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I'm sorry, this isn't the one I had a dream about, I tried to fit it in, but it would simply have been way too long. So I'm adding it in next chapter.

This chapter is dedicated to all who review, but also, especially to ScarletRoseX who has been keeping me so entertained.

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What happened last chapter:

Alice at least, I could trust, I knew she would not leave me, or at least she could; but I knew she would feel regret for doing so, a rueful smile passed my lips as I thought how Bella would react to me leaving. She would probably be over the moon. Yes, Alice had been great, a prefect diversion to my thoughts, she'd been the best the distraction I could have hoped for.

Distractions; such a beautiful word, with only one flaw attached.

One vital flaw.

They never last.

The Dream of Desire.

There I lay on my bed, yet again unable to sleep.

The sky outside was simply beautiful, I had arrived home yet but two hours ago, and it was amazing that in such a short amount of time the sky could change from so many different colours. Now I gazed upon the night, enthralled and lost, captivated by the stars, dim in the distance, so enchanting. Here, I was finally at rest, I didn't need to think about my life; the hectic way in which every thing seemed to fall, causing both disarray and destruction in its wake.

The night, simply exquisite.

There was no other way to describe it. The night becomes a mixture of black and deep blue, covering the world in a shroud of darkness, as the sun diminishes back, although this sometimes creates fear from the darkness. Tonight I felt no fear. Fear was simple, and easily dealt with, what I possessed was neither of these. It was the very opposite: complex and impossible to set straight.

It was Friday tomorrow, meaning I would have to go to school, have to confront my fear. Bella. Would she act normally; seemingly forget about our talk? I didn't know what she was going to do, but I would just have to deal with it. After all, it was not Bella's fault, only I could be blamed.

But was what she had said really true? Was I trying to take Edward away from her?

No. Yes, I was drawn to him, and that was no longer, it seemed due to mystery. But still, I never intended to prise him away from Bella, did she not see that it would be about as easy as separating something stuck in concrete.

Yes, I was intrigued by him.

Yes, I thought about him too much.

But I was not trying to steal him. That, I would never do.

As long as Edward stayed I was happy.

I had to stop thinking about this though, it was silly, stupid, so trivial of me, to worry about things that hadn't even happened yet. I was just pessimistic, I always had been- forever expecting the worst as this (due to my bad luck) was what always found me. I reverted my gaze back to the window, once again lost in the night sky, the stars shining brightly, so far away and so remote.

As I stared into the night, I felt my lids grow heavy, I lay my head against the pillow, cool and soft. The stars began to blur and fade before my eyes and soon I was asleep, waiting for my dreams to take me, to where the world was a less frightening place.

***

I walked into the meadow, the snow fell around me, twirling in the wind. I ran across it, searching. As I looked behind me, I heard a voice; perfect and beautiful, the exact same as the meadow's presence. I turned, there he stood, his bronze hair flecked with diamonds of ice, tiny snowflakes dancing around him. His skin showering off thousands of diamond light, illuminating the meadow, making it more clear. I ran towards him, he called my name. I was so close now, I placed my pale hand in front of me, longing to touch his face.

"You have to stay away from Edward." The words rang loud, shattering the silence, said the voice I now loathed, I turned and saw her, the ice beauty, by the stream, with a beckon of her finger Edward was by her side. She smiled at him, and he stared back; devotion and immense care etched on his prefect face. They ran off into the forest. Leaving me. My hand closed on cold air, encapsulating a single snowflake, I crushed it, and it melted away, into nothing.

I woke up. My hand was outstretched in front of me, still ready to touch his face, I let it fall. Hatred rising inside me, self loathing possessing me. Great, so now I was dreaming about him! Wasn't it bad enough that I had to go to school today, I had to look at him. I was going to think of him, why was he forever in my mind?

But it wasn't just him. After all, that hadn't been a dream, it had been a nightmare. Bella's words following me where-ever I went, never ceasing to haunt me. I had been the snowflake, I was trapped in Fate's cruel grasp, I was being crushed; suffocated and soon, I would simply melt, into nothing. I did not cry. I didn't feel hatred or anger or pain anymore. Now I felt what must be the worst thing of all. Numbness. It was if I was already dead, but somehow still breathing, still submitted to agony and torture, I was slowly being compressed, drawing the last breaths I had out of my weary lungs, leaving nothing but an abyss. An abyss that I would surely fall into.

