The Life Changing Trip To Heaven and Back
{Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight}
Bella's Point of View:
I didn't really know what was going on, all I knew was that Edward was doing everything he could do to save our baby. We knew it wasn't going to be easy, I mean how many people deliver a supernatural baby, NO ONE! But like any other mother, I would die before I gave up my baby, and I'd be willing to die just so he or she could live. I couldn't see anything around me, it was completely black. I couldn't feel anything either, but I was feeling sleepy. I didn't want to go to sleep, I wanted to make sure my baby was ok, but my eyes felt too heavy and I fell into darkness.
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When I woke up everything around me was white, but my clothes were bloody, probably from delivering the baby. OH MY GOD! My baby, I need to know if my baby's alright, and Edward my love, where ever you are I hope you and the baby are together and safe.
I started wondering off, trying to figure out where I was, until I saw a little girl, bloody like me and looked to be about 6 months old. I quickly picked her up and said,"Hello sweetie, how did you get so bloody? Your not crying, so your not hurt, do you know where your mama is?" Her chocolate brown eyes stared at me and then she abruptly pointed at me.
Was she indicating that I was her mother? But my baby would be a newborn, not a six month old baby. But you never know in the world of the supernatural, my pregnancy alone only lasted about a month. Judging by the color of her eyes and her curly bronze locks, it was hard not to believe her. Then I asked," Do you know who your daddy is? Where is he?" She pointed to the white floor as some of the white cleared away and I could see my Edward.
I tried calling out to him," Edward, my love!" but he didn't respond, he was staring at something. OH MY! That something was my dead, bloody body and the little girl in my arms, my little Renesmee. How is this possible! I knew there was a likely chance I could die, but not my Renesmee! I looked down at Edward, he was dry sobbing over the loss of us, as was the rest of the family. After awhile they covered us up with a sheet and the familt left the room to give Edward some space.
"How could this happen, does God hate me?" He whispered to himself. Then his image faded and the clearing of a voice made me turn around. A young man, around the age of 25 with huge white wings asked me," Bella, would you and your daughter like to come with me so I can explain some things to you?" I stared at him, should I go with him? Considering that there was really nowhere else to go, I decided to go with him.
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