A/N: So, this kind of wrote itself when I really wasn't expecting it to. It took me off guard because I really wasn't planning to write anything angsty, and out popped this. Go figure.
Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, I definitely wouldn't be posting this. I'd be sitting in my big comfy rolling chair making you all wait until August 2nd to read the next book and laughing because I knew what happened and you didn't, not writing fanfiction.
The fire burning through her veins was agonizingly slow as it inched its way to her heart. The pain built and grew from all sides, causing her to writhe and sob and beg for help that never came.
The first wave of venom hit her heart and a scream of agony ripped through her body.
The fire was hot, too hot, setting her body alight. At first, his cool hands helped to keep it at bay, but soon the fire grew too intense, too fast, and his cool touch no longer made any difference.
Soon, it was as if he wasn't even there, wasn't stroking her hair back from her face, wasn't keeping a vigil over her.
It had only been four hours; it seemed like a lifetime of this awaited her.
The screams and sobs left her body in a never-ending stream of pain, her whole body quaking and seizing as it fought off the inevitable.
The greatest pain came from her slowly dying heart. She cried out, over and over, asking why he left her when he promised, he promised, that he never would. Never again, he had said, so where was he now? She needed his touch, needed him to put out the fire like he had done so long ago.
Her ears heard nothing but her own torture and agony; her eyes saw nothing but the red of the fire consuming her internally; she felt nothing but the all consuming heat and pain.
Too hot! Too hot! Make it stop!
Sometimes, when she closed her eyes, she could see blackness, pressing in around her. In some ways, it was a welcome escape from the burning of the poison. It reflected the empty way she felt, the crushing darkness that was all she could imagine for this future, this eternity full of fire and pain and torment and loneliness.
But she couldn't stay in the blackness forever, and so she would scream again, would fight the invisible chains that bound her to this damnation.
She struggled to get up, to leave, to run away from this place where so much hurt was, but the flames bound her in a way she couldn't fight.
Hours, months, years passed in her mind with no escape. The pounding in her ears only seemed to grow louder with each passing second, until her head felt ready to explode and she cried ever louder for him to please, please come back to her and make it stop. She needed him because he was her drug, her addiction, her painkiller, and only he could make it stop.
But it never went away.
A stronger pain than all the others rippled through her, beginning at her heart and ending in her very soul as her whole world exploded in flames and heat and so much pain that she couldn't stand it. Her eyes fell closed and she thrashed, fought it, bucked and seized and trembled with the sharp searing pain that coursed through her, never ending.
Her whole body quaked with the effort and feeling she poured into that scream.
And then she opened her eyes and looked into his and her heart stopped beating.