***Sorry it has taken me so long. I have just started college and one of my classes is nothing but essays so all of my writing has been going toward that here lately. This chapter is nowhere near as long as I wanted it to be but I just couldn't keep you guys waiting any longer. I hope this is enough to hold you over. Also, I've been having a little trouble with writer's block lately so if you guys have any suggestions please let me know!***
My broken body hit the cold damp floor. I knew that if I were completely human my injuries would have been fatal. I kept my eyes closed in fear of what would happen if opened them while they were still in the room. When I heard the door shut I sat up and grasped my broken wrist. As I tried to keep my mind on anything but the pain I was suddenly aware of another presence in the room. I looked at the faceless figure curled up in the corner. I wanted so badly to hate this faceless figure. I knew that they were the reason I was sitting here broken and bleeding on the floor but I just couldn't bring myself to feel any such emotions. I wanted to lash out and hurt this figure but it wasn't in me to hurt them. "What happens now?" My voice echoed throughout the the room.
"What happens now," Alice's voice broke through my dream state, "is you are going to get up and let me make you stunning before your second day of school."
"Did you see it?" I asked as I sat up and started rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
"See what? You were dreaming." Alice said perplexed.
"It felt so real."
"What did?" Mom asked stepping into my room with dad attached to her side.
"My dream." I said smoothing the hair off my face and hanging my feet over the edge of the bed. "It was so vivid. It just freaked me out a little." I tried to block the images from my head.
I looked up to see dad staring at me probably trying to make sense of the images I was trying so hard to keep blocked from my memory.
"What kind of dream?" Mom asked, that all too familiar worried expression washed across her face.
"Oh mom, please don't do this," I sighed, "it was just a dream. I've had plenty of them before remember?" I smiled at her intentley.
Mom would watch my dreams through out the night when I was little. The first night I had ever had a nightmare she gathered everyone in the living room and told them that she was convinced something bad was going to happen. When I finally woke that morning I had to take her to the side and explain that Uncle Emmett and I had stayed up and watched horror movies all night. Mom was not happy to say the least.
"I know, you're probably right. I've just had way too many nightmares turn into a dreaded reality." Her voice still sounded a little strained. I looked at dad if anyone could calm her it would be him.
"Bella, love, Nessie is half human and because of that she will have hundreds maybe even thousands of nightmares through out her immortal life. There's no more reason to believe that this dream has any more significance than any others." He stroked her hair tenderly.
She smiled up at him in response. "You're right, I'm probably just over reacting."
"That's okay. You wouldn't be my mother if you didn't worry about impending doom at least twenty times a week." I teased as I slid off the bed and kissed her on the cheek.
"Alright, now that's taken care of, everyone please leave the room so I can start getting Nessie ready." Alice sang, as she pushed Mom and Dad out the door.
I pursed my lips as Alice pulled me into the bathroom. "Alice?" I said, looking up from the chair she had sat me in.
"Yeah?" She asked, getting all the beauty products ready.
"You haven't seen anything, ya know, strange involving me here lately have you?"
"What do you mean?" She finally looked up from MAC's fall collection.
"I dont know. It's nothing, let's just forget it." The last thing I wanted to do was to let my mother know that my nightmare had upset me more than I let on.
"Nessie, what do you mean strange?" She asked, a crease forming between her eyebrows.
"Any visions of me being in a basement?" I asked trying to sound as composed as possible.
"Nessie." She crouched down in front of me. "Even if your dream was in any way accurate I would know. As close as we are to one another I would see any danger coming your way. And besides, someone would have to be pretty stupid to try and take you from a house full of vampires and a couple of werewolves." She laughed.
"Yeah you are right, I guess the paranoia runs in the family." I laughed with her.
"You could never perfect it the way your mother has." She smiled. "Now are you ready for me to make you beautiful?"
"Go ahead." I sighed.
As she did my hair and makeup my mind was preoccupied. I kept thinking about how much I missed Jake and how any time apart was getting a lot harder than it use to be. Part of my mind wondered what LeAnn and her father were doing right at this moment. I was so caught up in my own mind that I didn't even notice Alice trying to get my attention.
She snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Nessie, you are giving me a complex here. Can you please tell me what you think?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I zoned out on you." I got up from the chair and stood in the mirror. "Alice this is amazing!" I said taking in my own reflection.
Just as she was about to say something the door swung open and hit the wall. Dad stood there with a blank expression across his features. "I need to talk to Nessie."