Part II-Prologue

Disclaimer. I own none of the original Twilight characters. Ownership belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Dreaming of You-Selena

"This won't hurt. I promise." He tells me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask, always. He never stops. It's completely pointless.

"Because you're special. Can't you see what everyone sees? You're so beautiful," he purrs in my ear, smoothing my hair back until he uncovers my eyes. Those special 'Skye' eyes.

"Such a pretty girl."

I wait, I wait until the pain stops because I know there isn't anything in the world I can do. No one can help me. I deserved this. I deserved all of this. For now I'll think of a time when the world was right, when everything made sense. I'll sing a song and maybe it'll all fade away.

"Late at night when all the world is sleeping. I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too," I whisper to myself, ignoring the pain, ignoring the tears rolling down my face. Then I see it. My dream come true.

"Shit," he curses, scrambling around, frantic. It's too late.

CRASH

Darkness surrounds me. It's everywhere. I can't breathe.

"Miss, miss? We need you to relax. Don't worry, sweetie. You're safe now. Nothing can hurt you. Just relax."

"Where am I?" A crash that's all I remember…

"Miss, you're in the ambulance. We need you to answer a few questions. What's your name?

"Vanessa Skye."

"Is the man you were with your boyfriend? What is his name?"

Him…he was…hurting me…

"NO! Don't let me near him! PLEASE! Don't let him anywhere near me, please," I beg, more tears streaking my dirty face as I thrash around. Trying to escape the tiny space they placed me in.

"It's ok, miss. He's not here. It's ok. Calm down." The paramedic sticks a tiny needle in my arm and suddenly everything seems alright. It's calm, peaceful.

"She's got a lot of tearing and open sores. Most of them are infected. She's had a miscarriage." A man's voice says from far away. All the voices start getting further and further away.

"God, after what happened tonight and then she has something like that happen. If she's in relation to Linda and John Skye then that kid is more damaged then we can fix. Only the Lord can help her now. Poor girl. After all she's been through."

The paramedic shakes her head and smiles sadly down at me, pity in her every move. My eyelashes flutter but I make sure to flash her image in my mind, so I'll always know who it was that saved me, and then I close my eyes and drift off, thinking only of him. Not the him that gives me pain but the one that took it away.

"I'll be dreaming of you tonight, till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight," I croak hoarsely. "And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be, than here in my room dreaming about you and me…"