I like Jane. She's a bit odd, glaring at dad a lot but she's amazing at doing braids. Their so intricate, spinning and twisted into tight styles. Rosalie has started to stay over a lot more, which in I like because she has the best make up skills, which means Alice is over a lot too because of her clothing skills. They've given me non stop makeovers. Which I am not  complaining about. But mom seems worried. Constantly at my side, always trying to make eye contact with Jane but it doesn't work. Mom steps in the door.
"Baby, it's time to turn out the lights." I sigh dropping down into my bedspread.
"Okay." My finger fumble a bit but turn off the light next to my bed, I place my book down then my glasses on top of it. Mom walks over to me, then sits on the edge of my bed.
"You are alright. Right?" I smile.
"Yep I'm good."
"Excited? Nervous?"
"Both? Is that weird?" Mom spreads her hand out in front of me. I take it. A gasp escapes me before I can stop it. I see her, rosy cheeks, nattered hair, puffy yellowed under eye bags. A small pink rim above her left breast. Teeth marks. Mom looks in my eyes with love then horror as falls limp back on the gurney she was sitting on.
"I mean I didn't cut class a lot!" The image fades and I am sitting in front of  the same woman. Except she's recounting the time she cut class with Jacob. I force the image of her weak, out of my head. It was just my imagination. "Okay, okay. Now, tomorrow is your first day of high school! It's time to go to bed okay?" I smile as mom presses her soft lips to my temple. She pushes off the bed walking over to the door. "I love you, good night honey."
"I love you too, mom. Good night."
"Sweet dreams honey."
"Good night," I say as mom shuts my door, but as she does I get a glimpse of Jane. Jane just staring at me with her eyes closed. My foot tingles, slightly a brief  piece of pain is present. But I roll over and dream.
I dream of something rather strange.
The fire crackle from the hearth, spitting flames into the room. The mauve Persian rug twisting in colors of beige and cream. Bella is perched on the peach paisley couch in the living room. Dark wood side tables are cluttered with books. Edward paces back and forth, wrinkles stamped on his face. Jane leans against the kitchen. The world goes blank then a stream of panic flows in. Sweat clings to my skin, my screams filling the air,  pain filling my heart, lungs. Flowing through my veins. Edward holds Bella as she sobs. Jane's  face is concentration, her fingers digging into my skin. I realize that all the pain is coming from her.
And then I wake.