PREMONITION
- "It had been a dream, hadn't it?" -
John Mayer - Dreaming With A Broken Heart
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
I was back in the same surroundings for the past three months. It was the same forest and I knew the same spot seeing as the large intimidating tree was on my left. As always.
My eyes frantically searched the silence which was interfered with the quivering of the leaves and the low whistle of the cool breeze that ran through my tresses.
As expected, the tip of my converse caught onto something and I felt my whole body fall and I waited for the impact. When landing on my knees, I groaned but felt drained and had no intention of getting back up again. Instead I decided to give in and allow myself to crash onto the dampened earth.
When I felt the threatening tears prick my eyes, I gripped myself, wanting to hold myself together. However the tears were already falling onto my already dampened cheeks. Rolling over onto my back I decided to grip the leaves and branches beneath me, not caring that my hair was probably a haystack now, decorated with nature.
What wasn't expected was the fact that while the rain beat down onto my face and my closed eyelids, the ground beneath me began to tremble as quivers shook through it. The quivering trees sang their mournful song as the breeze billowed, weaving in and out of the branches.
Along with this, I could hear something, it sounded…well actually it didn't sound like anything.
Just static…
Gradually the static broke and I heard the muffled words, "….K… st… ….ing… lla…"
This snapped me up because it was the first time in the night that this had ever happened. I had always spent the reast of this dreadful night on the ground, allowing the rain to pummel me down until I was jostled awake by the shake of my father's arms.
Tonight was different.
"Hello…"
I hadn't expected a response but I got one.
"….Bella!"
The unexpected volume that it gained, jerked me into vigilance, "Who's there?" silence stretched after my feeble and broken whisper. "Edward?" with the hope that left my lips, I got onto my knees, my head whipping around, searching for some inclination that my hopes would be dreamed into reality.
When minutes ticked by, I sat back onto the forest ground but still remained alert when my gaze swept around the woods, hoping that nature's secrets would unveil an answer.
Just before I could give up, I heard it again
"….F… ting…. Bella… st…." the only thing that I could easily make out was my name. Something about the gentle warmth bubbling around it, triggered something within me.
I knew that voice…
"Who's there" I asked again, the gripping fear stealing volume from my words and turning it into an inaudible whisper. My heart thrumming in my chest, begging for escape and I wanted to grant it the pleasure. The pain that had unfolded within the arteries had coiled into flames licking within my chest.
My steady breaths were now shakily breaking from my parted lips. They then turned into loud choked gasps that racked my body and I begged for the pleasure of screaming – still that leisure wasn't in my grasp. Instead I was left with a dry throat that I was desperately clawing.
Flailing limbs thrashed as I crashed back onto the dampened leaves. My state of mind was engulfed in the bright flames that now spread through my body.
I wanted to think…or not think…
I wanted to breath…or not breath…
I wanted…
"Be strong, Bella" it called out to me and her soothing words somehow brought peace to unravel in my fiery veins. "Keep Fighting" the voice added, gradually tranquilising my thumping heart, "I'm with you" it vowed and that simple promise was enough to have me crashing back onto the ground, freed from the flames.
Finally opening my eyes, I was also released from the night's terrors and was back in my room. Sitting up, I looked around, still perplexed over the new change.
Like always my forehead was clammed with beads of sweat and my heart was still thumping hard. However, when reaching up, I felt the dulled pain which had followed me from the dream.
It had been a dream…
….hadn't it?
A/N: *Biting nails nervously* - What do you think? Who do you think the voice is?