"Auntie? Auntie Megan, are you okay?" I reached out to touch her shoulder. She spun round in the blink of an eye, smacking me hard across the face in the process. I stumbled back, and fell to the floor. Her eyes, they didn't look real. They were different to her normal honey caramel colour. I couldn't help but to stare back into them. Not even a second had past, and I felt her dainty size 7 shoe hit my ribs with an almighty blow.  

"You worthless bitch!" A punch in the ribs. "You good for nothing whore!" A kick to the face. "Why don't you just do everyone a favour, and die!" With every insult, came a new way for my body to ache. It ached, and I felt pain like I had never felt it before. It seemed raw. Auntie Megan disappeared. I thought this was my time to escape, to get out from under her evil clutches but she returned as my hand reached out for the door knob. She ran over to me, grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and flung me to the other side of the room, sending me crashing into the display cabinet. I lay in a pool of broken glass, mixed with my own blood. I dared to look up at her face, now full of a new type of angry I had never seen her experience before. She pulled the carving knife out of kitchen draw and stepped closer to me. She bent down to my level and began to trace the knife over my face, my wrists, my veins …..

I awoke to the sound of my own screams. My forehead was now all sweaty and clammy. I slowly and quietly walk out of my room, not wanting to awaken Charlie or my two sleeping idiots downstairs of the couche. I tiptoed across the landing to the bathroom. I glanced up at my reflection, before slashing my face with water. I look up into the mirror, puzzled by the expression I saw a moment ago on my face. A face. My face is not the only face that fills the mirror. Recognising it instantly, our eyes meeting, I realise that I have finally come face to face with the women that single handily ruined my life and continues to haunt my dreams. My eyes continue down her body as she edges towards me. My eyes stop suddenly on the knife in her hand.

"You can't get away from me that easily Sophia, or am I supposed to follow the lie you've been weaving and call you 'Bella Swan'?"  I whirled around to face her, but she pierces the knife into my stomach.

"No!" For the second time that night, I awoke to the sound of my own screams. I look around my room, realising that it was another nightmare from my past. My forehead, all sweaty and clammy like the last time. Accept this time, I didn't dare go to the bathroom. I stayed awake nearly half the night, not wanting to go back to sleep. Not wanting the murderous cow in my head. But I couldn't help it. I decided to roll over and at least try to get some sleep. I head the trees rattling against my window, the wind howling outside. It's amazing how much you actually hear when you just stop and listen. Amazing as it might be, it is also blooming creep.

"She's gone, Bella. She can't hurt you anymore now. "I kept telling myself, over and over. So desperatly hoping that if I said it enough, I might actually start to believe it myself. I started to rock myself to sleep, and I was about to nod off when I felt a hand on my shoulder…. X