The first thing I felt was the cold.
Where was I? I chose not to move, gripped by an intense fear. Instead I lay, perfectly still, ears alert for any noise or movement occurring around me. I heard nothing. I couldn't remember much - it hurt to try. I then realized my entire body was in pain, my muscles ached and the skin stretching over my bones felt weak, bruised. How did I come to be in such condition? What had happened to me?
The headache hit me. It caught me off guard, and I gasped. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced, attacking me from inside my own mind. And, as quickly as it had hit me, it went. Just like that.
My eyelids fluttered open. I'd been dreaming before, and I couldn't recall what would woken me. It was an enjoyable dream, even if it was blurred around the ages as I attempted to remember all the different colours and shapes, running into each other beautifully. It was magical, and I wished to return to it. I promised myself that I would, and it was this thought that give me strength to sit up, and nearly double over with the crippling agony this caused me.
It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. I thought the room was shrouded in darkness, but an oil lamp was lit in the very corner, casting a peculiar orange shadow across this small space. What a strange room. I blinked several times, as if that would help mend my poor vision. Why couldn't I see properly? Slowly, I began to see strange objects lying within reach on a glass table. Tools, even. But none that I had ever seen.
Instruments of torture. I shuddered. Blood was smeared across the glass. I stared at the dark smudges for a moment, transfixed. I felt like the sight of the blood should have triggered a memory in me - as it were symbolic, or represented something important. But I was afraid the terrible headache would return if I concentrated too hard, so I quickly looked away. There must be something else, which would indicate as to how I got here, and to what was going on.
There were shelves, full of books. I remembered, in some distant, far-away corner of my mind, that I enjoyed books. Something told me, however, that those dusty volumes, with the thick covers and yellowed pages, wouldn't thrill me in the same way. There was nearly something sinister about them, but I didn't know why. I didn't know anything.
I realized I had lying on some kind of table. Cold, shiny metal. Was it the sensation of the freezing metal against my skin that had made me wake? I felt the cold all over, seeping into my bones and drenching my soul. My shoulders were rocking, my teeth chattering. I glanced down at my body for the first time, to see that I was entirely clothe-less. Naked! My hands quickly covered myself to the best of their ability. The room was, at first glance, empty. But I didn't know what was lurking in the corners.
I heard voices. Low murmurs, that slowly built up, like static. Several voices, hissing at each other, interrupting each other. The sound of it made my arms hug my legs, and my hair fell forwards to conceal my face from whatever presence was in the room with me. I willed my eyes to close, but they remained open. Fear washed over me. I hadn't the faintest idea what was going on, but I knew it wasn't something
pleasant. From the blood - my blood - to the examination table of which I rose from.
A door that I hadn't seen, and had assumed was part of the blackened walls, opened. A silhouette hovered in the doorway. "You're awake."
I know this idea has probably been done before, but I really wanted to write a story on Rosalie becoming human. I hope you enjoyed it!