A/N: Hello my readers. Here we are with Chapter 6!

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On with Chapter SIX!

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"I think we need to talk Tanya." He glanced at me. "In private. I'm sorry for this Bella. I'll talk to you again soon."

His face still stiff and hard with anger and annoyance, he swiftly walked out of the room, taking Tanya's hand and pulling her after him, leaving me standing there, a little shell shocked over what just happened.

Chapter 6: Disturbia

To say everything was just fine and dandy after the "Edward and Bella Talk" would be a lie. Everything was not fine and dandy and sugar filled, well, at least not for me. To say I was content would be a major overstatement; to say I was miserable would be a tad more accurate. Just a tad. I wasn't content or happy. I was just… there.

That statement was probably vague and confusing but bare with me as I try to explain.

I stayed true to my compromise of being "friends", but that didn't mean I was enjoying it. I sat with the Cullens, Rose, and Jasper at lunch and hung out with them in the dorms, but I wasn't really with them. Sure I was with them in body, but not in mind.

I talked, I hung out, I did whatever with them, but I still distanced myself. Instead of going out with them, I would make up some excuse to study. Alice noticed this, and I could tell she was hurt, but it was for her own good. She just didn't know it yet.

Not to mention there were other things that kept me miserable.

I kept having the nightmare every night. I hadn't had it every night since Renee died, but for some weird reason, it just kept coming back. I left Phoenix for a change of scenery, to hopefully push the nightmares away. But it did the exact opposite. They came back, now worse than ever.

Sometimes, Rosalie would have to wake me up from them. I felt bad interrupting her sleep, but she kept reassuring me it was alright. Nevertheless, I still felt guilty. But other nights, when Rosalie would sleep over at Emmett's, I would have to wake up on my own. It was even worse since I would be alone when I did wake up. Those were some of the few times I wished I wasn't alone.

Another thing that would contribute to my wonderful miserable-ness would be the presence of Tanya. Yup, Edward and Tanya were still an 'item', which annoyed me to no end. I wasn't jealous or anything, nope, so not jealous, but I really thought Edward was going to break up with her the day we talked. Apparently they 'worked things out' and were still together. This didn't help me even though now Tanya was being civil, I guess, towards me, I still got the death glare whenever Edward wasn't looking, and I'm pretty sure she flipped me the bird a few times behind Edward's back. So nice.

Not like I was a threat to her. I was alone right now, supposedly working on an essay, but in reality, I was sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen.

What was 'life'? Why do we 'live'? Why do people feel uncomfortable talking about dying? Jeez, I sounded like weirdo fortune teller. I shouldn't have read Tuesdays with Morrie.

The phone rang, calling me out of my reverie. It was Friday night, almost two weeks since I came to Seattle University. Who the hell would be calling? It was probably for Rosalie. I contemplated ignoring it, but then decided to answer. It would give me a distraction.

"Hello?" I answered as I picked up the phone.

"Hey Bells." I recognized Charlie's voice and silently thanked the Phone Gods for making me pick up. I was meaning to call him all week, but I was sort of… distracted.

"Hi Dad. How have you been?"

"I'm fine Bella, but I should be asking that to you. How have you been? I just heard that the Cullen kids are in Seattle too. Have you seen them?"

"Yeah. I have. And I'm fine." Lie. "Um, Dad?"

"Yeah, kid?"

I took a deep breath to compose myself. I would have to ask this question sooner or later.

"Have they, uh, have the police… found anything yet? Have they found anyone?"

I heard the audible sigh on the other end. That could only mean one thing…

"No, I'm sorry Bella. They really are working hard on this, but unfortunately they haven't found anyone."

"But it's been months, and they have nothing?!" I didn't mean to sound so ignorant, but it was really frustrating, not to mention I was miserable, so I wasn't exactly in a happy-go-lucky mood.

"I know Bella, calm down. They really are working hard."

"Well working hard just isn't good enough! It's obviously not going anywhere with just hard work!"

"Well, what do you propose they do? You aren't the Phoenix police Bella. Besides, it could be easier if you would talk with them again. Are you sure you don't remember anything?"

"No I don't" I answered quickly. "I don't remember a thing. I told you already. And since I don't remember anything, there is no reason for me to talk with the police anymore. It would be a waste of time."

Charlie sighed again, "Fine, Bella. But if you do remember something…"

"I'll contact the police, I know."