No! I mentally shouted. Just a stupid silly dream, that was all that was, I had no reason or right to be acting so pathetically, I would forget about that. About the whole dream. Except…

The meadow.

A strange desire gripped me, and it was so strong; so powerful, there was no denying the need, it had to be satisfied.

I simply had to go there.

I looked across at my clock, the alarm no longer worked, but the timing wasn't off.

4:00am- perfect.

I couldn't explain the feeling that washed over me then, stronger than any tsunami wave, It thrashed upon me, leaving no other option, the desire gripped my every fibre, I simply had to get to that meadow. I had to escape this horrid state of melancholy.

I didn't know what happened in the next few minutes. I was driven by a crazy sort of adrenaline pumped desire. I suddenly found my limbs working of their own accord. My legs swung me out of bed, my arms pulled clothes onto my body, everything was happening so fast and quickly without my conscious meaning too. It was almost as if I was in a dream, time moving in stops and starts, I didn't fully awake until I was downstairs, my school bag hanging loosely on my shoulder, a pen poised in my hand.

I was dressed, my hair was brushed and my bag was packed. I completely set for school, only problem was, it was a full 4 hours before I was even meant to set off. Again, my hand moved without my mind, I found myself scrawling a note to my father; even my hand writing seemed different, rushed and nearly illegible.

Dad, I'm going to school early with a friend, breakfast is in the fridge, I'll be back later, love you, Lucie xxx

The next moment I was in the car, silently praying the sound would not awake my father. It didn't, or if it did, he didn't come outside to check, I drove off quickly speeding along the road, it was more than stupid, it was reckless. The roads were coated in ice, and still thick with the snow that had fallen last night. What was I doing?

I suddenly realised I didn't have a clue where I was going. I stopped and pulled over, It was barely visible with only a trickle of light escaping from the indigo sky. Was I going mad? I had been so gripped by desire, I hadn't thought this through, In fact I hadn't even thought about it at all what an earth was happening to me?

I tried to judge just how far I'd just driven, three miles? Four? I knew I was closer to my destination then I was to home, and that was all it took to spur me on, convinced on getting to the meadow. I sifted through Bella's past when driving again, I knew roughly where it was in the forest, so I stopped the car and I ran out into the snow.

I was wearing the new top Alice had brought me, midnight blue with orchids, My jeans where designer ones from god-knows-what shop, and I still had the pale blue shoes on. I looked like I was about to have an evening out. Instead, I began briskly, purposefully, trekking through the snow, resolute on getting to the meadow. Dimly I thought I should be cold. There was snow everywhere, the air was icy, and I was wearing very little. But my whole body felt detached, the cold could not penetrate my state of mind, keeping me warm I carried on purposely walking.

I had no idea why it was so essential, why I had suddenly gone into a messed up trance. I was half way though the forest now, the white snow stood out brilliantly against the darkness, incandescent. So pure.

I knew I was getting close, the air tasted damp and I could smell the moss beneath the thick layer of snow, light was dimly starting to break through the tree tops, illuminating my path. A silver ribbon of light streamed ahead of me, leading the way. Somehow, it all seemed familiar, I walked effortlessly through the trees, weaving in and out, still disorientated, and still gripped with an adrenaline pumped desire, pulsing through my veins. I had no idea how long I'd been walking, I couldn't see the time-I never wore a watch- but still, it can't have been long could it? I'd only just gotten out of bed.

I worried slightly then, finally snapping out of the trance, reality hitting me hard, a thousand needles of ice flew at my skin, the cold, had evidently returned.

I thought about turning back, was I mad, walking though the forest like this, wearing barely anything, I could develop hypothermia, one of the first signs was after all: odd behaviour. Which I certainly possessed.

But then I stumbled across into the meadow.

It was a clearing, the ground was coated in snow, I heard a stream, still flowing, but trapped between a layer of ice. Only the birds' song could be heard, it alone penetrated the eerie silence of the place, and suited it to perfection. My painting; my dream; Bella's memories: none of them had done justice to it's sheer beauty. I fell backwards into the snow, making an imprint of my figure, sighing in contentment.

