Author's Note: Okay, this time around I hope to update often. Your feedback and ideas would help that. I eat reviews, I feed off them like Edward feeds off Mountain lions. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own. Stephenie Meyer does. Although I would so own Jackson Rathbone if I could.
Bella's Point of View
My chest ripped apart, my heart pounding its way out of my chest. The burning it caused made me scream aloud. I convulsed in my sleep, not truly resting. I never rested. That's just how it was. Ever since September, my life had been turned around for the worst. I lost everything I loved and believed in. I lost him.
I felt my legs getting constricted, breathless and helpless to stop it. Something brushed against first one arm, then the other, and then remained on both. I was falling, too fast and I knew I was plummeting to a different kind of Hell.
I fell into the meadow. My meadow. My lullaby was playing and nothing seemed wrong. It was quiet, only the scurries of field mice and the occasional flutter of an owl's wings tuning to my ears. It was calming. The only haven I'd had from the Hell since September.
I felt myself coming closer to consciousness, I could see the light just beyond my eyelids. The meadow got brighter, an opening in the clouds, perhaps. I felt a light brush of the wind against my left arm, closely followed on the right. The wind was icy, but it felt right. Then the wind started to feel like pressure. Pressure on my upper arms. My eyes opened and I squinted at the light assaulting me. Then I noticed the pressure was still there. I paid closer attention to what was around me. It was an arm. I groaned lightly, shaking my head sleepily.
"Charlie, I'm okay. Can I go back to sleep?"
When the voice spoke back, not only was I shocked it was not my father, but I was shocked by the face that came into view. A beautiful face. Shimmering like diamonds in the sun beating into my room. His dark eyes searched mine as I stared into the glory. I must still be dreaming. This couldn't happen, could it? Why would he of all people be here?
I moved my hand up to touch his face, stone cold and smooth like marble just like the rest of them. He leaned into my touch, but I could see in his eyes my nearness pained him. He swallowed, his Adam's Apple bobbing slightly at the motion.
"Hey," I murmured lamely, my fingers tracing the pained lines which etched the corners of his eyes.
"Hello, Bella," he whispered, his face coming closer to mine. I thought he was going to kiss me, which would seem completely inappropriate, but then It all clicke din my head. Black eyes, pained look. He was hungry.
Author's Note: Sorry it was so short, I promise it will get longer. I just didn't want to completely give away who it was. Of course, you probably already know if you searched it by the names. Please review! I would love to hear what you have to say, negative or not.