The Endless Minute

Author's Note: For Twilightangel18 or TheFutureVamp's competition to make a story out of a sentence. I had already written this and thought it would work well, though I did edit it. This is set sometime in

the months were Edward is gone, but with a flashback to when he left. Please read and review, thanks!

Sentence: I can't forget that night

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but the awesome Stephenie Meyer does.


Present

I can't forget that night.

I never knew your whole world could change in a minute. Until it happened to me. Until my whole world spun out of control. Changed dramatically. Flipped upside down. It was torn apart, like a chainsaw

ripping through a flimsy piece of cloth. My life shattered like a crystal chandelier being dropped from the ceiling of a grand ballroom. Crashing down onto the floor, where my perfect life was supposed to take

place. Like a graceful dance was supposed to take place on a palace floor. My life was shattered into a million pieces, like a million crystal shatters. All in one endless minute, on the night that I can't forget.

Flashback

I can't forget that night.

I can't think, can't breathe. I don't even know what I am doing. I just keep running, like a lost dog runs and runs through the busy crowded streets and traffic. Stumbling, falling, tripping.

My whole body is in pain. Not from falling, though it would have hurt if I weren't already to the breaking point, where no more pain is possible. All I can feel is a hole, a ragged, infected, sore hole. It's like an

atomic bomb has been dropped, ripping through everything, leaving nothing. Nothing but destruction, pain, and death in its wake. I have never felt anything as horrible. The pain is indescribable.

All that is left is an empty, confused, obsolete shell. That's all I am. Nothing. All I will ever be now. Nothing.

Present

I can't forget that night.

Of course he would never want me, would never love me. How could I have been so senseless? I should have never fallen for him and his perfect façade.

I can't even hope. I would love to, but it would hurt too much. Like beating a dead horse until all that's left is dirt.

I still can't believe it. I still can't believe this all really happened. Maybe this is all just a horrible, dismal dream. I will wake up, and he will be right there, holding me like always. But I won't ever wake up,

because this nightmare is real, and I will never be able to wake up, escape, forget that night.