6. The Secret Room.

I was more tired than ever, I slept for about 14 hours a day, but not tonight. I woke up in the middle of the night, I was hungry. Carlisle said that I should eat more human food, but always have blood for a drink; I can't live on just one. I walked towards the kitchen as I heard Rose and Emmett ask everyone what happened. Each time, everyone would just raise a hand to stop them. I didn't need more people knowing, and especially not Emmett, he would just make up a dozen jokes about my stage easily. The sun was just about up, and Bella was already in the kitchen making me something. I sat down and patiently waited her to finish with Jake's breakfast along with mine. She gave us 3 eggs, a bagel, and an apple. She gave Jake OJ, and grabbed an un-clear bottle from the fridge for me. Jacob smelled his food, and jumped right into his seat form the living room, eating so fast like he hadn't ever seen food. I slowly ate my breakfast. Bella and Edward always used to tell me I was slow at eating just breakfast. It was great to eat again, but at the same time, terrible. I never wanted this to happen, I drank the blood first, and asked for more, it was too good to resist.

After I was done (and while Jacob ate his 4th's) I went into my favorite

room, my color room. This I guess you can say, that it was my room.

It had everything you could ever want, and no one was allowed inside my special room without my permission, or unless someone was cleaning, and I would know. It had (currently) my white bed against the closest wall. The walls were painted in many different bright colors and patterns, just to fit my personality. The rug was white of course, to match the bed. I had a big flat screen in the corner with a small couch enough for two. I had many art supplies against the close wall, with paint, stencils, an easel, and my new sketchbook.

To the far wall, I had my shelf with all my CD's in it, while my computer was on top of it as a close desk. My CD's were organized by artist, then by personal preference, almost like my dad, as well as my book shelf next to it. Next to that was my violin music with my stand and a small keyboard next to it, along with my trumpet in a case by my door. My closet was far against the wall in the back, next to the TV, filled with my best clothes (mostly from Alice). I had posters of my favorite basketball teams, especially UConn. I had a mini hoop against my door, and my drawer was filled with past uniforms. This was my room, my favorite place to be alone, and relax. Well almost be alone, considering that my dad could read my mind, but other than that I was always alone, and I loved it.

I walked to my bed, and laid down. I stared at the wall, trying to pull myself together. I had to let this sink in, it was happening and I couldn't do anything about it. At least I had my family to help me through this, it wasn't as bad it seemed. I was getting bored staring at the wall, with no explanation, and I began showing myself more images and memories through others and me.

The first image that I thought of was back to Bella's burning. It was my clearest memory, because it was right when I was born. I could slightly feel the pain too; it gives me a new heads-up for what's coming in for my future. I kept skimming through the memories of my family until I heard a knock.

It was Jacob, coming in from what seems to have been a talk with my dad.

"Come in" I said

He slowly opened the door of my room, and walked in to sit by my feet in my laying position.

"Edward told me you were thinking of Bella's burning right before she turned into a vampire," He said with a sad look on his face.

And that immediately took me back to a few days before I was born, I had seen it through many minds. My father's face, or as Jake said, the burning man. I remembered the way he looked if something new about Bella had set him off. The terror and agony in his eyes, it made me shiver. I knew he'd be listening now, I'd face him later.

"I was just skimming through different memories, nothing to be worried about."

"But he said that you could just barely feel the burning." He said, did this really have him worry?

"I was just preparing myself for the future…well, the way future."

I could immediately tell what he was getting at, and in his eyes, he was also the burning man.

"What?' I demanded

He seemed to struggle to get back to normal before he spoke.

"I never want to see you in such pain, especially of that memory before I met you, of the pain form Bella. Even when you had that dream about those Volty guys, it was so painful just to watch you. And then when you almost starved to death-!" He cut off, and turned his face to the floor. I had no idea I was hurting him so much.

"Jake, you have nothing to worry about." I said in a low voice, sitting up to move myself closer to him. "I'm perfectly fine, I'm used to this sort of thing, I can get by it….and it's the Volturi." I finished softly.

"Sure, sure." Was all he said

We sat in silence for a moment.

"Why did Edward tell you about my dream?" I finally asked.

He finally looked up at me and answered, "You had a scary look on your face, I was curious." He shrugged; I was going to kill Edward later. As soon as I thought it, I heard a small low chuckle in the hallway that only I could hear.

"You're in huge trouble later." I thought

"Sure, sure." He thought back with another low chuckle.

I looked back at Jacob.

"You have nothing to worry about Jake, please don't put yourself through pain just because I have a scary dream, or scream now and again."

"But it kills me to not know whether you really are in pain or not, and I love you so much that it makes it hurt even more."

I sighed, and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"I love you too Jacob, but I'll always be fine, I'm half vampire for crying out loud! And if I need help, I'll always come to you first, because I can trust trust you with all my heart, and I know you'll never fail me."

He suddenly smiled, and I sighed with relief. In Jake's mind, his wounds were healed, and he felt much better. His pain softened, and I kissed him again.

"Thank you sweetheart." I heard him whisper.

"You're welcome" I said.

Jacob soon left my room to sleep. I wasn't as tired today. I immediately went to find Edward….it was later. Then that got me back to Bella's memory of a time around when she and Edward met. They were talking during lunch, and Bella asked why she couldn't see Edward or his family hunt. He was bewildered by her question, because of the way we lose control when we hunt, but she was so Bella, and she was still stubborn.

"Later, I wouldn't forget." I remembered from Bella's thoughts.

He was leaning against the wall by the living room; I could tell from his bewildered expression that I had said something wrong. "Whats wrong?" I demanded. He had such a puzzled look on his face

"What…dad, whats wrong?!"

"It's just…" He broke off. He hesitated a moment and than spoke.

"I didn't know you could remember and re-live our memories that way. I know that I can't do that as easily as you, its amazing that you can remember our thoughts more clearly and accurate than we do."

I thought that was pretty obvious.

"Well, you were wrong," said Edward, disputing the statement in my head.

"I was anxiously waiting for the trouble to be dawned on me, but I guess I've distracted you enough." He said

I paused for a moment, trying to remember why he was in trouble.

"Why did you have to tell Jacob of my own personal thoughts and dreams, you know no one likes that, not even you." I said harshly

"Well, Jacob was extremely curious to your new behavior, I decided it was the least we owed him."

"Owed him for what!? Imprinting on me!" I yelled, but softly enough that Jacob couldn't hear.

"He's always in agony when he's away from you, and he has to most of the time."

"But what about my mind! You couldn't just let me be alone in my own room without you telling him everything I think of!"

"I always listen to everyone's thoughts, you especially, I would listen to Bella more often, but she can only control her shield-."

"That still doesn't give you the right to invade my privacy." I murmured.

I paused for what seemed like a moment, but it was more like minutes.

Finally he asked, "Are you very angry with me?"

I stood still for another minute before saying, "Yes."

He sighed, and then sneaked behind me, and wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm very sorry that I invaded your personal space, I can't make you any promises because it hurts me and Bella to see Jacob this way, and you too."

He was right of course, I hated that he was always right. I turned around to face my father.

"You're forgiven, but next time you tell Jake something, tell him not to tell me at all."

He smiled, "Deal." And then squeezed me into a tighter hug.