L I S A

"Wake up . . ." He called as his soothing voice washed my worries away. There was no hint of fear left in me.

"Wake up dear . . ." His sound raised up to a level as his hands caressed my cheek.

I was lost in the pleasure of the moment and the warmth his eyes were furnishing me.

But I didn't want to wake yet.

Something was pulling me out of this dream and the fear of losing him overwhelmed me. I cringed at the thought of losing him.

He was closing the proximity between us, invading my private space, breathing the air I exhaled out.

His lips leaned in on my face but before I could kiss him, I blinked and swooned at the image of the person, especially his glowing lethal eyes.

"Wake up Lisa!" I found myself kicking and screaming as a body quickly wrapped around mine.

I needed to get as far away from him as humanly possible but the grip was too strong and I found myself yelping to be freed.

"Shh . . ." A sound whispered in my ears holding me more compactly yet gently close to the person's body.

"It's me, just me." A bell rang in the back of my head as I processed that voice in my memory card and found an exact match.

"Jenna." I sobbed holding onto her.

Despite the comfort and warmth her body was releasing at me, I was cold and uncomfortable.

I felt my waist below completely drowned in water while my front was pressed close to hers.

A blush slowly crept on my face as we drew back from the hug and she quickly averted her gaze, ensuring my well-being first.

I threw my arms against my bare chest and looked down into the water, hoping she'd get it before I had to drown my entire figure inside the tub.

"I'll be in your room." She rose to her feet and left without another glimpse but leaving the door ajar.

I hurriedly got out of the tub and fetched the dress from the peg on the wall.

I slipped it on roughly almost forgetting about the fact that my body was still wet and needed a towel.

I grabbed a towel from another peg and wrapped it around my hair and up in a bun.

I then walked out into the room ready to be scolded.

Her eyes budged from her lap to me and scanned my skin up and down until she was satisfied.

Even then dissatisfaction was apparent on her face.

I looked down at the floor, ready for her to scowl and tell me how foolish I was but nothing came out. She was blank.

Waiting and waiting the tick-tock of the clock reverberated around the corners of the room.

The sun had almost vanished behind the peak of mountains leaving only the murky rays to spread out, marking the beginning of a shady twilight.

I hadn't realized I'd slept the entire afternoon in vain.

Even though it was refreshing, it was going to intervene with my night sleep.

That was how I felt these days, morning would be tiring and I ended up losing myself in a deep nap-however at night that was my sole focus nowadays.

During the nights, I felt the most energetic when the moon was high up in the clouds and the stars danced to a rhythm I wasn't accustomed to, yet.

"That's the fourth time." Jenna started gaining my undivided attention.

"I mean the fourth time in bath and numerous times in bed. You scream and wake up forcibly like you're trying to escape something." She stopped to stare at me and studied me intently. "Or someone . . ." She finished.

I sighed.

I never told Jenna about what happened that night. The night when my parents and I-the accident.

I didn't want to trouble Jenna more than she already was, I was living in her house and ruining her nights and she was letting me because of her kindness.

The last thing I needed was to add to her problems.

"It's just a bad dream." I admitted shrugging my shoulders and forcing a slim guilty smile on my lips.

"The dream you've been having ever since they died." I shook my head rapidly not wanting to recall that memory from the darkest place in my brain.

"I know, I know. You don't want to talk about it. I get it." She finished holding her hands up in defeat.

Disappointment and guilt took over her juvenile features but she covered it up almost swiftly.

She rose to her feet and smiled vibrantly. "Whenever you're ready, I'm here to listen. Just remember that okay?"

She pecked on my cheek giving a squeeze to both of my forearms by her hands.

I remembered to ask her something before she went out.

I wasn't going to spend my hours here feeling guilty about not opening up to her and considering myself, I lacked any chances of falling asleep anywhere before the midnight.

I had to do something to kill time.

"Is it okay if I go out around the streets?" I asked watching her thinking over my words. "I won't take too long. I just need some time to . . . clear my head off the wariness." I added observing her hesitance.

"Don't take too long." She gave me a fretful smile and turned away to continue her departure.

* * *

If only she knew how hard it was for me to explain it all to her.

It wasn't a tale I could just come out and tell.

The dreams and the accident were just unbearable and talking about them was like taking a step towards a suicide mission because it was all that I felt whenever I tried to talk or even recall my feeling about the subject.

With every passing day now that small disastrous moment was slowly sinking into one of my nightmares.

That cold night was one of like this one; there was no sign of any streetlights or illuminations to show the way.

The only thing that lightened our path was the headlights of our car. Dad was driving and chatting delightfully with mother as . . . as?

I stopped on my tracks and smashed my thoughts together.

As what? What happened after that? I couldn't think. Sanity, wisdom and my credible outlook pointed towards everything that hadn't happened that night. What did I see?

