AN: The second day Cassandra lives with the Cullen.

I woke up.

That's what I did this morning, wich must mean that I fell asleep last night.

Why did I do that? It was insanely stupid of me. I don't know these people, I don't trust them.

Except the blond one.

I trust the blond one.

I rose from the bed, not wanting to spend another second in the disadvantage of lying down. I instantly located the door and started moving towards it. As I stepped outside the door, I headed right. It was the most natural way for me. Something was pulling me right.

I stopped.

Then turned around.

I need clothes, I can't show myself downstairs in a pyjamas.

Plus, the stairs were to the left. The only things to the right was the oldest ones study and the blond ones room.

Who the hell wears a pyjamas anyway?

I walked back into the room that I had been sleeping in. It belonged to the oldest one and his mate. I took a fast look around.

The window was clearly breakable. No bulletproof glas like the last place I sleept.

Pictures everywhere of all the members of the family.

What's a police?

I got dressed in the clothes I wore yesterday and then walked back out of the door. I made sure I was heading left this time, and then walked down the stairs.

Why do I have to hold on to the wall if I'm close to falling?

I walked through the big room that served as both a livingroom and a hall and into the kitchen, were the oldest ones mate was standing, doing something by the stove.

It smelled of chicken and pigs.

How do you use a stove?

The women turned around and smiled at me. I touched my mouth, was I inviting her to smile? Why do the women smile at me, is she attacking?

I took a step back, making the distant between us exactly one jump and one step. That way if she jumps, I can step forward and break her plan.

Why is her smile fading? Does she know my plan?

-"Hello Cassandra, did you sleep well?" she asks.

I don't like her. She's talking to me, asking me questions that I don't want to answer. I shrug and turn my head away, not wanting her to think I want more questions.

I see a tree-branch blowing in the wind. I wonder if maybe it will rain soon. It hasn't rained for a whole day. I want it to rain.

I feel arms around me.

My whole body screams.

I scream.

I seize.

I shake.

I sink.

Down, deep into the sea I created inside of me. At the bottom there is the bookcase. I scream, cringing. "Please," I beg myself, "Don't make me open the books. Please, don't make me open the books." I see titles. Booktitles. The big one, the one made of old leather, scares me the most. The one with the beautiful name on it.

I feel other people touch me, move me. They are talking with each other, I can just barely hear them.

Don't they know that you can't break trough water?

I open my eyes, and I look right into the eyes of the big one. He smiles at me. I stare back.

Why do these people smile? What do they mean? Do they want me to smile back?

The oldest one comes into my view.

-"Do you have epilepsy?" He asks in a serious voice.

I don't like him better then the others. He doesn't smile at me, so I don't feel confused about what he wants, but I don't like him anyway.

I shrug, then close my eyes again.

Why would a vampire ask about my medical condition?

Someone shook me, forcing my to wake up. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted them to stop touching me. My body soon can't handle the pressure.

I scream again.

They stopped touching me immediately. I smile to myself.

Inside of me, my entire being is screaming. Burning even. My veins are burning!

I open my eyes and focus on the white color of the sealing and screams as I fight the change.

I focus on the human inside of me. Then one I found a while back.

I hear voices. They are talking about me, I can feel it. They are concerned, worried.

And then I hear something, clear as a bell.

The voice of the blond one:

-"All right," it says.

And I feel better. I feel happy, I feel-

It stops.

It changed. Now I feel better again, but a different kind. I feel calm, I feel awake. But their is no reason behind this. I don't like that. Why don't he go back to the previous thing?

How did he do that?

Was it just from speaking that he made me feel so good?

I shake my head. I want out! I want out of my head, out into the room. I don't like being trapped inside of my head. It's much nicer out in the room. I want out of my head.

I flinch.

My arm hurts. Why does my arm hurt? Why does my arm hurt?

I fall. I feel like I'm falling down from something that is very high up, like 10 000 feet.

At least I land softly.

I open my eyes.

It's the next morning.