"Help me, Nessie."

"Jake?" I could hear him calling for me, but it's too dark to see anything. I try shouting for Jake again. A sudden flash of light blinds me, and it takes a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust to my surroundings.

I instantly wish it was dark again.

There was blood covering every inch of this white hell. It pooled on the floor and splattered across the wall. But in the middle of the small lake of blood was something else. Something familiar in shape, a body I had come to know well through loving hugs and playful wrestling…

"JAKE!"

I ran to him and fell to the ground, sending up a fresh spray of blood. A new coat of bright red covered the already rusty brown blood that covered the walls. I could feel Jake's weak heat beneath the hand I placed on his perfectly chiseled chest. Blood was gushing from the scratches that covered his body. There was a steady stream sliding down his face from his eyes and nose, making him look like something from a gory horror movie.

He tried to speak, but blood just spilled out. Horrified, I desperately attempted to pick him up, hoping I could get him to Carlisle before it was too late. Dread spread through me when I realized he was too big, too heavy for my small body to move him.

The silence sliced through my quivering body as I tried to think of what to do. However, all I could focus on was the stillness in the room. It was too still for comfort. Too still for life.

I whipped my eyes back towards Jake from the spot on the wall I stared at while thinking. My hands quickly skimmed from his pectorals to his wrists and then to his neck as I tried to find a pulse. Nothing. His heart had stopped while I sat idly doing nothing to help him, to save him.

Someone had started screaming as I stared into his glassy, lifeless eyes, now the color of a dead brown leaf in autumn…

"NESS!" Jake croaked. It was as close as he could get to yelling nowadays.

My eyes flew open and found what they were searching for quickly. His eyes. They were still full of life. Dying life surrounded by dark, purple circles but life all the same. Thank the heavens he was still here. With me.

"I'm sorry! Go back to sleep! You need it! It was just a silly, silly dream! It's nothing that can't wait!" I say as I gently push his shoulders down onto the bed.

"Don't be. You can wake me for anything." He flashes me a brilliant smile and winks. What the heck? Was that supposed to sound dirty? Silently, he rolls from his back onto his side, making my half of the bed dip towards him. "I'm just concerned that you're okay."

"Yeah, fine. Hey, don't you usually sleep on the floor when you stay over?" I ask. It wasn't typical of Daddy or Momma to tolerate his sleeping in my bed, not that rules apply much anymore. Still, didn't want death to come to him sooner than it already was. I mean, he used to sleep with me all the time, but when I physically turned about 12, they freaked and said 'No more sleeping on the bed but the floor.' Whatever. I know what they were worried about, but honestly, a little trust in me, please?

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he grinned.

I suddenly became aware of what his present state of clothing was: boxers. Nothing else. That's not unusual for him, but, normally, he's on the floor. My heart fluttered a little.

"Uhhh," I nervously picked a spot on the wall and concentrated on it, "…kinda.. Why aren't you on the floor, anyways?"

His grin faded, and I felt his hands search and find mine. He brought them close to his chest where I could feel the full extent of the heat radiating off his skin. Bringing my eyes back to his, I noticed the worry etched on his face. What is going on? " Well," he started off with a huffy sigh," after you cried yourself out in the forest, I carried you home." Okay…I don't remember any of this. Except the crying. Unfortunately.

"I tucked you in and started to curl up on the floor." His hands started to fiddle with my delicate fingers. The roughness of his hands calmed me. "But then, you said 'Jake, no,' started crying again, and whined 'Come back.'" Oh no. I whined? What is wrong with me? No wonder I don't remember any of this. Strong Renesmee whined? Man, I must've blocked it out. How pitiful. Jake continued, "I couldn't just leave you like that, Ness. You seemed so upset. I had to try to comfort you."

Oh, shit. His eyes.

My God.

Jake's forest brown eyes were completely penetrating every defense I had put up the past few months. His pupils were large, making him look like the most innocent little boy there ever was. He gazed into my eyes so intensely that I swore he felt something more than friendship for me. Of course, that's just my mind playing tricks. We're just best friends.

I suddenly feel the desperate need to get away from here, from the bed I'm currently sharing with Jake. "Uhhh, Jake?" I say turning to look at the ceiling. It was speckled with old glow in the dark stars Momma had put up when I couldn't sleep in the pitch blackness of night.

"Yeah?"

"I'm thirsty. I'm gonna go get some water. You want anything?" I began to get out of bed when Jake flipped.

"Ness, wait!"

"What?" I say as I take a step onto the ground. I screamed as pain shot up my leg. Within the next instant I'm on the ground. Barely two seconds later I feel Jake's hand on my shoulder, his head bending down close to mine.

"Ness! Ness! Are you okay? I tried to warn you, but you moved too fast. You broke your shin when you jumped out of the tree earlier." How the fuck did I not notice I broke a bone? Oh yeah. I was too busy balling my eyes out like a little baby. I gotta man up here. The song from Mulan rose to the front of my mind momentarily. I smiled inwardly.

When I didn't answer right away, Jake started to panic, "Carlisle!"

"Oh, SHUT UP!" I say quickly. "I'm fine. I was just processing."

Okay. That was a lie. Truth be told, I didn't answer because I still felt woozy from the pain. Was I going to tell Jake that and be even more of a wimp? Hell no! Unfortunately, Jake knows me too well and didn't buy it.

"I think she's in a lot of pain!" he shouted. His eyes darted from the door to me and back again.

"And how did you come to that conclusion? Huh, buddy?" Now I was pissed. First he practically seduces me, albeit it was more than likely unintentional. Now, he was going to call me a wimp while my whole family listening. Uh, uh. Not happening.

"You're eyebrows rise when you lie. It's adorable." Now he's trying to be cute and sweet.

Okay. That's it. I start to get up. This kid just keeps pissing me off. Does he want me to hurt him? Because I have no problem giving my best friend a little physical pain.

"Ness, I don't want you to hurt yourself again," he says as he picks me up and places me back on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Carlisle glides over to where Jake is standing over me. I feel like a goldfish swimming in circles due to the way they're staring at me.

"Renesmee, what's wrong?" he asks again, patiently.

"I stood on my bad leg," I grumbled. I was embarrassed by this whole situation and still upset with Jake for being so annoyingly concerned.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah! I'm fine! Jake's overreacting like he always does! I just wish he'd leave me alone!" I shout, tired of everyone always being protective.

Oh, no.

Jake's face went white as a sheet, and his mouth drew into a tight line. He silently left the room. Stupid, stupid Renesmee! I began to mentally chastise myself. I knew Jake took everything I said to heart, especially since I've been so open with my emotions. Yet another reason to stop letting everything get to me in front of other people.

A few minutes later Esme came in. "Jacob left looking extremely upset. What happened?" Her motherly tone became very evident. She worried about everyone but especially Jake with everything that happened with his mom and my mom and of course the diagnosis of death. I felt my throat close up a little. I tried to push it away again.

Neither me nor Carlisle spoke. Instead, Carlisle looked at me expectantly. Don't know what he expects to come out of my mouth exactly, but it isn't happening.

"Go away," I say, suddenly exhausted. I heard Carlisle leave. Esme hesitates just for a moment before following while I just lay there.

After the door shuts, I reach over and grab my phone off the nightstand. At first, I feel compelled to text Jake and apologize, but then I decide I don't really want to talk to him right now. I hit 'New Text Message' and enter 'SETH' into the recipient box.

MEET ME L.P.

Now all I have to do is find a way to get there.