A/N - After a LOT of harassment from a LOT of people over a LONG period of time... here is my oneshot of Bella's nightmare. So, this extremely short story is dedicated to all those people who harassed me: foreverinlove17, Annilaia, MadameDazzle, methebookman, and L Smittee.

And sorry about all the dots. I wanted double spaces, but fanfiction doesn't like double spaces, so sorry!

I don't own Twilight or New Moon or any of Stephenie Meyer's fabulous characters, obviously.

And now, on to Bella's nightmare... (See pp. 122-123 of New Moon) I hope you like it!


Endless Maze

by saranicole

I was in a forest of tall moss-covered trees. It was dark, like dusk on a cloudy day—dusk in Forks—with just enough light to see by. It was very quiet here. Too quiet. So quiet that it almost hurt my eardrums. The only sounds were my own footsteps and heavy breathing.

I hurried though the gloom. I had to find him. He had to be here somewhere. If I only kept looking, I would find him. I had to find him.

I searched and searched, running aimlessly through the too-quiet forest—following after the smallest rustle of leaves. He had to be here somewhere. I had to find him. I had to find him.

After what seemed like hours, I stopped, looking at a particular tree. It seemed so familiar—as if I had seen it before. And then I realized. I was going in circles. I was trapped in some kind of endless maze. And my goal wasn't even to get out of the maze, but just to find him, which somehow seemed even more difficult. I was getting so frantic. I was nearly hysterical. He had to be here! If I only looked harder... I had to find him! I had to! I couldn't go on without him!

I sped up, in hopes of actually getting somewhere—breaking free of this maze—but my speed only made me clumsier. And I had to find him. I kept running and running, searching and searching everywhere. I fell down several times, but got back up and kept on running, searching wildly, frantically.

I turned left. I turned right. I had no path to follow. I didn't know where to go. He was so far ahead of me, that the leaves had stopped rustling. Leaving me completely without direction. But I had to keep going. I had to. I needed him. I had to find him.

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Running.

Searching.

Running.

Running.

Falling down.

Breathless.

Frantic.

Getting up again.

Running.

Running.

Searching.

Searching.

Faster.

Faster.

Falling.

Running.

Searching.

Breathless.

Frantic.

Faster.

Faster.

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Until I fell down.

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And I couldn't remember why I should get up.

And I couldn't remember why I was frantic.

And I couldn't remember why I should run.

And I couldn't remember why I should hurry.

And I couldn't remember why I should search.

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And I couldn't remember WHAT I was searching for.

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Giving up.

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There was no reason to get back up.

There was no reason to be frantic.

There was no reason to run.

There was no reason to hurry.

There was no reason to search.

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There was NOTHING to search for.

There was NOTHING to find.

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There had

never been anything

more than just this

empty,

dreary

wood,

and there

never would be

anything

more for me...

-

nothing

but

nothing...

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I woke up screaming. Screaming and screaming and screaming.

Edward! There WAS something to search for—someone to search for! EDWARD! I wouldn't forget! I couldn't forget! I screamed this over and over in my head, reminding myself that I hadn't forgotten. I wouldn't give up. I could never give up. I could never forget him.