Chapter 13

I finally decided I couldn't dwell on my dream any longer and dragged myself out of bed. I slipped into my silly fluffy slippers that I had been given for my birthday a couple of years ago. I wandered through to the kitchen in my half awake zombie state. I reached in to the cupboard to grab a glass and found myself pulling a set of curling irons out instead. Confused, I reached out for the light switch. As the lights flickered on gradually around the room I stared blankly at the wall. Eventually there was enough light to be able to properly see in the corner of the room and I looked up towards the offending cupboard.

I looked at the contents, then my hand, then the cupboard again. Sure enough, there were the glasses I was expecting in there but there were also hair straighter, curlers, crimpers and most peculiarly a pair of stripy socks. I shook my head and simply put the curlers back and grabbed a glass deciding that I would ask Alice about it later. After drinking about four glasses of water I contemplated breakfast but glancing at the clock decided that it was far too early and settled on going for a shower instead.

I spun around on the spot and went straight for the bathroom. I let the warm water cascade down my body and breathed in the scent of my shampoo. I instantly felt relaxed even though I hadn't even noticed that I had been tense. I always loved the smell of my shampoo; I had been using the same one for at least five years. It was hideously expensive but I thought of it as my secret luxury, I didn't really like anything fancy but I had a weakness for things which smelled really good. As I revelled in the warmth of the water, the picture of Edward and I hovered towards the front of my mind. I shook my head to try and dispel the image but all I really did was cover the room in water droplets. I giggled to myself at how annoyed Alice would probably be if she found the room like it was and shut off the faucet.

I quickly pulled my fluffy towel around me before I could feel the cold. I hurriedly put away my toiletries and wiped up the water that I appeared to have covered the bathroom floor with. I glanced around the room having finished making it look acceptable again and changed quickly in to a pair of dark jeans and a long sleeve black t-shirt that read 'Ya'll can't handle this' walked out of the room and through the lounge, intending to go straight to my room but the TV caught my eye. I realised, slightly guiltily that we must have left it on last night but that wasn't what caught my attention. There on the screen was him. I felt my breathing hitch and then it started coming out in ragged gasps. I felt myself clutching at the ragged hole in my chest and almost felt selfish that my hole was now a fading scar whereas the bullet hole through my brother's chest would never heal even slightly.

I slowly walked up to the television and turned up the volume so that I could hear what was being said.

"Last night, the most infamous criminal of the century, Steven Drew, was finally tracked down and captured by the private investigator Anthony Moore. He has spent the night in a high security prison cell and is awaiting trial for the charges of torture, kidnap and the murder of Matthew Fuller, Jonathan Daly, Felicity Simons, Natasha Simons and Alex Swan"

As the photo of my brother from his year 13 leavers ball filled up the screen I started sobbing uncontrollably. He was so innocent; it wasn't fair that his life should have been taken.

"There is also suspicion that he will be charged with the murder of Phoebe Hart even though her death was originally proclaimed as suicide"

The picture of my best friend filled the screen and I could feel my tears dripping off my face and my sobs filled the room. The photo had been taken a week before she killed herself, we had been about to go out to a party and had spent the whole day shopping and giving each other makeovers. We had both turned out very well and Phoebe looked gorgeous as always. The photo had captured the moment of her smile when she always got this slightly impish glint in her eye just before she generally proceeded to stick her tongue out and ruin the photo.

Suddenly I felt cold arms wrap around me and looked up into the worried eyes of the one person I wanted most to see. The familiar brown floppy hair, green eyes and tanned skin were so comforting I immediately stopped sobbing but as reality hit me I realised that this couldn't be actual. As my brain started to function properly again the tanned skin paled and turned almost snow white. The brown hair slowly reddened into a bronzy hue and the green eyes became more piercing. When my mind finally caught up I started sobbing again that it was only Edward holding me and not Alex like I had originally wanted to think.

His eyes searched my face and I felt like I needed to give him some sort of explanation. I glimpsed towards the TV and saw that he was still on the screen and they were explaining the charges and scenarios of each murder. I raised one arm and pointed lifelessly towards the screen while settling my breathing. I called on the numbness and it happily clouded my mind. I sat up properly and made myself comfortable leaning into Edward's side with his arms still holding me protectively. As Alex came on to the screen and a picture of us as a family was shown in the corner Edward let out a gasp and his arms tightened around me. It was sweet but he was actually clutching a little too tight and was finding it hard to breath. His eyes were focused on the screen with rapt attention so he was oblivious to me trying wriggle out of his grip.