"Good. Listen Bella…" he paused. I knew he was about to go into a heartfelt father/daughter moment, which was hard for him since Charlie wasn't exactly an emotional person. "I'm proud of you. You've been through… a lot in the past couple of months, and I'm proud of how… strong you're being. I know it's been hard…"

My eyes started to water at Charlie's thoughtfulness. It had been hard, very hard. Losing Renee was… shattering, and it touched me to know Charlie was worried about me.

"… I just want you to know I miss her too, kid." Charlie said.

"I know Dad, I know you miss her too. And I'm sorry for being difficult. It's just so… frustrating with the police and everything…" The door opened as I said police. "Listen, I got to go now."

"Okay Bells… call me soon okay?" I could tell he was a little surprised by my abrupt goodbye from the bewildered tone of his voice.

"I will. Bye… I love you, Dad."

"You too."

I hung up, and turned around to face the door, only to find everyone, and by 'everyone', I mean Edward, Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and even Tanya staring back at me. Crap, did they just hear my tearful goodbye? I must have sounded like an emotional wreck, which wasn't too far from the truth actually.

"Bella? Are you okay?" Alice said walking towards me.

I nodded, reaching up and brushing away the single tear from my cheek.

"I'm fine Ali."

"What did you mean by the 'police'?" Emmett asked. Rosalie swiftly smacked the back of his head when he said it.

"Emmett! Quit prying!"

"But Rosie…"

I sighed and took him out of his misery by saying, "Nothing. The police part wasn't anything important. You know how my father is a police chief…"

I was a horrible liar and the lie practically screamed itself out in that sentence, but nobody questioned me further, but Edward did give me a very skeptical look.

"So… you up for a movie night, Bella?" Alice asked me, setting down some DVDs on the coffee table.

"Um…"

"Come on, Bella. You've been working all day." Jasper said.

I shrugged, giving in. What harm could a couple movies do? It was only Friday.

Alice gave a little victory squeal before spreading out the DVDs to show me. Apparently it was horror movie night; most of the movies were about ghosts or the supernatural or whatnot.

The Blair Witch Project, The Sixth Sense, The Ring, The Grudge, and Psycho.

I had seen all of these except for Psycho, which was an older film that Charlie forbid me to watch when I was a little kid. Something about it being far too scary for a ten-year-old…

"Okay, let's only pick two to watch, since I doubt anyone will be able to stay awake any longer than that." Edward said.

"One has to be The Blair Witch Project. I heard it is really good." Rose said, picking up the DVD and examining it. It was good; I remembered watching it with Renee back in Phoenix. We were clinging to each other by the end of the movie. Well, actually she was clinging to me and I was laughing at her.

"Oh! And Psycho! I watched that when I was eight and I had nightmares for weeks!" Emmett said, excited to relive his childhood fear.

"We remember." Alice said, rolling her eyes.

I sat down in the bowl chair by myself, pulling the blanket over me, as Rose popped the popcorn and Jasper put in the DVD for The Blair Witch Project.

Watching the movie again was enjoyable. I wasn't easily scared by ghosts and such. I could tell by looking around the room that everyone, even Emmett, was spooked by the film. When Heather Donahue taped her apology, the flashlight shining into her teary eyes, I could practically hear the shivers going up everyone's spines.

Of course, I didn't need to pay attention to be able to tell Tanya was scared. That had to be the only part of watching the movie that I didn't like. I knew she was only screaming and grabbing onto Edward every five minutes for attention, but it was still exceedingly annoying. Thankfully Edward told her to be quiet halfway through the movie, but that didn't stop her from whimpering and whispering "Eddie, save me!" several times. I could tell the others were just as annoyed as me.

When the movie ended, Jasper got up and put in Psycho. In reality, I was already sleepy, my eyes were drooping, but I didn't want to disturb their move watching with my nightly nightmares, so I fought to stay awake.

I didn't take long before I no longer needed to fight.

My eyes were wide as I stared at the TV screen, showing the path of a psychological killer. When the lead actress, Janet Leigh, was killed, stabbed in the shower, I was literally frozen to the spot.

Stabbed.

Blood… all that blood.

I started breathing heavily, my eyes darted around the room at the others, who were completely oblivious to my steadily rising panic level. Why couldn't they see it? It was right there! She was dying! There's so much blood!

