Hello, this is in fact my first Twilight fanfic, so please be merciful even though it probably will suck just because I suck at writing. Anyways, I'm gonna stop talking to my computer screen and start the story.
I stepped closer to the edge of the cliff, the harsh wind bitting my face. The cold black water lapped, no more like beat, on the jagged edges of the rocks below me.
Deja Vu?
No, this was much too real. I could hear Edwards voice in my head, begging me to turn around. I had never, ever in all my life wanted to obey him more than I did in that second. I tried to listen, tried to back up from the edge, but my feet wouldn't move, they were working on their own accord, they just continued to walk in a steady pace toward the drop-off. I tried my hands, my arms, my neck. I was in no control of any part of my body. It was like I was trapped inside myself. But it wasn't like one of those stupid corny movies, where a person is looking at what is happening from inside their head, no this was real. I could feel the freezing cold wind on my face, the numbness as my toes got colder. It was just that I had no control.
My heart throbbed in my throat, I wanted so badly to turn around, I wanted to cry, but I couldn't even control that. I was in some sort of flashback of my suicidal stunt.
I felt my lips twist into some sort of psychotic smile that I couldn't stop. I was hopeless to suicidal Bella.
The edge was there, terrifyingly close, just inches away. And I could do nothing. I felt my arms raise, and then fall again. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I felt the dropping sensation that meant that I had jumped.
My face was burning with the cold and icy rain. I flung my arms over my eyes to protect them, and that was when I realized it. I could move now! I wanted to be happy, But all I could think about was the fact that I had jumped off an eighty foot cliff and was now falling to me death.
The water was almost before me. Closer and closer until I felt it. It was the worst feeling I had ever experienced. I felt as if I had been stabbed from all sides with ice cold daggers. I struggled against the current, and I was winning. This was not at all like the last time. I was fighting for breath, I needed oxygen! Then my head broke the surface. I gulped another breath of fresh air, then suddenly the current whipped me under again. Water got in my mouth and down the wrong pipe, making it feel like I was freezing from the inside out. I put all my efforts into getting my self up above the water. Once again I felt my head break the surface, and I gulped in the air. Flailing, fighting the current, I looked about for something that I could hold on to. I spotted a rock not to far away and reached out for it, slicing my palm on the jagged edge as I gripped it. I didn't even feel the pain. I just pulled my self up. I screamed out for help and looked wildly around the beach.
Then I saw him. Standing in the sand, in his jeans and an old sweatshirt. His hands in his pockets.
Edward
My Edward.
I yelled to him and he turned, slowly, his eyes finally fixing on mine. There was a moment when neither of us looked away, neither moved. Then a grin spread across his face, a smile that made my heart ache. And he turned, he just turned and walked away. Leaving me all alone.
I woke up ion a cold sweat. The sheets wrapped around my legs were damp with persperataion. I tried to shake off the night mare, but I couldn't. Were Edward and I truely meant for each other? I love him, that much I know. But forever, as he had promised, how could that be? We are so different. I was just to selfish to see that. Forever. . .now that is something that I have absolutly no idea the true meaning of.
Like I said, It sucks. But oh well. If you like it please please review! I am on my knees! (Not really but it never hurts to throw that in does it?)
Love yall!
Sarah