Edward's life before Bella.
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Twilight does not belong to me.
All characters are the property of Stephenie Meyer.
Flying, that's what it felt like. The rush of wind against my body, the cold grip on my arms, it felt like flying.
In reality I was dying.
I had never imagined that it would feel like flying, the sense that gravity had no power, that I was hovering, suspended far from the reach of time and space, that I was free.
But maybe it fell like falling.
Because so soon after the elated feelings of weightlessness, the pain started.
It was the only explanation really; I was falling, down, down, down to the fires of Hell.
The fire that burned so hot.
But not before the pain, the feeling of blood rushing from my body, leaving all sense of humanity behind. The cutting sensation at my wrists, my neck, had nothing on the pain from the fire.
The fire that burned so hot.
Screaming doesn't help. I learned that fast.
But it didn't stop me from screaming in my heart, wishing for someone to kill me.
When I felt the jolt in my heart, and the ever increasing heat, I thought someone had.
But then I opened my eyes to a whole new world.
Soon I wished for the fires of Hell.