Preface: Warmth
AN: This is my first story, so go easy on me. I planned on making this a part of the first chapter, but I thought providing you with a little sneak peek might be fun too (: PLEASE review, and recommend to others if you like it. I accept cirtisicm gracefully, so if you have any, I'll probably take it. As you may have noted by the summary, this is a re-write of Breaking Dawn, from Resnesmee's point-of-view. Some people find re-writes to be boring, because they repeat the same story, but I promise that the perspective of a growing child will add another factor entirely. It begins from the very beginning. In the womb. I figured that she might have just the smallest bit of awareness at the early stage, considering her ability to "communicate" with Edward through her thoughts, and her rapid development. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Let me know if I should continue, or just give up. Thanks (:
I knew no sight. I could not see, nor did I know of the potential of sight. The pitch blackness that enveloped me was just that: blackness, although I had yet to register the empty scene as a color. As a variation from anything else. But it heaved itself upon me, molding itself to coexist with my whereabouts, pressing down in a blanket of sheer vacancy.
However, it was not the dark that made me squirm with an irk of discomfort, it was a tangible pressure. A heated pressure. Warm walls surrounded me, conformed me, a boundless protection. Waves crashed against me, my world stretching and contracting in broken patterns, hitched and labored. My very center mocked this behavior, a gentle thrumming lulling me past awareness. It was all quite disorienting.
For no two consecutive moments there would be so… much; the swift beating within me, the pulsing of my ambience, the velvet pitch, and repetitively I would drift from the torturous desolation and return to the rekindled terror that haunted me. Time passed this way, a blurred variation between the bleak lonely darkness and a red I couldn't identify. A fear that lurked behind each questionable characteristic of the hell I resided in. Or had time stopped altogether?