyone so perfect before so why now? Why was he fixed in my mind with such a force it worried me.

I massaged my temple thinking about how this could have all happened. I didn't notice that I started pacing around my room until the floorboard squeaked, bringing me out of my mental brawl.

I crept downstairs and put the TV on low, so not to wake Charlie. I could hear his snores from the lounge so I knew I was safe. The channel it started up on was the end of a romance movie, a couple were inching closer and closer to each others' faces. Then the man stopped, so close to her face they were breathing in each others' breath and said "Marry me".

I shut the TV off as the tears started flowing from my eyes.

There was so much missing from my life, so much I didn't know. These dreams I kept having and how I had no idea whether to believe them or not. How could I trust my mind when I knew I had made myself jump off a cliff? Why, for all the reasons in the world, had I jumped?

Love.

It must have been love. Though not remembering falling for anyone I knew from enough soaps that when you heart is broken, sometimes it can't be fixed. Maybe that was it, the reason behind everything. Maybe my heart shattered and all I needed was to go and pick up the pieces. The pieces I knew to be in my dreams.

And from then on I knew I would be doing a lot more sleeping. I grabbed the cover throw that sat on top of the sofa and wrapped it around me, knowing how, even if I wasn't tired, I should still sleep.

Maybe it will help me understand… I thought, before drifting back into pleasant unconsciousness.

I was walking into a science lab. I had my bad slung casually around my shoulder, not caring where I was going because I knew I was sure to trip up at some point. I walked up to the teacher and noticed the board had Mr. Banner written on it, only after I noticed that Edward Cullen was sitting next to the only available seat. As I passed him he seemed to go rigid in his seat. His eyes were pitch-black and furious. Naturally, I tripped and I heard a giggle from the table next to me. Mr. Banner handed me a book as his mouth moved something I couldn't hear. I nodded, confused at the lack of sound. My feet moved me towards the seat next to Edward, but I was bewildered from the look he'd given me.

I didn't look up as I pulled out my equipment and set my book on the table but I saw he posture change out of the corner of my eye. He was leaning away from me, sitting on the very edge of his seat, looking away like he smelt something bad. I felt my hand touch my hair and drag a strand to my nose. It didn't smell bad; it smelt of my strawberry shampoo. I let my hair drop over my right shoulder, creating a screen between us. I turned my head back to Mr. Banner but I couldn't help sneaking looks at him.

During the whole lesson, his never relaxed his position. His left hand was clenched into a fist on his leg, tendons standing out under his pale skin. His shirt sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, showing his forearm off perfectly.

The lesson was quick but it felt like forever. I was waiting for his posture to change but it never did. He shot out of room faster than anything I'd ever seen before. I was left wide-eyed, staring at the door.

Then everything seemed to speed up, like on a video. I saw blurs of a gym lesson and then everything starting going at the right speed. I shook my head to rid myself of the dizziness.

I pushed the door open and stepped into a front office. It was warmer than outside where, in the distortion of speeding up, I noticed it had started to rain.

But I wasn't concerned about the rain, about how my hair would look wet and frizzy. I was concerned about why Edward Cullen was arguing with the receptionist by the desk. I moved to the side of the wall and waited for them to finish.

After carefully listening in on their conversation, I got the vague idea that Edward wanted to change his sixth-hour class. His sixth-hour class was biology, with me.

"Never mind, then" he said hastily "I can see it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help." He turned and darted out of the door into the pouring rain, without looking at me once.

I slowly sat up, trying to calm my breathing. The throw had been flung on to the floor and I could see from the clock on the TV that it was at least eight. Charlie bustled in.

"You alright Bella?" He asked, noticing I was sitting on the sofa, in pajamas, breathing fast enough to be hyperventilating.

"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep dad. I came down here and fell asleep again. I must've had a nightmare."

The lie seemed to work. "Okay then, Bells, you rest up. I've told the school you'll be back on Monday but we'll see how you do. I've got to get off now." He grabbed his jacket off the peg in the hall and stuck his head back in. "You sure you're okay?"

"Fine, dad. Don't worry."

I didn't think until I heard the door slam.

What was going on? Edward had, in my dream just yesterday, come and declared his love for me. This time around, I find him glaring at me with pure hatred and loathing. Nothing was making any sense at all. Maybe I was just making it all up, maybe I was stupid to believe anyone so amazingly beautiful would like me and that's why my mind made him up.

It was plainly obvious that I was crazy.

But even when dreaming up crazed stories about astonishingly handsome boys that would fall in love with me, I kept getting a strange déjà vu feeling, like I'd been there before.

I hid my face in my hands. I was truly going mental, but this time I knew it. It had been the reason for my jumping, how could it have been love? No one like that would really exist and even if they did, why would they take any interest in me? No one had ever taken any interest in me before, why would they ever?

All the same, I couldn't get his face out of my head. His golden, topaz eyes that had been coal black in the last dream. His wind-swept, untidy, yet amazingly irresistible hair. Even with black eyes, he looked like a super-model.

Nothing was making sense but with every dream I was sure of something.

It was déjà vu every time.


A/N: I love you all -hug-
Edward POV next chapter or maybe an Alice one if I have the patience... She's actually quite hard to write, as is Edward, but she's a lot harder... I'm really not sure who I should pick. Maybe Rosalie or Emmett...Carlisle would be good but they're all hard... Esme? Nuh-uh. That's a no-no.

In case you didn't get that, Bella has come to the conclusion she is crazy but can't help thinking about her imaginary Edward (though we know he's real!) She doesn't want to believe herself but she likes it too much. I mean, who wouldn't?

Emma