"What's wrong?" Edward, said urgently, as I gasped for breath.
That was such a vivid dream… could I really have thought of that all by myself? No, no way. Could I?
"Nightmare," I mumbled into his icy shoulder.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
I explained to him about my dream, about the Romulans, and the bloody hospital room. He just looked at me with pursed lips. Saying my dream out loud somehow reinforced my belief that it was all real. But that was impossible. But it was so strong and clear, how could it not have been real?
"Bella, it was just a dream," he comforted me. "It's not real…"
"Okay, it was just a stupid dream…" I murmured. I glanced at my bedside clock. It read 3.32am. "I should really get back to sleep."
I lay in bed, but I didn't sleep. I lay thinking about my dream. Something definitely wasn't right with the Romulans… but what? Had Vivian killed a young Aceline Snow by accident? Dreams weren't usually as specific as to give names…
I had a flash of inspiration. I shot up into a sitting position.
"What's wrong?" Edward said worriedly. "did you have another nightmare?"
"No, I need the computer. Go switch it on, I wont be able to sleep if I don't check something."
Edward was suddenly sitting at my desk, switching on my ancient computer. I went to the bathroom to fetch a glass of water as he set up. I studied myself in the mirror as I heard him connecting to the modem. I looked dreadful. Pale skin, dark rings under my eyes… if I were more beautiful, I may have passed for a vampire.
"Bella?" Edward whispered. "What do you want to search?"
"Aceline Snow. It was the name on the bloody room."
I heard the keys being tapped, and then Edwards sharp intake of breath.
"Bella, come here quick." he said. I rushed in and looked at the screen. My blood ran cold.
He was looking at a newspaper article from 2004, in the a newspaper from New York.
Police have no leads concerning the whereabouts of the body of sixteen-year-old Aceline Snow.
Miss Snow had been in a coma for three months after a car crash which killed the two other passengers in the car. Geoff Brethen, 16, and Jamie Lane, 18, both died, Brethen in hospital several hours later, and the driver, Lane, on impact.
It was considered a miracle that Snow woke from her coma. She suffered blunt force trauma to the skull and probable brain damage. She awoke, but was still in a critical condition, when disaster struck once again, two nights after Aceline awoke from her coma.
Snow was presumably asleep, as her parents had left for the night, when an unidentified assailant entered the room. It is unknown what happened that night, but it has baffled police.
There was no sign of forced entry, but the windows from the 4th floor room were smashed. Blood was sprayed across the room in a violent manner, and shreds of the victims clothes lay on the floor, hinting at a sexual assault.
The body was nowhere to be seen.
Aceline Snow was a popular student at Saint Brenden high. She had good grades, and was loved by students and teachers alike. This arouses the question: who would do this?
"We believe that it was a hate crime," chief of police Edd Tollett says, "there was a lot of scandal surrounding the circumstances of the crash that killed two of Miss Snow's friends. Some felt bitter that their loved ones had perished and Aceline was alowed live. There are undergoing interviews with the people connected to the deceased teenagers, to see if any information was missed in the initial investigation. So far, there has been no luck."
It has been three weeks since Aceline disappearance. There is no doubt that she is dead, but her family still urge anyone with information to come forward.
"We just want the body of our daughter," sobbed Aceline's mother, Mary. "We just want to give her a proper burial."
Anyone with information is urged to contact Harlem Police station at….
I stopped reading. I felt as if my stomach was filled with frogs, and my head was spinning.
"They never found her," Edward said. "That was five years ago."
My ears started ringing. My vision went blurry.
Before I knew it, everything went black.