I really hope this story will be a success. It is only my first story so please be kind. I came up with this plot when I was 11. Now I am 12 so hope you like it.
Prologue:
The fire was spreading through my veins. I couldn't think of anything but the pain as it spread through my body. I didn't even think what was happening outside my hell, but I knew what was happening Edward was probably fighting James for me.
But I couldn't even worry for him all I thought about was the pain making it triple. I could hear my tortured screams ringing in my head giving me a migraine.
Then all of a second I could feel my life blood being drained from me; I didn't care. I wouldn't care if I died as long as this pain goes away.
Slowly the pain crept away slowly only leaving a tiny numb tingling pain. I could feel myself slipping into nothing, I liked this nothing it was calm, serene. I didn't know how long I was out only that I woke up with a now familiar beeping sound.
I survived, and was now I was in a hospital. Great.