The overwhelming desire had been replenished. I was no longer in a trance, I had awoken now, and I simply couldn't tear my eyes away from this place. How could one leave such beauty, without knowing it was going to be safe? I simply wanted to lie here. To think peacefully and not to have to feel guilt worry or pain. True, those feelings could be replaced by a worse one; numbness- but thankfully that was one that had subsided, leaving me happier.

I wondered how many times Edward had been to this place. When had he even found out that it was here? Bella and him sat, together, finally alone and safe. The hole threatened to rip inside me. But I ignored it, I was allowed to think of them, anyone could do that. Edward dancing before Bella's gaze, his skin sparkling in the light; a thousand diamonds shattering off him. The meadow, so isolated, it simply looked so pure and untouched, as if no-one had ever laid eyes upon it, before this moment.

Eventually it was the cold that got to me, that made me avert my eyes, but it was hard, I just wanted to lie here, quietly thinking. Suddenly the thousand knives hit me, sending a violent shake through me, it was much too cold.

I ran back, the cold was now suffocating me, I felt myself distantly, my body so detached still, shiver furiously. I tripped as I ran forgetting the way out of the forest, the meadow fell away behind me, becoming just a light in my mind as I sped through the still white trees.

I reached the car and threw myself inside, desperately trying to escape from the cold. I tried to warm my still freezing hands up, rubbing them together back and forth hurriedly, as if to ignite a flame.

I looked at the dash board as I turned the car on, my hands were now, thankfully, warmed up, and I had stopped shaking.

5:34am- had I really been there that long? It felt like all but two minutes ago, that I had left the safety of my room, the comfort if my bed. Suddenly the cold reminded me why I was back in the car. Shook my head, trying to clear it and paced my hands- now as pale as the white power lining the ground-on the driving wheel. I had to get home.

The road was icy, how I had driven across it so fast before was beyond my knowledge. The terrible desire and need to see the meadow had left, leaving me very confused and scared.

I got home, quietly placing the car back into its original spot, slowly I crept into the house. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my note, haphazardly thrown across the table in my rush to escape. I picked it up and crushed it in my palm, my father did not need to know of my sudden disappearance, he could only be safe in his ignorance.

Abruptly I felt exhausted, I walked up the stairs and collapsed into my bed, not bothering to remove my still wet clothes, drifting off into an uneasy sleep filled with the Cullens and darkness, both mysterious and both deadlier than I could have thought possible.

***

A screaming woke me up.

My eyes shot open and it took me several seconds to realise that the ear splitting sound was coming from my own mouth. I snapped it shut. My father was looking at me. Shock still in the door way, his hair still messy from getting out of bed, staring at me in horror.

"Lucie?" he said, so quietly it was barely a whisper. He looked terrified, I knew I could look nothing less. I couldn't reply, the dream I had was still fresh and horribly vivid in my mind. Blanking out all else. It had been so vivid, so real.

But I couldn't think about that now, my father was still staring at me, evidently horrified. I had to reassure him, only I should have to suffer.

"Dad?" I asked, my voice was hoarse from screaming, my head was dizzy, I felt faint again; I knew I must be whiter than usual. No, I had to concentrate, had to reassure. "Dad, you okay, you look like you've seen a ghost!" I wasn't kidding, his face was still white in shock, staring at me. My feeble attempt at humour did not work, he still looked far too worried.

"Lucie, honey? You okay, you were screaming, I-I thought-" His voice broke on the last word, he seemed unable to say much more. I felt so ashamed, he should not have to worry like this, not again. My mother's death had affected us all, I shouldn't have forgotten that. I stood up quickly, and thankfully I didn't fall. I really needed to get out of here, I knew my scary-calm state would not last. I felt far too close to breaking. I walked over to him and hugged him. Here I was safe, in my father's arms, fear could not reach me, nor him, whilst we were like this.

"It was just a silly dream dad. I'm sorry I woke you." I said smiling, as I pulled apart, my lie worked, he smiled with colour back in his face.

"You better make me one hell of a breakfast for scaring me like that honey!" He said, walking back to his room and ruffling my hair affectionately.

"Sure dad!" I called, looking at the clock, it was 6:30am, I had plenty of time.

It was only when I was frying my father's breakfast that I remembered. I looked down at my clothes, and sure enough, I was wearing the same blue orchid top, still slightly damp.

