Annabella Cullen

~Chapter nineteen~

The rain crashed against the pavement, my heart thudded in my chest, and I felt as if I were being chased. I heard no one behind and yet I still ran. Unfamiliar surroundings entangled me and I continued to run. I took in ragged breaths, not ever having ever been this tired, I was frustrated. I tripped over an unseen pipe and scrambled away from the on coming figure. "Get away," I screamed. The figure had a silky, eery voice, "Come here my child. I mean you no harm."

     No matter how light the voice was going to sound, I still not slow in my attempt to get away. I came up to a wall and glanced over to notice it was an ocean. I could not back up further and I felt a scream arising in my throat. A streak of lighting cascaded across the sky and I saw that the figure was a woman, with creamy looking blond hair and startling crimson eyes. "Get away from me," I yelled at her, pushing myself back as far as I could manage.

     I saw her arms reaching out to me me. I finally let out the scream I had been holding and she covered my mouth. "Shh," she urged, looking around frantically. I bit her hand and she jerked hand back, a little stunned that I had bitten her. Without any thought, I stood up quickly. I jumped over the edge and felt the wind move past me as I made my descent into the murky deaths. The water enveloped me as I sank under, I felt the water dent bedside me and I looked over to see the woman had followed me.

     She gripped my throat, a smile spreading across her face. It became increasingly harder to breath and I was taken under.

     I flew awake in a flash. Sweat and tears burnt my face. My heart was thumping faster than it had ever done in my lifetime. What had the dream meant? Was death awaiting me closely? Was I over thinking it all? Tears streamed down my face in a waterfall and I supped my hands to it. I felt comforting hands in circle me and my mother coaxed me, "It's all right, I am here." I laid against her, while sobbing, I whispered, "It felt so real, momma. I felt as if I would die any moment."

     "No, no sweetheart, I promise that is not true," she said, rubbing my back lightly. "I know, I just don't like the vividness of the dreams I am experiencing. They scare me," I whisper, looking up into my mom's golden eyes. I heard my door quietly open and close again. I saw out of the corner of my eye dad creeping his way over. "What's wrong sweetheart?" he asked, sitting next to mom. "Vivid nightmares," I said simply.

     He shook his head, a worried looking crossing his face. "How long have you been having these nightmares?" he interrogated, looking almost too serious. I bit my lip and whispered, "Since after the incident with the vampire lady." Dad's gaze was slightly petrifying, "Why didn't you let me know sooner?!" I was still crying though I felt anger bubbling in me, "Because I didn't think it mattered!" Mom gave him a disapproving look and said, "Please Edward, I know why you are frustrated, but yelling at her won't help."

     Dad shook his head, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead, he left the room. I closed my eyes and leaned against mom. She rubbed my arm gently and said, "I am going to talk with your father, just try to sleep, okay sweetheart?" I nodded and she gently put me back on my pillow. She left the room and I knew that I would not be able to go back to sleep. I got out of bed, grabbing a sweatshirt, and pair of shoes I headed out onto the balcony.

     I shivered slightly at the cool air, I had not checked the time, but I knew it was early. I leaned against the railing to the balcony and gazed at the view before me. I heard the sound of light footsteps behind and turned to see Renesmee coming up to me. "What are you doing?" I asked her, honestly curious. "Mom and dad are fighting and I was curious if you knew why. What happened?"

     She probably notice my tear stained face and I replied, "I had a bad nightmare and dad is mad because I've been having them for awhile and I did not tell him about it." She came up to the railing and leaned against it as well, "He is overly protective." I shook my head, "Not of me. Well at least not normally." Renesmee titled her head at me and said, "Annie, all of us love you. We just want to ring your neck at the same time. I am your sister so I am suppose to hate you."