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Bella's POV

I wake up with the familiar throbbing pain in my head. As I try to move I realize, that my whole body is filled with agony. I open my eyes and moan as the light in the room is too bright. As I try to put my hand over my head to protect my eyes from the sun, someone holds me back. I turn my head and look at the person with my blurred view. I focus harder to see blonde hair and a white coat. Great I got myself in the hospital again!

A bit confused I try to remember, what happened. There was water. Water surrounding my whole body. Did I swim? But why would my head hurt so much? I close my eyes in frustration and focus more on my memories. Jacob was there with me…he dragged me out of the water. But why? What could have happened? Did I hit my head on a stone or something? Yeah, that sounds like something, that would happen to me.

I hit my head and Jacob had to save me. That's so like me. I sigh and open my blurry eyes again to look at Carlisle, who waited patiently for me to look at him again. "How are you feeling, Bella?"My brows shot down in confusion. Wait a moment…why is Carlisle here? They left. They left me behind. So why is he here and looks at me with such a worried expression? Shouldn't he be in Alaska hunting huge animals with his family?

"Bella?"Hmm…probably I hit my head harder than I thought. I close my eyes again and try to drift to sleep again, away from this not-existing Carlisle in front of me. "Bella?" He touches my hand with his cold ones. I can't help myself, but look at him with utter annoyance. Not just that this damn illusion is realistic it can also speak and touch me! An illusion shouldn't be able to do that! Can't at least my head accept the simplest rules? "Carlisle" puts his hand on my head checking my temperature careful to cause me not even more pain then I already have to endure. I open my eyes again and look at him with furrowed brows. As I feel his touch as cold as it always was I come to another conclusion. Probably my head isn't playing pranks on me or at least not in the way I expected it. This is a dream! Why didn't I think of this earlier? It's a dream! That makes much more sense than an illusion! "Bella?" The Dream-Carlisle tries to get my attention again. I look at him with pity in my eyes. Doesn't he know that this is a dream? Is he so worried, because he thinks this Is reality?

I have to repress a chuckle after I recognize the expression on his face. He looks exactly like when he left. It's a really cruel way of my subconscious to tell me, that the Cullens don't need me. At the same time I can't help, but wonder how I managed to remember every detail of his face. It's not like I thought about Carlisle often. At least not when I could prevent it. Bad enough, that I had to deal with my love-hate relationship with the non-existing enough, that my brain was actually able to mimic Edward so perfectly, but Carlisle as well? At least I don't feel the need to throw myself in front of the next car like I felt it was necessary to get non-existing Edwards attention. Even thought I don't get, why my subconscious should want to show me a dream of Carlisle. Maybe it should be a hint, that I really miss my other family members as well. Not just Edward.

My eyes are wide open with shock. Edward! Is he here too? Can I see him again at least in my dreams? Hope makes my eyes lighten up as I think about my ex-boyfriend. It's painful to think about him, but I feel the need to nonetheless. With a sigh I try to concentrate on the man before me again. I should act, as if I didn't know that this was not real. Even if my inner self shouted at me to not be stupid I can't help it, I want to enjoy this as long as it lasts. If that means, that I will get to be with my family again I don't care. Putting my too heavy hand on my hand I touch the soft material of my bandage. So I have to try to remember, what happened. Yeah…right. There was water and Jajob and pain and then…then…I don't know, what happened next, but at least I remembered something.

Shocked filled my eyes as I realized, that Edward was probably here feeling guilty, that he caused this. I mean he probably did in some way. After all I tried to hurt myself oft enough, because of the non-existing Edward. It wouldn't surprise me, if I did once more. I just didn't see, where Jacob came in the picture. Did we go swimming together? But swimming isn't actually an extreme sport so it probably has nothing to do with Edward. I have to tell Carlisle the truth or at least the part of it that I remember, so that Edward doesn't feel the need to be guilty or to pity me.. He shouldn't think, that it was his fault, if it has nothing to do with him. Or at least I think so… Wait…Edwards name doesn't hurt anymore? Why? Is it, because this is a dream? Or did I lose my feelings for him after suffering so long? That's strange, I missed him so much yesterday, but I just can't get myself to feel anything for him anymore. Hmm…at least I don't have to experience the pain of losing him in my own created world as well. Bad enough his face had been in every nightmare since he left me.

