AN: I've been listening to Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd once a day for about a week. I am so in tune to it, it's not funny. And I am loving it. My friends say I'm overanalyzing the album. I think it's meant to be overanalyzed. So, this fic is a quick series of oneshots, one based on each song. I highly recommend listening to the album as you read. Don't start reading this one until the first lyrics of Breathe come at you.
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"Breathe, breathe in the air/Don't be afraid to care" -Pink Floyd, Speak to Me/Breathe
I had been in incredible, suffocating amounts of pain.
I had not screamed, I had not even moved, for fear of frightening Edward. He was the most important thing. I kept my thoughts on Edward and my daughter, who I had never truly met.
Pull through, Bella.
The voice. It was back. I hadn't heard it since I jumped off the cliff almost half a year ago. Where was it coming from, and why was it here?
Come on, Bella. Please.
The voice begged once again. How could I ignore that soft, velvet rumbling?
And then another blast of napalm shot through my veins. I felt so dry inside, so much like nothing but a pile of ash on this bed. I had to keep thinking of them. Keep loving them until the pain subsided. I didn't know how or when I would escape. Only that it was necessary.
For Edward.
For Renesmee.
All of a sudden, the waves of pain stopped lashing at me, little by little, until there was none.
I opened my eyes, and inhaled my first breath of oxygen as a vampire.