I showered and dressed in my pyjamas, all the while my thoughts reeling. I had come down from my energetic high and my excitement had died down considerably. I was questioning my existence, my purpose in this universe and I was feeling extremely homesick.

Would I ever see Cass again? What about my mother? Who was looking after her? And my grandma? How would she feel about my sudden death?

My head was reeling with questions and the familiar ache in my chest only grew as the seconds ticked by. A knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts. Carlisle piped his head around the door.

"I'm here to put your new bandages on," he smiled. I moved to sit at the end of the bed and he knelt before me.

"Would you mind lifting up your shirt for me?" He asked politely. I did as he asked, smiling at how kind and gentle he always was. I mean, I didn't know the guy long enough but he seriously suited being a doctor.

"Are you feeling any pain?" He asked.

"Nothing at all," I answered. I watched as he prodded around my ribs and stomach and looked down to see the bruises and cuts littering my abdomen.

"Not even when I poke you here?" He asked. I watched him put pressure on the long jagged scar starting from under my breast to my belly button.

It was nasty looking and so were all my guises and cuts, but I guess the wounds had to be if they had killed me almost instantly in my old life and brought me here.

"Nothing. I can't feel any pain," I repeated. He continued prodding for a little while longer, watching my face for any signs of pain, but gave up after a minute.

He opened the little medical bag he had with him and began wiping all over my cuts and bruises before wrapping me in a tight bandage.

"If you feel any irritation please refrain from scratching, you could open up your wounds. But if the irritation persists then come see me," he instructed. I nodded, standing up as he did.

"I'll let you get some rest, I'm sure you're tired," it was only when he mentioned the word tired did I feel the exhaustion in my bones. I stifled a yawn and Carlisle smiled at me and left after wishing me a good night.

I closed the door after him and jumped onto the bed, burying myself under the covers and drifting off.

I could hear a voice talking loudly and I blinked my eyes open, wondering who's crying had woken me up.

"She's gone! Like that! I didn't expect it...I can't belive it."

We we're in our living room, I recognised it. Cass was crying, her eyes red and swollen, sobbing loudly. I was surprised to see Adrian in the room, consoling her. They broke up didn't they?

I tried to move, to speak, to ask them what's wrong, but I couldn't. I was fixed on my spot and I could only merely watch.

"She was all I had left. She was all I had left!" Cass was hysterical, screaming, nothing like the collected and beautiful girl I remembered. It made my heart ache.

"We all miss her Cass," Adrian murmured.

"No! Don't say that! No one does, not as much as I do! You have your family Adrian! Who do I have? Now that Sylvia is gone, I'm all alone." The words hit me so hard a strangled sob came out of my throat. They were talking about me!

I'm dead and Cass is crying for me!

At that moment I wanted to run to her, to tell her I was okay, and that I'd never leave her, but I couldn't move.

"I'm here Cass! I'd never leave you! I'm right here!" I was screaming until my throat was raw, but no one heard anything. I was crying, sobbing.

"Come on Cass. She wouldn't want to see you like this. The funerals tomorrow..."

"Funeral?! I'm right here! Can't you see me?!" I was now the hysterical one now, begging for either of them to notice me. Adrian began leading Cass away and I tried to move, to follow them, but I still couldn't move.

I was getting desperate and very close to panicking. Would I be stuck here forever? Watching everyone move on and forget me? Was that my punishment for being bad?

"Cass please. I'm right here," I whispered, watching her back. For a second, she turned around and I saw her red rimmed eyes and hope surged in me. But was shortly followed by a crushing despair as she looked right through me and turned around, following Adrian out.

"I'm here. Don't go. Don't leave me Cassy," I whimpered, crying, my shoulders shaking.

The shaking became more persistent and I heard someone call my name, but it sounded so faraway.

"Sylvia."

And then, suddenly it wasn't.

"Sylvia! Wake up. You're just dreaming sweetie." My eyes fluttered open and I sat upright, my heart pounding, my chest heavy. Looking around the room, disappointment crushed me. I really was dead and stuck in the Twilight universe.

Esme sat on the edge of the bed, giving me a concerned look. My face felt wet and I wiped away at my eyes, only realising that I had been crying in my sleep.

"You were shouting and crying in your sleep." God, they must have all heard with their supersonic hearing. God, that was so embarrassing. A wave of calm washed over me and I realised it must have been Jasper doing his mojo thing.

"I'm okay. Just kinda still getting over the fact that I died and now I'm stuck here," I choked out. Esme didn't say anything, just pulled me into her arms and held me as I sniffled, hot tears streaming down my face.

"It will get better sweetie. I just know it." I didn't know how to respond, so I just nodded, hoping that she was right.