It hadn't been a dream.

I really had been to the meadow, and found nothing, for some reason fear escalated through me, I was unsure why. Nothing had happened, I convinced my self, I had just gone to a meadow, what was wrong with that? Except for the fact that vampires practically owned that meadow. And the fact that I had gone their at four in the morning, with no reasonable explanation or cause.

But that was nothing to worry about, it was tiny, so insufficient, when it came to what lay ahead. I made my dad breakfast-extra special like he ordered, grabbed a piece of toast myself and glanced back at the time, 7:54, I' better be off. I had to face my fear, nothing could happen, after all it was only school.

A school that was filled with perfect vampires, vampires that I admired rather than hated. A school that was filled with eager students, ready to humiliate me whenever the opportunity arised. A school with a girl that I was sure now hated me- Bella Swan.

Yeah, how bad could that be… after all it was only school.

***

The car park was very full when I arrived, I was late. I walked into the school and instantly the dread- that I'd tried to leave behind- flew at me hitting me hard in the face. Bella Swan was on the other side of the hall from me, Edward was by Alice, leaving Bella free to stare at me, the hatred evident in her eyes. I didn't have time to study her expression more closely, I looked down- stubbornly staring at my shoes, damp from the snow I'd ran through earlier, the snow that had been next to the meadow…

Don't think about it.

I had to distract myself, I was about to walk to my first class-Physics, but Angela suddenly came over to me.

"Hey Lucie!" She said, smiling brightly and was it just me, or were her cheeks slightly flushed?

"Hi." I said, not being able to manage much more, staring at Angela. Her mousy brown hair was not in it's usual style, instead of being pulled back into a pony tail it fell down either side of her face. I bleakly wondered what had made her change it. Not that I objected, I was merely curious. Was today special?

She talked to me happily as we walked to Physics and I was pleasantly surprised at how much tolerance I had for her talk, even though virtually none was needed. She was so considerate, this was just apparent by her voice; which was always oddly comforting. I didn't feel quite so detached when I was with her, and I was thankful because of it. She briefly talked of Ben when we were talking, I saw her cheeks redden slightly, suddenly I knew the cause. But gosh, I really had been slow at noticing…

"Angela, what's happening with you and, erm-" I rushed my sentence quickly in my discovery, but how to phrase this? I wasn't trying to be nosy- or sell gossip, like Jessica- I was just curious. "I mean, I don't know want to pry but are you and Ben…" I trailed off, knowing I'd said enough for her to get my question. There was no denying her blush now; her whole face was scarlet, but thankfully, she was smiling, a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Yeah!" she squeaked, totally and utterly content. "He asked yesterday-when we were in the library. My hair had fallen out of its plaits and- oh he was so sweet!" she said frantically, still beaming.

"Go on." I urged, happy for her success.

"Well, he said I was beautiful, with my hair down and all, then he just asked me out! He's not coming to school today though, he said he's going to be doing volunteer work at the hospital, he really is so thoughtful."

"What did you say?" I asked. It was a stupid question, one that I knew the answer to, but I felt distant again, I couldn't concentrate. I'd just remembered something. Angela's voice snapped me out of thought.

"Yes, of course!" She said as we reached the Physics class room and walked inside. She walked to her usual spot near the front, whilst I simply stood there, at the doorway, terrified. I walked quickly, tripping slightly in my rush to sit down, hoping that no-one had noticed the flash of dread upon my face.

Mr Banner started talking, his voice a low monotone, I listened, desperate to distract my thoughts, but it was too late. The door opened, as a late arrival walked through.

Edward Cullen's hair was free of snow, just bronze and tousled, no amount of jell could ever perfect his look. He apologised in a quick, swift voice, that sent my heart flying.

"I'm sorry Mr Banner."

"Just hurry up and sit down, we're doing an experiment today: The Liquid Layers test." Edward sat down, I saw a slight smile tug the corners of his lips at Mr Banner's evident impatience.

I groaned internally then. The experiment was simple, I'd actually done it, rather than seen it in someone's past. But I wasn't worried about the experiment. I was worried because Ben was 'doing volunteer work' leaving me alone. The only other person without a partner was Edward.

