Emmett's point of view: Angel
"Emmett you better go get some wood right now! I'm freezing! And I'm not allowed going into the woods by myself!" My little sister Katherine yelled.
"Is that anyway to ask your big brother? Your only fourteen and already acting like a nagging wife." I laughed as I slung her over my shoulder and started running around our tiny house. I was twenty and if I must be honest my life was great.
I was over six feet tall and was muscular making me great in sports which also made me quite popular with girls. Also my muscles made it easier to help me work and get my family money. I had deep brown hair and had a great sense of humor.
But what made my life perfect was my family. My family was a big Scotch- Irish family and we were always close. My father was a cheery man who always protected us and insisted that family is the most important thing in the World and we must not forget that. My mother was delicate and sweet and if she told you to do something you better do it or else your ass is done. I had two older brothers who I sometimes helped with working on the railroad in Gatlinburg Tennessee. And Finally I had my little sister Katherine I loved the most. We both had brown curly hair and big dimples.
Katherine kept screaming and giggling as I carried her around. I finally sat her down and said,
"I hope you have learned your lesson miss 'I'm the boss around here'. I'm only getting your wood because I'm nice."
I went out the door and heard her shout, "Thanks love you Emmett!"
" Yeah whatever! Love you sis!" I shouted back.
I was chopping wood deep in the forest near the mountains when I heard rustling behind me. I turned around quickly saw nothing but continued to stare at the area behind me. I turned back around and saw a huge black bear right in front of me. I had no time to react and suddenly the bear swiped me. I was flown against a tree with great force. My head was spinning and I felt like I was going to throw up. I forced myself to stand up.
Damn that hurt. Oh my Lord. I thought. I felt bruises already forming and chips of wood stuck in the back of my leg. I pulled out a big chunk of wood from my leg wincing. I looked down and saw blood dripping onto the forest floor.
The black bear circled around me and I knew it was hungry. I knew this was life or death. I was determined to live so I desperately looked around for an escape or anything that could help me. When I tried to run the bear striked my leg and its claws ripped my skin. I cried out in pain as I fell.
I curled up on the forest floor. I pressed my hand against my leg moaning out in pain. I lifted my hand and saw all the blood causing me to shake and throw up. I then crawled away gagging. The angry bear slammed its paw into my chest and felt my ribs break. I gasped out for air but coughed out blood. It then hit my arm and leg and I felt my bones snap.
I screamed out in agony. I kept praying that God would just end my misery. I could feel each drop of blood leaving my body, staining my clothes, making deep red puddles on the forest floor. I felt each painful fracture, ripping into my insides. I felt my body slowly break along with my hope.
I suddenly couldn't see the bear, I didn't hear the bear, and I didn't feel its presence anymore. I looked up and didn't see the black eyes of the ferocious bear. Instead I saw the sweet golden eyes of an angel.
The angel had blond curly hair and a beautiful face. I smiled with my dimples and I saw the angel gasp. It was like she knew something or I reminded her of someone. All of a sudden I was lifted in the air. I gasped from the pain of my body moving but instantly relaxed when I realized I was in the angel's arms. The angel flew through the forest and I inhaled the fresh air in the wind.
At least I can die somewhere peaceful. I thought. I hunted, played and grew up in the woods. So I guess it was only right to die in them. I really wasn't afraid of death; I was only worried about how my family would be with my death.
I looked around and saw I was in a white room. I heard voices talking swiftly and quietly.
"Please Carlisle. Please." I heard the angel's voice beg.
"Okay." Said a voice who I decided must be God.
All of a sudden I felt sharp fangs in my neck. I screamed out in pain as I felt fire seep its way in my body. The last thing I saw before I collapsed out of conscience was the eyes of my angel.