Broken (Twilight Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

I woke up refreshed. I haven't slept like that in years and I signed loudly as I twisted to turn on my side. But I froze when I felt something holding me, restricting me. I started to panic, my heart hammering in my chest as I couldn't detect what was holding me. Whatever it was, it was ice-cold and hard like stone.

The things holding me released their grip as I started to panic and I could feel something cold playing with a few strands of my hair.

"Bella? Are you okay?"

At this velvet voice. My eyes opened slowly and I took in everything. I was in bed, with Edward lying next to me on top of the covers. I could feel my confusion lifting as I remembered everything from last night. I had went to bed and Edward had volunteered to aid me, probably due to my constant clumsiness. He'd tucked me in and I stopped him, pleading for him to stay with me. He'd agreed and I fell asleep instantly.

I blushed bright red as I realised that he must have stayed all night, right next to me. I inwardly cringed nearly immediately when I figured out he must have been so bored and stayed out of pity. Pitiful towards the broken beyond repair girl who knows what the Cullens actually were.

'What's wrong?" Edward asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry about making you stay. You must have been bored as you don't sleep."

"I wasn't bored," he said softly. "I like watching you sleep. You talk, a lot."

"Oh, God," I mumbled as I closed my eyes and opened them three seconds later. "What did I say?"

He frowned as he spoke. "You mumbled most of the things. Sometimes you would say something's too green, and then you kept whispering 'sparkly'. I was wondering what on earth you were dreaming about."

I frowned myself. "I can't actually remember what I was dreaming about. It's kind of hazy." I frowned deeper as I tried to conjure up my lost dream, but all I could see was myself running in the woods surrounding the Cullens' house.

"Did you get your answer?" Edward suddenly asked.

"What?"

"You said last night you wanted to try something. Did you get your answer?"

I smiled. "Yes, I did."

He raised his eyebrow. "And are you going to tell me what you wanted to find out?"

"Nope," I answered him, chuckling at his annoyed facial expression.

"That is so annoying. Not being able to read your mind."

I rolled my eyes. "Then you know how the rest of us feel. The rest of us haven't got the ability to read minds and it annoys us all the time."

He smirked. "Well, I like to be able to read everybody's minds. I want to read yours."

I shook my head. "I like my privacy. I'm sure everyone will agree with me. I'm glad you can't read my thoughts; it would annoy you."

"Why? What do you think about?" He asked, eyebrow quirked.

"You don't want to know," I told him seriously.

He didn't push it and didn't demand to explain what I was talking about. I was grateful as it couldn't talk about it, and I had an suspicion he knew what I was talking about.

"Why do you think it doesn't work on me? Your mind-reading?" I asked him.

He pursed his lips. "I suppose your brainwaves works differently to others. Like I'm getting a phone signal of 3G and you got SOS."