She unwillingly turned back around and a piercing scream escaped her throat. Edward was glaring at her hungrily, and his eyes were completely black, filled with an ancient evil that had been around since the dawn of man. This wasn’t the Edward she knew; deep down, she knew it was the monster that Edward had repeatedly warned her about. She unsuccessfully tried to struggle against him, and his steely grip caught her left arm.

“Why did you leave me Bella?” An unfamiliar voice came out of Edward’s mouth. He grinned a smile that would only belong to a hunter, and grabbed her other arm.

“You’re not Edward!” Bella repeated over and over again until the three words became meaningless. ‘This is only a nightmare! Wake up right now!’ she screamed at her subconscious.

She gave one last scream of terror before she woke up to find Charlie right in front of her, gripping her shoulders in fear.

“Bella, you were screaming in your sleep. What happened?” Charlie pulled her into a comforting embrace. She felt a few tears fall from her eyes and buried her face into his shoulder.

“I-it was n-n-nothing. Just a-a bad n-nightmare,” Bella replied groggily.

“It’s 5:30 am right now. You look really tired, try to go back to sleep,” he put a hand to Bella’s forehead. “You have a fever. I’ll call the school to let them know that you’re not going to school.” His words were already fading as she fell back into a dreamless sleep.

Bella woke up with a start and squinted against the bright light that filtered through her window. She twisted her neck towards her alarm clock that glowed 2:30 pm. A note underneath it caught her attention and she held it in her hands carefully.

I’ll be back by 6:30 tonight, call me if you need anything.

Love, Dad

Below the clumsy scrawl was the number to the local police department. She suppressed a sigh and stretched out her arms, feeling her elbows creak in protest. She was disheartened as she stared at the note.; she remembered in clarity every single detail of her terrible nightmare last night. A big yawn filled the silence and she rushed into the bathroom, eager to take a hot shower.

Her nightmare only seemed to make her more nervous and eager for Edward’s upcoming party. Of course she was still planning to go; despite her dream, she still craved Edward’s company. She raced through her shower much more quickly than she anticipated, and dressed into a pair of worn out jeans and an old sweater.

As she brushed through her tangled locks; she searched through her wardrobe for the right outfit that she would wear for the party. She finally decided to wear a new pair of jeans and a blue sweater. She stubbornly fought against the images of her nightmare Edward; nothing would get in her way as she met the Cullens tonight.