"Edward… can't… breath"

"Oh, sorry" He slightly loosened his clutch and I breathed in deeply. "Is that your brother?"

"No"

"Huh?"

"Of course it is you idiot"

"Oh. Didn't you say the police couldn't do anything?"

"Give it a week and Mr Anthony Moore will be dead and he will have escaped"

"Has this happened before then?"

I nooded bleakly at him then stood up and walked away. Did he really think I wanted to talk about it? Did he honestly believe that the guy had never gotten away before? I growled slightly under my breath, Edward's just like Tom, one of my only friends back home; despite the fact that he was trying he just didn't seem to get it. I get the feeling it will be exactly the same with Edward. As I thought back to my past the images from the screen that I had just pushed aside were drawn straight back up to the surface.

I pretty much ran back to my room, I didn't want to have to face this any more and I certainly didn't want to go to pieces again in front of anyone. I flopped on to my bed and threw a pillow angrily at the wall, trying to make myself feel different emotions. Why did he have to make a reappearance just as I thought I was pulling myself back together? It's just not fair. Hey, there's the anger. Quick, throw another pillow. My aim with this pillow was not so good though and landed on top of my bedside table, pushing my alarm clock to the floor and effectively breaking it. Typical, just typical.

I flopped back on the bed and lay there staring at the ceiling. Eventually I started seeing patterns in the plain white and fairly quickly after that my subconscious took over and I drifted in to sleep.

E.P.O.V.

I couldn't understand what was wrong with Bella and to be fair it was painful to watch. This was the second time I had seen her fall to pieces and yet again, I had felt completely hopeless, just watching her break in front of my eyes. I pulled out of my thoughts and noticed that I was pacing back and forth in front of the coffee table… coffee, that sounds like a good idea. I made myself walk into the kitchen and away from the television, it was fairly clear that the news was over, there was something on about a budgie and to be fair I really couldn't care less whether it could water ski or not.

I had to pull Alice's phone out of the coffee maker before I could use it but eventually I found myself sat back on the sofa with an empty mug in front of me. Is it just me or is time passing in a really odd manner today? Oh my, did I just ask myself a question? Yes, yes I did. I think I must need sleep but I can't sleep not knowing if Bella's okay. Oh, I know, I can check, I just have to read her thoughts. I hope she won't mind… It's not like she'll find out anyway.

I read the incantation and was suddenly aware of several buzzing noises in the back of my head. I focused in on the softest but closest one and was instantly pulled in to Bella's dreams. My conscience pulled slightly but by that point I was already completely absorbed.

B.P.O.V

I was walking along a corridor, for some reason I stopped and a locker appeared, I pulled out my phone and saw I had a voice message, I typed in my code and it played:

Just thought you ought to know that I know everything. Oh, and you're trapped

Much love, I'll be seeing you soon I hope

But you won't see me

You'll never see me

JS

The sounds echoed around me and then everything started to fade away and was replaced with a forest. I walked a little and suddenly a sense of foreboding overwhelmed me then, as if predicted a voice echoed through the trees:

Do you never listen?

No, I didn't think you did

Oh well, you'll pay now

And trust me, you don't want to know how

See you soon, but you won't see me

You'll never see me

JS

The voice sounded a little like a voice over from an old fashioned movie. It wasn't a familiar voice and had a slightly foreign accent but I couldn't work out which country it was from. There was a faintly gleeful edge to the words but it seemed almost girly even though it was clearly a masculine voice, as though a girl had written the words and then left someone else to speak them.

I stumbled through the forest, looking for the voice when everything faded away, this time I was watching myself lying down on a hospital bed and there was a dark, shadowed figure standing over my body. It stroked my cheek and then spoke:

Ah, what did I say

I told you that you would pay

You know, I had half a mind to reconsider

But you just couldn't leave it, could you?

So I had to go through

And you didn't even die like planned

Oh well, if you know what's right

Then you'll never even think of it again

And maybe even stay alive.

If you survive, I'll see you soon

But you won't see me

You'll never see me

JS

I listened as the figure paced away and then the beeping sound in the background took over, rapidly increasing until it filled everyone of my senses.

I opened my eyes and saw my alarm clock on the floor, flashing at me like crazy. I sat up, leaned over and whacked it hard. It shut up and then after I being sat still for a couple of minutes my dreams suddenly returned to me and I started gasping for breath. There was no way that could be the future could there?

Ah, but dear sweet Bella, there is a way when I am the author *evil laugh*

Sorry, sidetracked for a second, anyhoo, yeah, i don't own twilight however much I want to, I just like tormenting the characters :)

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