Waking up was the hardest part,afraid wheither i had just just had the biggest and worst dream, i diddnt want to admitt it to my coração that my head beleived it real. por now, ,my coração had a mind of it's own, and my brain was its best friend, looking out for it, but kept the harsh truth to itself. But isnt that where friendships go wrong?

I found myself in a foriegn room, with no real decor, just a room, but it appeared to had held secrets, secrets that solved the respostas behind the holes in the walls, and the windows bolted shut and writings of deleicate scribble on the walls.
The scribbe startled me, cause the same word was repeated over and over, i was like a nightmare, like a movie, It spelt "Bella,"

It was Edwards Room, the memory of last night flushed all right back beleiving it as a nightmare, throwing acid on my chest, I was flung into a panic and began shaking and screaming loader then i thought i could.
This is the worst of dreams, that dream where it showed that he suffered the same fate as me, that the death of your sanity was due to loss of each other.
I saw the scribble increase , like it was bolding, and running, like the ink was bleeding.
i pushed myself under to covers, only to be intoxicated with a familar smell.
It was another. i couldn't control my screaming, i was petriffied, i diddnt want to see this, it was a nightmare, it was a horror movie.
Growing exhusted por my screams , i was defeated my heat flush and passed out,




(I KNOW ITS SHORT, but i promise a good one real soon, this just hasnt been my best week!