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There was a loud, angry beeping seeping it's way through the fog in my brain.
There was a hot; searing pain shooting it's way up my legs, down my back, meeting in the middle. Exploding in my stomach, making my back arch and my arms shake.
Opening my eyes was like lifting the garage door. Slow and impossible. It took everything within my burning, writhing body to keep them open. To hold that garage door up, waiting for dad to back out.
I saw everything within that room, but none of it made any sense.
Silver. Bright light. Tubes. Signs with strange symbols.
The same loud, angry beeping.
I let my head thud to the side.
Machines. Flashing lights.
Something under the beeping.
A voice?
Maybe.
I let my eyes slide shut. Tried to listen. Tried to concentrate on anything but the pain.
Someone speaking.
A language I had never heard.
Short, sharp, strange. High notes and low notes. Rhythmic.
Something made sense within those words.
Bella, Bella, Isabella.
Yes. That was my name. Isabella.
I forced my head to roll to the other side, to let my ear slam against the cool metal table.
Something cool was rushing into my arm. Into my blood stream. Slippery and moist, it felt like snakes under my skin.
It was making those garage doors an iron gate.
I pushed and pushed those gates open.
Green eyes. A moving mouth. A great bronze blur. Pale, translucent, glowing skin.
The gates slammed shut.
Blackness.