DISCLAIMER-This Story and the plotline was not written by me but by SJ and this story belongs to her. The character belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
Nessie
Drops of icy water splattered my face, rousing me from a deep pool of unconsciousness. I groaned, slowly opening my eyes, only to be greeted by utter darkness. A dull throbbing pounded at the base of my skull. As my eyes adjusted, I made out the shape of an unfamiliar room, saw the irregular shapes of the large grayish black stones that made up the curving walls. The air was stale and dank. I tried to raise my hand to wipe the moisture from my face, but couldn't. I looked down to see that my wrists were restrained by rusted manacles attached to metal chains. The chains were bolted to the floor. What…? My groggy mind clouded over with confusion as I desperately searched my memory. What had happened to me? Without warning, the last twenty-four hours came back to me in a rush, flooding my brain with nightmarish clarity. A scream bubbled up in my throat and I fought to contain it. Don't scream! They might hear you and come back! But I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I sobbed quietly, thinking about my family. What were they going through right now? They were surely crazy with grief and fright, were surely searching for me relentlessly, frantic to find me. I knew they would never give up, but I doubted that they'd find me here. I didn't even know where I was, not for certain. I had no way to reach them, no way to call for help. I closed my eyes in defeat. The faces of my loved ones flashed across the backs of my eyelids. Mom, Dad, Grandpa Charlie,Carlisle,Esme,Rose,Emmett,Jasper,Alice,Leah,Sue,Seth,Quil,Embry,Billy….and Jake. My Jacob. Oh, Jake, Jake, Jake. I repeated his name in my mind over and over, like a mantra, a prayer. Would I ever see him again? In that moment, as his beautiful, smiling face lingered behind my eyes, I was filled with a chilling conviction: I would never see any of my loved ones again. I was going to die here.