Edwards face shown in the dim light when he moved a step close. The intake of a breath almost used turned to a sigh. Then horror as I saw he had something in his hand. Shock over took me, I didn't know what to say or do.

"Did you write this? It's really good." Yeah, I thought sarcastic, because that was the biggest concern at the moment.

I gapped open mouthed. "What are you doing in my room?"

He smiled a little crookedly, realizing that this scenario was actually really awkward. He played it off with charm. "They didn't tell you? I don't sleep. Can't actually. I haven't slept at all or through the night in 5 months." With a sad look on his face he continued. "That's the reason I tried to kill myself."

I sat for a second and considered how to continue. That was the horrible ordeal that made him try to kill himself? Something that happens to millions. Something they have cures for. Part of me was angry but the more dominated coward in me didn't act on it. "Don't they have pills for that? Couldn't you just have taken something and be fine?"

"Yes, you're right. But I don't. There's something unnatural about that kind of sleep. The pills don't work and I'm here the deal with the 'emotional imbalances' that disrupt my sleep." He used finger quotations to lighten the mood. "So I guess that explains why I was creeping through you're room in the middle of the night." Edwards smile softly, I presumed in hope that I wouldn't be mad. And my anger did subside a little. It was obvious that he was being tormented by something.

The sun was rising quickly now outside my window, nurses would be making more rounds as the patients awoke. I wondered how much trouble we would be in if they saw Edward and me right now, alone in a room in the middle of the night. Anyone in their right mind would assume something. Hell, half the people here aren't even remotely right in the brain and still would presume something more. Edward seem to be thinking along the same lines as me.

"I should probably be heading back soon. I'm sorry for have woken you up, but if its any consolation at least it stopped the nightmare you were having."

I looked up at him and pulled my knees close to my chest and hugged them as I spoke. "How did you know I was having a nightmare?"

He looked down, knowing he had invaded my privacy. The longer he paused the more nervous I became. "You talk in your sleep Bella. You…you were begging someone to not hurt you. And then. Then you started to scream. I'm sorry Bella, what ever you went through I wish you hadn't. I'm sorry it's still not over yet."

His words were sincere and honest. For once no one try to say I would move on in time or that I will heal. Edward didn't leave me with empty promises. He moved towards the door, grabbing the side of the frame for a second and looked back at me. Just now did I realize the extend of his beauty, his green eyes stared softly at me. "I meant what I said you know, about the poem. It really is good. I hope you write more. I'll see you and group.

He left quietly and I was left alone in my room with my thoughts. Strange and disconnect as they were one thing stood out. There was one thing I knew, there was more to Edward than he let be know. And now I was curious to find it out.

a.n So I bet a lot of people will be surprised with this. For the last year this has been the one story I've regretted not finishing and I don't like regrets. For now my plan is to complete it. And I can't promise if it will be in a couple weeks or a year but I will get it done for anyone who wants to read it.