I calmed down my nerves and my heart that was now racing inside my chest.

My hands were shaking along with the every visible part of my body in that small black halter dress.

I should've taken a shawl but it wasn't this cold when I'd gotten out. Neither did I know I'd stay out this long. What time was it?

My hand hovered over my wrist where the watch was wrapped around my slight skin.

It was half past eight. Not too late but probably enough to get back home.

I didn't want to worry her more than she already was; besides she looked like she was alone.

I hadn't found a trace of him since breakfast so he must be attending to his business.

When the sight of my whereabouts struck me I lost all amount of patience I might've hold before.

My palm reached up to my chest to feel the evidence of my fear bouncing rapidly inside my chest.

It was time to panic.

The entire place around me was masked by the thick mist and an overall darkness.

Nothing was in sight, expressly not a soul and no way out.

I could barely walk two paces without tripping over my slim feet.

Keeping my head straight and eyes open to not swoon at this moment was an entirely different matter.

I gathered the courage recalling I had a responsibility at home waiting to be taken care of.

I started dawdling taking one step at once to check if the ground wouldn't slip underneath my foot. I took the other step when I was convinced with myself.

Where this sudden fog did come from? Was I really that consumed in my worries that I lost my way back home? The night aided to my problems.

For most people like me, I had this problem to not be able to specifically identify a road, house, or a piece of land in darkness, it all appeared the same to me.

Dragging myself out of the mist I stood somewhere that was a bit lively and didn't have the existence of being wholly deserted or soulless.

I bent down on my knees and just breathed until my lungs had had enough, sighing and freeing my insides of any contaminated substance.

I straightened myself back up and more firmed on my knees this time.

"Ah!" I squealed as something wrapped around me and dragged me into the cold mist before I could scold or scream properly.

My hands were pinned up to the wall and my body ached from the sudden collision of my back with the bricks.

The first thing to catch my eyes was a pair of onyx eyes with brown hair cascading backwards the head of this beautiful stranger.

He had the same beautiful presence like Edward with the same alluring aura that screamed danger.

Before I could continue to fantasize about him his features immediately changed into one of the hunting ones.

His eyes held the daring of a predator holding his prey captive and his lips twitched up into a smirk showing the elongating canines of this stunning beast.

My heart skipped a beat and my mind stopped breathing as I waited for my destruction in the hands of this man.

I shut my eyes forcibly waiting for a sting. I didn't know what was going on, who he was, what he was but I supposed somewhere in the back of my head, I knew what he wanted.

Seconds passed by but nothing happened. I waited patiently until I heard a snap of breaking bones.

My eyes wandered around and rested on the left where I perceived a guy lying on the dusty floor, his body immobilized and atop of him stood another man with golden brown hair waving in the chilling breeze.

I recognized him from his back but just for confirmation I stalked after him.

My feet were shuddering from some unknown trepidation and my mind bursting with hundred questions. But he was my focus right now, only him.

I lifted my hand up and my fingers curled up, dithering just like my poor feet.

I'd almost touched him when he twisted around in a spin and I drew my hands behind my hips in a panic like I was doing a bad thing and was afraid to get caught.

We're so close that even an inch movement would cause our bodies to collide.

I'd never been in so close proximity to him or any other man before!

My breathing was a trembling mess and my uneven heartbeat was causing a pain with the loud throbbing inside my chest.

And somehow his imminence happened to be the anesthetic I needed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, partially gritting his teeth.

I coughed stepping back from him and dusted the imaginary dirt off my dress, apparently catching his attention now on my long revealed legs.

I coughed again to borrow his eyes back to mine from their trip to my legs.

"I was out for a walk." I waited for his gaze to soften but his jaws were still clenching together as if to suppress his anger.

I grew angry and changed my guilty tone at his behavior.

"What about you?" I scowled after not getting a reply.

He crossed the distance between us as I threw my arms and locked them in front of my chest to shun any nervousness growing inside my gut.

He kept getting closer until his hand was resting on my shoulder and I flinched at the coldness of his touch-I hoped he didn't notice.

His thumb traveled up to stroke my cheek and then ended up tucking a loose strand behind my earlobe.

He leaned in and inhaled a sharp breath, so long as if he hadn't breathed since morning and now possibly taking every bit of my scent he could stock up in his lungs like it was the last time he'd breathe it in.

"Let's go home." He dismissed tugging at my arm as he held his head back up and glared with the same stuck-up attitude he'd hold before.

The warmth was hurriedly replaced by his cold glance as his lips formed a thin line.

I scolded myself for fantasizing something as ridiculous as that. What was I thinking? Clearly nothing if I found myself for even one second falling for this guy.

I gave the man lying still on the ground one last glimpse before turning to Edward.

There were a lot of things I was planning to ask him on the way. Starting with who was he?