My subconscious has probably finally realized, that he won't come back to me. That's a good thing. I think with a sad smile on my face. I have to get over him. I have to live for Charlie, for Jake and for myself. My eyes shut closed as a bright light is suddenly blinding. "Please open your eyes again, Bella" Carlisle voice says to me gentle. Ohh…I completely forgot that he is here too. I open my eyes again and look at the near unbearable bright light. After one seconds it switches to my other eye and then it disappears completely giving me the possibility to look at Carlisle. He looks not as worried as before, but worried nonetheless. Is it because of me? I look at him confused for a few seconds and then I remember my conclusion from a few minutes ago. He doesn't know, that this is a dream! I have to tell him!

"Carlisle-," I get interrupted as a male voice starts to speak from the other side of my bed. "Is she alright?" As I look over to see, who spoke I freeze. Who are-? Oh…wait! They have red eyes. Human blood drinkers. I try to get as far away from them as the bed allows. What are they doing here? I look back to the three men in front of me and they seem so familiar. Did I see them somewhere before? But I should remember them. I mean even if they wore contact linses, I would have remembered at least their beautiful faces. As I look at this stunning pairs of eyes again I stop breathing. They have so beautiful deep eyes. It's so easy to lose yourself in them. Before I know, what I am doing I am on the edge of the bed and my hand touches one of this soft looking faces. The man in front of me has black hair and male features. He doesn't look like somebody you want to mess with. Not that I am afraid of him, it's impossible to fear someone, who looks at you with so much worry and concern in his eyes. What confuses me for a moment before looking to the two other men. They stand right beside him one has blonde hair the other brown. Both have the same expression on their faces as the man with the man in the middle.

Suddenly I recognize their faces, I have seen them before. It was on the picture in Carlisle office. They are the Volturi. The kings of all vampires, who founded the law, that no human is allowed to know their secret. Startled I go back to the other side of the bed looking at them with fear filled eyes. Are they going to kill me? I probably made a noise, because all of a sudden the worry in their eyes gets a whole new level. Maybe they are not worried about me, but about their secret. Probably even starting to think about ways to make my death look like an accident.

Confused eyes follow me as I crawl even further away and the one with the brown hair stretches his hand to touch my face. I shudder and want to go even further back, but it's impossible. I close my eyes awaiting the pain. Hoping, that the give me at least a fast death. My feelings change as soon as the hand touches me. It sends shockwaves through my body and makes me shiver. My rational mind screaming at me, that I should think more clearly. I should be afraid. Terrified even, but certainly not so safe and happy as soon as the brown-haired guy touches me.

Why am I not afraid? As often as my brain tells me, that I should be trembling in fear I can only look at them. My eyes filled with adoration, relief and trust. As if I waited for them, to come and save me. Why do I feel like that? It doesn't make any sense. Confused I look at the three guys again, as I remember what the black-haired man said. Why would he care, if I am alright? He is the Volturi leader, he should be the one to make sure that I am NOT alright. Helpless and confused I glance back to Carlisle, who looks really worried by now. "I don't know," I answer his earlier asked question about my well-being. He places his hand on my chin and forces me to look at him completely. "Bella can you tell me your full name?" I look at him now even more confused. I don't answer as soon as probably expected, because I am to busy to stare at Carlisle. Was this reality or not? It was more likely, that this is a dream, but then again I can't be sure. After all I don't think, that my mind could fake Carlisle so perfectly. "Isabella Marie Swan," I answer after some time. "The name of your father?" "Charlie Swan" "What is today's date?" I have to think about that for some time before coming up with an answer. "1.-April-2013" I could hear several gasps around me. As I look up I can see four shocked vampires. Carlisle got his control back first and looked at me with a funny expression.

"Bella dear, today is the 8. April not the 1."