A/N: Really short but I just wrote it as a flash of inspiration. Enjoy :).
I'm in a bright field. Abnormally bright. There are flowers of every color; gold, pink, red, blue, and purple. It all seems way too perfect. I bet if I listen closely enough I could hear a creek bubbling in the distance.
So cute it makes me sick.
I plop myself onto the soft carpet of green. Running my fingers through the grass, I think about where I was last. But my memory is weak. The last thing I can remember was having my heart ripped from my chest. Bella, saying she'd marry that freaking bloodsucker. Edward. I spit at the perfect scenery. What a joke. I'm the one that truly loves her. I'm the one who would treat her right. What's he got that I don't got? Looks?
But Bella wasn't that shallow. No, I knew Bella. Even better than she knew herself.
A burning sensation starts just below my rib cage. I ignore it. Stupid emotions. They suck.
I lie down on my back and stare at the flawless blue sky above. I see shapes in the fluffy white clouds. I stare for a while and watch as each cloud takes the shape of Bella. I close my eyes and try to imagine the real thing. The real beauty. The pale yet radiant skin. The small smile that never quite fills the face but always reaches the eyes. The warm, chocolate eyes that make me melt. That make me want to sing, or dance. Like the idiot I am.
I take a deep breath in to find that it hurt. A lot. I sit up slowly and take a couple of more deep breaths. A little better. I lie back down. I'm thinking of the bloodsuckers, or vampires as Bella likes to call them, and how I can't wait to fight them.
That triggers my memory. I already fought them. Then where was I now? . . .
Oh, god. Am I in heaven? Oh shit, shit, shit! I freaking died! I'll never see her again! I start to panic. Then I realize heaven isn't supposed to be painful. And boy, am I in pain. There is some sort of tingling sensation going on in my back and the burning under my ribs is getting a hell of a lot worse.
I try to calm myself down by picking a nearby flower. It was pink and a few petals. I think idly about how some people were actually stupid enough to pick the petals off one by one to see if their crush loved them back. I scoff. How silly.
Yeah, so I can't explain why I start to pluck them off.
She loves me . . . pluck.
A stab of pain on my right side.
She loves me not . . .
A throb in my head. I start to feel faint and the edges of my vision start to go blurry.
She loves me . . .
I can barely keep my eyes open. What the hell is happening to me?
She loves me not . . .
I hear a muffled voice in the distance. Billy? I try to stretch out my hand but only grasp air.
She loves me . . .
"Get him some more morphine," says someone loudly in my ear. I turn but no one is there.
She loves me not . . .
"He's starting to fidget a lot, hurry up!" I'm starting to get angry. Who the hell was talking?
She loves me . . .
All I can see is black now. I tear off the final petal of the flower with the last of my strength and fall into the abyss.
She loves me not.