This time, instead of Tanya screaming, it was me. I screamed. Loud. It was a natural reaction. I could no longer see the people, my friends, in the room with me. All I saw were the memories flooding through me brain. I lied before when I told Charlie I didn't remember anything from my mother's death. I had remembered everything.

Ever since it happened, I had been pushing the experience away. Suppressing the images that would be burned into my mind for the rest of my life. All it took was for that one traumatizing stabbing scene to make them break free and attack me.

I was sobbing now, no longer screaming, as I begged for whomever to turn off the TV. I didn't want to see it anymore. My face was hidden inside my hands, as I rocked back and forth. I felt several pairs of hands on my shoulders, a pair of tiny pair of arms trying to hug me but I shook them all off. I didn't want to be touched. Don't touch me! Get away!

But them I felt another pair of arms encircling me, stronger, more comforting arms. This time I didn't shake them off, instead I leaned into them. Something about this person's arms were soothing and I wasn't afraid of them like I was of the others.

The person was rubbing my back comfortingly, whispering soothing words of calm in my ear. As soon as my mind cleared, I recognized the voice.

Edward.

No wonder I was able to calm down. He was always able to comfort me when I needed it. Well, most of the time. My sobs slowly stopped as he continued to rub my back.

When I calmed down enough to think straight, he pulled back. My body immediately missed his warmth.

"Are you alright now, Bella?" Edward asked, his voice soft.

I nodded and looked around apologetically at everyone else. They were all standing there, looking at me worriedly, probably wanting to know what caused this outburst. Tanya, of course, just looked annoyed. By the way she glared at me, she wanted me dead, especially after Edward held me.

"Bella? What just happened?" Alice asked in a rather cautious tone, probably afraid I would set off again.

I shrugged and said, "I'm sorry. I'm fine now." My breathing still had a few hiccups in it from the crying.

"Bella, what made you react like that?" Rosalie asked.

"I don't know." I lied. The lie sounded so obvious that everyone's eyebrows immediately shot up. I should work on my lying skills.

"Bella…" Rose trailed off and I knew nothing good would come out of her mouth next. "That is exactly how you react to your…" stopped, but I could tell she was about to say 'nightmares'.

"React to what?" Jasper said, turning to look at Rosalie.

"Nothing." I said quickly. "Nothing to be concerned about."

"Bella, that reaction right there is something to be concerned about. It was as if you were possessed. It isn't normal."

"Are you calling me abnormal? Am I a freak?"

"Well, what if he is?" Emmett said, stepping forward. "We're only trying to help you, Bella. If you don't tell us what Rose was talking about, then Rose will just have to tell us herself."

I turned to Rosalie, looking at her pleadingly, silently begging her not to tell them. They would worry, they would pry, they would try to get involved, which was the last thing I needed. More people involved.

But, lucky me, Rose didn't seem to notice how important it was that other people did not know. Instead she said, "I'm sorry Bella, but I think they should know. I think it will help you."

"No it won't! I don't need help!"

But Rose shook her head. Traitor.

"Bella's been having reoccurring nightmares. Every night. When I'm not with Emmett, I have to wake her up from them. She's exactly as she was a minute ago; screaming and thrashing."

Everyone stared at me with wide eyes. I felt like an animal on display at the zoo. Anger shook me as I glared at Rose. At her betrayal. Okay, she didn't exactly say she wasn't going to tell anyone, but I thought she'd understand I didn't want anyone to know.

In everyone's eyes (except for Tanya's) I saw the one thing I never wanted: Pity. Was I really that pitiful? Was I really such a charity case? If that's what I seemed like to them, I wanted nothing to do with them.

"Bella, what do you dream about at night to make you scream like that?" Edward asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Nothing!" I almost shouted, putting my face in my hands. This was beyond frustrating. I shouldn't of let them convince me to watch those stupid movies. I should have known nothing good would have come from watching horror flicks. Damn movie night to the fiery pits of Hades.

"Talking about it will help." Alice said.

"No it won't, because there is nothing that needs helping!"

"Please just tell us…"

"No."

"Bella…"

"No! don't Bella me, because I don't need your help or anyone's help. Why don't you mind your own business and quit trying to butt your little heads into places they don't belong!"

With that said, I stood up from the bowl chair and practically ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I almost tripped on the way there, but I miraculously caught myself before I could make an acquaintance with the floor.