"You'll work with the person sitting next to you, the jars are placed around the lab, along with the various liquids, I shall be going round monitoring your progress, and I expect a full explanation on what happens to be written don in your books. Right, you may start." He said briskly, turning to do a pile of marking, but not before he noticed me, sitting alone at the back of the class. "Oh, Luciana Raven, go with Edward."

Breathe Lucie.

He came walking over, still smiling slightly, when he reached me though, he assed my emotions far too quickly, and asked a question I could not possibly answer truthfully.

"Lucie? What's wrong." he asked as he sat next to me. I tried to ignore the kick of adrenaline, that the very sight of him produced. My heart was so loud now, It fel t like it was going to escape out of my chest.

"Honestly, what are you? A physiognomist?" I asked, managing to smile.

"Wow, that's a big word." Edward snorted, as he started writing out a prediction and method.

"Well then, how did you judge my features so correctly?" I asked, also writing down the work.

"My amazing observant skills." he said calmly, but I'd said to much. "So am I correct then, your not okay?" he asked, why, why did it sound like worry in his voice. My imagination must have been affected due to lack of sleep, he could not be worried about me.

I had to make up an excuse and fast, so I simply said:

"No, Mr Banner's just announced my full name to the whole class. Again." It was not a lie, I hated my name, by now though, practically the whole school would've known it, what with teachers insisting on using it all the time.

He looked up at me then, his eyebrow raised questionably, his angular cheek bones prominent through his pale skin.

"Do you not like your name?" he asked, still staring at me, his golden eyes burning.

"Hate it." I breathed.

"Luciana, 'une lumière éblouissante.'" He mused, with a dry smile.

"Sorry?" I asked, my French skills really did seem amateur when compared to his.

"Oh, nothing," he said, finishing up "you ready?" I'd forgotten the experiment, in fact, I'd forgotten that we were even in Physics, I stood up quickly. Too quickly, I half stumbled towards the ground, expecting impact, but I felt a cool hand on my elbow and shoulder steadying me.

"Thanks." I mumbled, regaining posture, He merely smiled slightly before repeating his earlier statement.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, sure, you want to get set up?" I asked hurriedly, finding a suitable space in the crowded lab, unsure of his previous remark regarding my name. He'd just made another cryptic little comment, sure to get my mind whirring dangerously.

We were finished in minutes, it was not a hard experiment.

"It appears we seemed to have finished first." said Edward, his tone implied that this was a usual trait.

"Well, well this is unusual." I muttered, still slightly cross at his French ability. He chuckled at this, his lips fighting back a smile.

"So, did you have fun with Alice?" He asked, conversationally. I couldn't stop my grimace at the memory- my feet were probably still bruised from the experience. He couldn't prevent the smile now, at my expression. "Poor you, I can sympathise."

"I don't think you can." I said, he had no idea what real shopping with Alice was. "Have you ever been made to wear skimpy dresses? Then have around fifty shoes rammed onto your feet? And finally; be made to try on vast amounts of 'in' clothing?" I asked, his face turned from mock shock to utter amusement.

"Ah, I see your point." he smiled wryly. " I admit, I've never quite had to endure that before."

"Trust me," I muttered darkly, "you don't want to." remembering the countless amounts of clothes I had gained from that, all -apart from the ones that I was wearing- that were sure never to be used.

Suddenly, Mr Banner was by my shoulder, he placed a stubby hand on it, that made me jump.

"Finished already, have we?" he smirked, highly sceptical.

"Yes." both me and Edward said innocently, we looked at each other, now both fighting a smile. Hadn't this happened before?

"Right then, if you're so sure you've finished, Miss Raven you wouldn't mind reading what you've learnt." His voice had changed from sarcasm to patronising and personally, I think I preferred the sarcasm.

"Of course not, sir." I said, knowing full well that he assumed Edward had done all the work, and therefore expected me to be left speechless and stuttering. Tough luck, he'd found the wrong girl to ask. "When you pour the oil slowly onto the water, it forms a layer on top of the water, because it is less dense than water – that is, the mass of one litre of oil is less than the mass of one litre of water. Thus, the buoyant force on the oil due to the water is greater than its weight and, by Archimedes's principle, the oil floats – just like a solid object would." I said, Edward was grinning now, and I couldn't blame him.

The shock on Mr Banner's face was truly priceless. He wasn't giving up the fight quite yet though, he countered quickly.

