'I Took a Deep Breath and Opened the Door'

I ran faster than I had ever thought possible, faster than anyone could have thought possible. The sun blinded me, reflecting off the pavement in such a way that I had to squint to retain my eyesight, as an explorer may have done in the arctic. Sights, both familiar and not, raced past in my periphery, each one begging for attention that I could not afford to give. Houses I would have once stopped to admire raced past at speeds seemingly unknown to me outside of a car, trees, shrubs and plants I might have examined flashed past my eyes, colours melting together until I simply saw a wall of green.

But of course, it was all too good to be true. Sooner than I would have thought possible I was on the floor, my head cracking against the hard concrete pavement. I felt the rough scrape against my palms and a sharp stinging, but my mind barely registered it. I knew that I would fall down, never should such a clumsy person run so fast, but today it was vital that I was speedy.

Despite the fact that I was running towards the one thing most would run away from I found myself focusing on the fact that someone needed me to be there and I could not, under any circumstances, let them down.

With that thought screaming and pounding inside my head I hauled myself up from the pavement and continued on my doomed mission.

The scorching sun beat down on me with relentless heat, causing sweat to pour in torrents from every pore on my body. My loose t-shirt clung to my clammy skin, as if desperate to stop any of the wind, that rushed welcomly past my face, reaching the rest of my body.

I finally rounded onto the last street and spotted, in the distance, my destination. My mind had long numbed out the screaming pain of my protesting muscles and I welcomed the numbness, let it seep through every pore, anything that would help me get to that one building at the end of this street before mid-day. Exertion was harder to ignore, but was possible, I focused only on what I was running to meet, what in any normal persons case, should be what they were running from. But I was far from what anyone would call normal and only sped faster.

As I, finally, reached my goal, fear overtook the rational part of my brain which had previously aqquired control. Walking across the empty parking lot I glanced at the familiar building, fearing the dark secrets that it held whithin.

I caressed the smooth, cool, metal handle of the door beneath my fingertips, desperately craving for this to merely be a dream and for me to wake up in the arms of my beloved. I shook that thought immediately, in fear of breaking down, that was one thing I refused to show. Weakness.

I stepped into the lobby area and, already knowing which room to enter, walked across to the right. Yet again I cradled the door handle, welcoming the feel of the cold metal against my scorching hands.

I took a deep breath, and opened the door.

A/N: So this was written, by me, and an English assignment and although I didn't make any direct references to Edward, Bella, James, Renee etc you should have, hopefully, got the gist of what I meant. I didn't write them in as actual characters as I thought it might be easier to hand into my english teacher not looking as if I just copied it out of a book + he asked us to have no plot references. I guess I haven't succeeded in the last area at an amazingly fabulous way but I needed inspiration and thought that this situation was just perfect.

Hannah