I sank down onto the floor on the bathroom and laid my cheek against the cold tile. I could hear the others on the other side of the door calling me, but I didn't respond.

This just made things more difficult. Now they knew something was going on with me and would probably continue to try and figure things out. Stupid idiots. Why couldn't they just leave well enough alone?

I rolled over and stared at the wall, waiting for them to leave. I knew Rosalie probably wouldn't go to Emmett's tonight; she would stay in our room, waiting for me to come out so she could pounce.

Well, I couldn't let that happen, so I guessed my only option was to stay in the bathroom all night. That was comforting. I would definitely be getting a good night's sleep tonight.

Finally after half an hour or so, they left, taking Rose with them. I guess she sensed I wasn't going to come out with her waiting on the other side. Well, that and the fact she wouldn't be able to use the bathroom for a long while.

I waited for another hour, to make sure they really were gone, before quietly creeping out of the bathroom and towards my bed. The dorm room was dark and quiet as I slipped beneath the covers.

Of course, I had the nightmare that night and woke up screaming bloody murder. Eh, I probably did need help. A therapist, a grief counselor, anything, but there was no way in hell I was going to accept it.

The next day I left for class, carefully avoiding anywhere the Traitor and her gang of traitor-followers would be lurking about, and made it there safely. Max and Fang could tell there was something wrong with me, but didn't pry.

See? That's what good friends do.

At lunch, still avoiding my 'friends', I went to the university's library to read. It was actually quite comforting. To forget all your troubles and, if even for only an hour or two, escape into someone's else's world, was a 'sweet escape'.

After classes were over, however, I knew I had to face reality as I stared at my closed dorm room door. I knew Rosalie was behind it, waiting for me to come in. No doubt they knew I was avoiding them today, and with good reason.

But I had to face her sooner or later. She was my roommate for heaven's sake, I couldn't avoid her forever as much as I wanted to.

When I opened the door, I was enveloped into a tight hug by none other than my roomie and… Alice? Well, that was unexpected. Luckily it was only those two, and the guys and Tanya stayed away.

"Bella! I'm so, so sorry! I never thought you'd react that way! I really did think I was helping you. I'm so sorry." Rosalie said, still hugging me.

I gently patted Rose on the back and she let go.

"Really, Bella. I didn't think it would make you worse. I shouldn't have done that. It wasn't my business to tell. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too, Bella." Alice said. "I was being nosy too. I thought I was helping, but I obviously wasn't. And all the guys are very sorry as well. They want you to know they never meant to hurt you. We shouldn't have pushed you. It was wrong, and we're all so, so, so sorry! Please don't isolate yourself like that again, Bella. You scared us for a bit. Please say you forgive us."

I expected Alice to give me her puppy-dog pout like she used to whenever she wanted something or didn't want me to be angry with her anymore. But this time, there was no pout, only sincerity in her eyes. I guess I really did worry her by my actions. I immediately felt guilty.

"I forgive you, Ali. I'm not angry anymore. And I'm sorry too. I over reacted."

"No, you didn't." Rose said, shaking her head. "We pushed you too far. We should have known that we were crossing some lines."

"It's okay now. Just please don't bring it up again. If I want to talk to you guys about anything, I will approach you. If I don't seek you out first, it means I don't want to talk, okay?"

They both nodded, relieved that I wasn't going to give them a hard time about it. And I guess I was relieved too. I didn't like avoiding them. Hopefully now, everything can go back to normal.

Of course, 'normal' had its own plans, and they didn't involve coming back.

A/N: Hmm… Hit or Miss? I can only find out if you REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!

And don't worry, I know what happened to Renee is a little vague, but you will get a much more detailed explanation (maybe a flashback to that faithful day…?) in a future chapter.

SO, on with more Twilight movie opinions. Is it just me or does Taylor Lautner (Jacob Black) look incredibly unflattering with long hair? Sure, with short hair he is pretty cute, but with the long hair I was all "ewwww". I know he's SUPPOSED to have long hair in the first book, but couldn't they like, tie it back in a ponytail or something? Isn't it tied in a ponytail in the book?

And some people are criticizing how the dude playing Laurent isn't French and how he's supposed to be French and blah, blah, blah. Well, maybe he faked a French accent for the movie. Also, Edward is supposed to be American, but Rob Pattinson is British, so why all the harsh criticism?

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