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Sigh, it's almost over... NOT!

All this time I was wasting,
Hoping you would come around
I've been givin' out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taken me this long baby
But I figured you out
And you think it would be fine again
But not this time around

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby,
Like I did before
You're not sorry.
Oh no, no, no.

Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waitin' in the cold
And you got to share your secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

Your Not Sorry, by Taylor Swift

Chapter 32

"Here you are Edward, your pretty princess" Emmet laughed, pushing me forward. Stumbling on my own feet, the ground was getting nearer and nearer, but a pair of cold hands put me upright swiftly.

"Don't you ever call me pretty princess again" I hissed, pushing away from Edward, who of course caught me. Emmet smiled and backed away slowly, hands up. I turned back to Edward and I was met with an icy stare.

"Why the hell did you come?" I demanded, bitterly. Edward closed his eyes and took a sharp intake of breath. "I came here to apologize for leaving you" He said, like he forced himself too. His eyes were still closed though.

"Well, I don't accept, you son of a nutcracker" I snapped, placing my hands on my hips. "What?" Edward spat, his eyes snapping open.

"You don't mean it, and if I do accept I'm going to regret doing so later on" I answered, smugly.

"You know something Melody? Your.. your" His eyes searched my face, "Your just like your mother"

"DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN!" I screamed, leaping towards him and tackling him to the ground. My knees were on his sides, my fist was around a handful of his shirt, and I was sitting on his chest . "I'm nothing like my mother! I'm not cruel enough to erase my own memories to forget someone, nor am I cruel enough to hurt any relative" I roared in his face. Then a dizzyness washed over me and before I knew it, my head was on his chest and I was slowly creeping to unconciousness.

The last thing I heard was Edward saying to someone, "Her temperature is burning!" and to me, "Poor thing"

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

I groaned as I gained back my conciousness, and my hands grazed over something soft and silky. My eyes snapped open and I shot up, only to find that the room was swirling. "Son of a gun..." I mumbled, pressing my hand on my forehead. I was blazing hot. No half vampire can be this hot, I must be dreaming.

I realized I was on a huuugge bed, with white covers and very soft pillows. I inhaled deeply and with one swift movement, I propped the pillow up and leaned against it. I could only feel a tint of pain on my temples.

My eyes wandered around the gigantic room. CD's lined the wall and the windows were pretty big, I could see glows of orange and pink through dark curtains. There was a couch on the side, with a red blanket draped on it's arm. "Edward's room" I murmured in disgust. The furniture was pretty tasteful, but I decided anything that belongs to Edward, I would simply despise. This dream was pretty detailed.

Even this gosh darn bed of his. I mean why do vampires need beds anyway? They don't sleep! Or maybe... Oh no! They might have DID it on this bed!

My eyes widened in realization as I slowly slipped out of the warm blankets. I noticed in shock that instead of my previous clothes I was in embarassing ducky pajamas. I thought I buried this deep in my closet where it will never see daylight again. Example number 3 that this is a dream.

I scoffed and slid off the bed. My feet touched the soft carpeted floor, and I stood on my feet. Only to sway from side to side dizzily. I stretched my arms out to steady myself, and I was good. I suddenly wondered what to do, this is just a dream.

"Heh... I need to pee" I shrugged and walked to the door to the right, cautiously. I made sure that I would not fall dream or no dream. It took me about 3 minutes to get into the bathroom cosidering how slow I was going and how big the room was.

Eventually, I got there and relieved myself. After my little peeing session, I looked at myself in the mirror. I unusually pale, but my cheeks were slightly pink, probably from the heat. My eyes had small bags under it, and they looked dead and tired. I sighed heavily and exited the bathroom.

"What are you doing out of bed?" A familiar soft, comforting voice asked. My head shot up to the couch to find Bella sitting there.

"Aww... damn I'm both fantasizing and dreaming" I whimpered, stumbling to the bed. My head started to throb painfully.

"Charly, honey, what are you talking about?" Bella asked, suddenly sitting beside me.

"Don't call me that!" I snapped, "Cause once I wake up, the pain will just smack me in the face"

Bella sighed and cupped my face with her hands, "Honey, your not dreaming. I remember you, honest. Edward pinned me to the ground while your friend Natasha embraced me. Now, I realize that erasing my memories was the worst thing I have ever done in my life. If I knew what it was going to do to you, how it was ruining your life and eating you away slowly, I would have never done it" She explained, kissing me on my forehead gently. I stared at her blankly and I felt the tears run down my cheek from my eyes.

"I knew it, I am dreaming" I sobbed, pulling away and plopping onto the bed. I reached for a pillow and buried my face into it. "There is no way you would say this! You hate me remember?!" I cried.