"And…" I smiled, delighted at finally putting use to my knowledge of Physics, with such entertaining effects.

"When you shake together the oil and water, they separate quickly, because they are immiscible-" I was going to carry on, but Mr Banner interrupted, a sly smile forming his lips.

"And, what exactly does 'immiscible' mean?" he asked, sarcasm still thick on his tongue. I replied quickly, I would not give him the satisfaction of backing down.

"literally non-mixable. This is because of the differences between the water and oil molecules: Water is a 'polar' molecule –" I knew he was about to interrupt again, so I carried on, ignoring him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward's grin widen.

"meaning its positive and negative charged parts are separated onto opposite ends of the molecule and oil is non-polar. This means that the oil molecules don't interact with the water molecules and there is no attraction to drive the two fluids to mix."

Mr Banner's face was red with embarrassment now, the whole class was staring at the scene. Their eyes flickering from a humiliated teacher, to myself, who I assumed looked slightly smug and an amused Edward, who was leaning casually against the side. Looking completely at ease with the conversation, his grin revealing a set of prefect white teeth.

Mr Banner still looked unable to speak, so I decided to finish off. "Generally, non-polar fluids do not mix well with other fluids (even other non-polars), because without the attraction there is no reason for the fluids to mix (or stay mixed)." I stated calmly.

His face was still stuck half way between incredulity- at my explanation, and discomfiture- from all of his students staring at him. Ha! That would teach him from thinking I was thick, (okay, admittedly he hadn't actually said that, but the thought was there…) I could tell.

"Erm," muttered Mr Banner, who seemed to have regained speech, just about. "right. Yes, now, just, do some graphs…" His sentence became incoherent towards the end and mumbled as he went back to marking, with a sullen look on his face.

"Nice." Edward said to me in an undertone. "Couldn't of said it better myself."

"Why thank you," I turned to him smiling, only to find his eyes fixed on the doorway. Outside it stood Alice, an urgent look on her face. I turned back to Edward, his face frowning in concentration. What was he doing? But soon I understood, he was reading Alice's mind, the door preventing speech.

Suddenly he seemed to snap out of it, he turned to face me. His eyes anxious, darting from me to the door, he seemed to be deciding something.

"Excuse me." was all he said, his voice very low, and in just three swift bounds, he had left the class. Leaving me, standing there, staring at where he'd been, not two seconds before. I realised with a jolt, that I was still in Physics, people were still doing the experiment, frantically writing down explanations with only ten minutes left.

It all happened very quickly after that.

I saw Mike walk towards me, smiling, not concentrating. He still had a jar in his hand. I heard someone call my name, but Mike was getting closer now, a bag lay ahead of him, but he wasn't looking at the floor, only at me. I knew what was going to happen next, still it was too late.

"Mike, the floor!" I shouted, Mike looked down, tripping over the bag in doing so. He stumbled towards me, and collided, the jar in his hand went flying.

Next thing I knew, I was hurled backwards, having Mike's weight pushed upon me, the jar smashed, and a shatter of glass hit my outstretched arm, piercing the skin. My scream was muffled by Mike's crushing weight, my head was swimming, I looked down at my arm, and sure enough, a hot trickle of blood was flowing down it.

I now knew why Alice had been at the door. Why Edward had left the room. The floor around me was littered with glass, I saw the blood, my blood soak into the grey carpet. After that, the darkness seized me.

***

I woke up on a hard surface, my head was fuzzy, and I couldn't see properly yet, in fact I couldn't find the strength to open my eyes, I heard voices around me all repeating something. My name. Suddenly my eyes flew open, as I heard it again.

"Lucie?" I looked up, It was Mike, standing over me, his expression shocked. I wondered where I was, What had happened, but as soon as I saw the man with a balding head and stubby hands, I didn't need much more time in remembering. I was in Physics.

I sat up. Only to find the whole class staring at me. Thankfully, It appeared I hadn't been out for long, only a few moments. A few moments was all it took, it seemed, to get everyone's attention. I saw Mike stand up to talk to Mr Banner, who nodded in approval, still staring at me, his face a cross between fear and disgust. Others were talking round the class, but they-Like Mike's voice- were all fuzzy, I couldn't make out the words.

