I knew I was dying. I knew because I was floating above myself, watching the doctors furiously work on me. I willing myself to stand beside them, and I watched from a different view. I stroked my face with a ghostly, pale hand.
"They need to stop so that we can sleep." I murmured.
Finally the heart monitor went flat- line, and one doctor shooed everyone else out.
"I am so, so sorry." The doctor said.
"Why?" I wondered aloud. "I'm finally getting what I want." But he couldn't hear me. No one could.
Suddenly a boy, about seventeen, barged into the room and I whipped my head to watch him.
"She's alive, Carlisle. She's thinking. I can hear her."
The doctor looked at the boy he obviously knew in surprise. He nodded once and then... bit my neck.
I screamed in agony, and I was sucked back into my body, a burning heat spreading from my neck down, down, down, into the rest of me.
I felt like I had stepped into lava and was stuck. Everything was on fire. I clenched my fists so hard I felt a snap and an extra pain in my hand.
I heard voices but I ignored them. I knew I was moving but I didn't care. All I hoped was that they were taking me to the Arctic seas, where I could soak in the cold waters for all eternity.
I had stopped screaming. It did nothing to relieve any pain, but slowly, gradually, the excruciating painful sensation disappeared. I was left in no pain, but I still didn't move. I could hear everything, from shocked, "It's been over for two days. Is she okay?" To "Physically, she's fine. Mentally... Edward?"
I didn't know who Edward was, or who any of the voices were, but I wanted to find out. I opened my eyes.
