Was I dying or dreaming? I was floating and fading away, searching desperately for something to tether me to anything that was real. The pain was releasing me from the world I had been imprisoned on for so long. The voices around me, sharp and incessant, were also pushing me away, making me want to leave that much faster. Except for one. One voice, whispering low among the others, pleading with me to hold on and stay. Was it real? The voice was slipping away from me faster than I could remember that it even existed.
It sounded so hopeless that I hoped it wasn't real. No one should sound like all of their hope was slipping away with every passing millisecond. The world was cruel, I had lived long enough, experienced enough to know that that was true. Yet, I had also seen and experienced enough to know that the world could not be so cruel as to allow someone to suffer so much.
No, it couldn't have been real.
And with that thought, the fragile lifeline I was broke.
A/N: Hello all. Wow it has been so long since I've been here and, while I am very much out of my Twilight phase, this plot just wouldn't leave me alone. Enjoy!