"Mhhm…" I managed to mumble. I didn't want to look at my pulsing arm, knowing the sight of blood was sure to make me faint again. Next thing I knew, I was being lifted, two arms lifted my frail figure into the air. As soon as I was suspended the dizziness hit, "N-no!" I stammered. "P-put me down!" I looked up. Mike was holding me, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"Not likely Lucie, you've just fainted," he stated, as if I didn't already realise that. I scowled indignantly "and your bleeding." his voice implied there was no more to be said. I wanted to argue further, but I felt a wave of nausea roll off me as he started walking.

I looked up again. Had I passed out, fainted again? If I had, again, I can't have been for long, I saw Mike above me. I hated feeling this weak. I had to stop him, I knew where he was taking me.

The nurse.

"Mike, put me down!" I practically shouted at him. How he was still able to suspend me baffled me. A fleeting memory of Bella's past hit me. Her fainting in Biology, seeing blood, being carried by Edward.

It was hardly fair, Bella had fainted because she'd seen blood, and not even her own. I had fainted because I'd been knocked back by Mike Newton, whose jar flew at me, shattered, cut open my arm. Then I'd seen my blood. So how come Bella had got Edward to carry her. And I had Mike Newton? I stopped my thoughts short, appalled at myself. Why on earth was I thinking like this. I really must have hit my head.

Amongst all this time however, Mike still hadn't put m down and to be perfectly honest I was getting fed up. Honestly, fainting doesn't exactly require this much attention. "Mike. Put. Me. Down." I said through gritted teeth, furious. He grinned cockily at me and said arrogantly.

"No way Lucie, I'm having too much fun!" and that was all it took. Mike had just unleashed my anger. He was going to regret it.

I slapped him.

"Mike, put me down or else." I threatened. He looked at me, completely and utterly shocked, but complied all the same, placing me on the cool tiled floor. His cheek now had an angry red mark on it. Surprisingly, I didn't feel remotely sympathetic.

"Lucie, you need to see the-"

"If you say nurse, I may have to kill you." I stated. Anything, anything, but the nurse. Mike stood there, still looking like he was going to force me to go. I knew my face made him decide otherwise, I probably looked, very cross.

"Okay, but Lucie, you can't stay here, you need to-" I stood up, not answering his attempts to make me go to the nurse.

"Look Mike," I said, giving in. The anger had ceased, and again I felt guilty for slapping him. Would I ever not feel guilty? "I'm sorry, really sorry for slapping you, and snapping like that, I was just-confused, I hate fainting, it makes me feel sick," I said, grimacing.

"All the more reason for you to go-"

"Drop it Mike," I said calmly, "Look, I just need to clean up." He looked doubtful, I had to get away though, I needed to think, thinking was not exactly easy when your constantly being pressured into seeing a nurse.

I walked towards the nearest bathroom, leaving Mike standing in the hallway. Was it just me, or was this day getting longer by the second. It was after all, only this morning that I'd run through the woods, to see the meadow. So enchanting and perfect, the desire before had subsided, but still, that did not mean I did not want to go back. On the contrary, now that I'd seen the place. I knew I had to see it again.

I grabbed a tissue and began mopping up the blood, there was little, it had only been one tiny shard that had caused so much chaos. I lay my head against the cool tile wall of the bathroom, when I was finished, thankful that it was empty. Despite my aching arm, my dull head and empty stomach, I was still worried about one thing more than anything else.

Bella. Had I just not spent practically a whole hour with Edward, and not even tried to prevent it? I couldn't help myself, I was lost in his presence, I couldn't think of anything but him, when he was in proximity. Plus It didn't help that he had talked to me. After all, It had been him, not I that had asked if the other was ok. It had been him who had asked the questions. I had merely answered him. Afraid of lying. But terrified of telling the truth.

Yes, today was going to be a very long day.

I heard the bell ring, signalling next class. I got up, staying here was pathetic in the extreme, and besides, I did feel fine now. Or as close to fine as I could possibly get.

But as I walked out the bathroom, I remembered Edward. He had seen Alice's mind, seen that I would fall and shed blood. He knew it was going to happen. I saw Bella's memories again. Him holding her, suspending her lightly, his vampire strength enabling to lift her with ease.

He had seen me fall.

And yet he had not saved me.

Suddenly in that instant; I knew I was alone.

Dun dun dun…

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