Bella breathed
There is something horrible in the air. A kind of musky potent thing that whispers at something unseen and unheard and lost. So very lost.
This is death, she thinks in a kind of panic that is dull and lethargic. Not really enough to make her twitch — or the arm that is being held in a bruising hateful grip — spasm.
"It's okay," The walls croon. "It won't hurt. You're too far gone for it to hurt."
"Yes," She almost whispers in reply. Too far gone, too lost, too broken. And it's okay in that moment. Okay and okay, and okay. Because she's gone and none of this is going to hurt because it won't…because it can't.
And Bella is breathing.
Edward is not.
And then and only then is there something horrible filling her. Something so goddamn horrible she falls still with the shocks that are burning and freezing and dying.
The walls are whispering. "Shh," they hiss. "You're too far gone remember? He's fine, just fine."
"Fine," And this time she does speak. He has to be fine. Because as long as she believes he is the shadows in the corners of the walls and the soft flickering candles that light the hallway that goes on and on and on but is too short, far too short, will stop crying. Stop screaming.
She can see the end. See the door that they're about to take her. Where she knows that they have him. Where he will be just fine. Where he will smile at her and say, "Bella, you worry too much." And then he'll take a deep breath and his worn filthy blue shirt won't be red and his eyes won't be hauntingly empty because she wouldn't listen. Because a stupid goddamn mistake. And he'll take a deep breath and sigh softly in a room that laughs with every breath he takes.
And he'll breathe and breathe and breathe.
She's standing before the door, not having realized they stopped, not having realized they were so close.
There's laughter and screaming and crying and she wants it to stop. Wants it so badly she aches.
There's a body in front of her. A body so familiar that she is appalled she didn't recognize it right away. But how could she? The skin is painted a striking red and the face is a collage of purples and blues, the beautiful perfect features lost in an abyss of agony.
And the chest isn't rising and falling, but still, so perfectly cruelly still.
And she wonders who is screaming. Who's making that distorted sound that echoes in the never ending room.
And Bella breathed.
A/N: Okay, I thought I should mention that this story is completely AU. The characters are all the same except that Edward is human and there are a few OC's. I'm not sure exactly how many but you'll know when they're there and some are significant to the plot. Well right now anyway, that might change.
This is my first story and I have to admit that I'm rather nervous so please tell me what you think. I'll have the next chapter out tomorrow and yes I know that this one is incredibly short but the next one is much longer.
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight nor do I own the song Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace where I got inspiration for the title and the idea for my story.