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Chapter One
I smiled and raised my arms straight out, as if I were going to dive, lifting my face into the rain. But it was too ingrained from years of swimming at the public pool-feet first, first time. I leaned forward, crouching to get more spring...
And I flung myself off the cliff.
I screamed as I dropped through the open air like a meteor, but it was a scream of exhilaration and not fear. The wind resisted, trying vainly to fight the unconquerable gravity, pushing against me and twirling me in spirals like a rocket crashing to the earth.
And then...nothing.
A swirl of black mass was all that was there, I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I was faced with just a monotonous black mass. It was inescapable, overwhelming and it made me feel dizzy. I then became slightly elated, a strange feeling in my stomach. Then the haze started to clear, only slightly but enough for me to hear something, a very faint hum. I strained to try and decipher the noise, to try to make sense of it. After a while it did become clearer, it sounded like someone calling me, "Bella" they cooed. I couldn't respond though, and the calling didn't stop, I wanted so desperately to answer, and so alternatively I tried to move, but only my hand would grant me this. Suddenly there was uproar of noise, the person who was previously calling my name was now calling "Nurse", nurse I wondered, why is he calling nurse, and I could now tell it was a male voice.
My tried to respond to the calling of my name in between the shouts for 'nurse', but still I was unable, it was frustrating. But I persevered and my eyes allowed me to open them, I struggled to see what surrounded me, there was a fine haze which eventually cleared until I could see where I was. I lay on my back in a bed with white, uncomfortable sheets and metal bars running along either side of it. The walls were a dull yellow; they had faded with time so the colour was now dreary and quite repugnant. Beside me sat a wooden chest with magazines, flowers, chocolates and various assortments of fruit piled precariously on top. A small chair was to my immediate right and a small couch that sat a few metres from the foot of my bed. The former occupants of these seats were now by my side, smiles stretched from under one eye to the other, they were obviously happy that I had responded to their calls, but why? I recognised one of the faces, it was Charlie my dad, his brown hair was messy and there were very prominent purple circles beneath his eyes. He looked so tired, like he hadn't slept in days, and the way he arched his back and held onto the metal bars confirmed this, he could hardly stand!
But it was the other male I didn't recognise he was tall, extraordinarily tall, he was slender with glossy black hair that was cut short, his skin was beautiful, silky and russet-coloured; his eyes were dark, set deep against the high set of his cheekbones. He was truly beautiful, but still I didn't recognise him.
I gazed at the calendar on the wall on the left hand side, there was a picture of Pride and Prejudice, one of my favourite novels, and the month shown was June. But I was sure I had been on Spring break, in April!
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