I'd finally got my way with him…or at least I thought I did. Now all I can see is a bright light, but I can hear his voice. This must be heaven, nothing could be sweeter.
I don't remember much. It was the night of my transformation, we were so close to it actually happening. There was a struggle. Now I'm here, in this light, on my own. Where's my angel when I need him.
And that's when I was brought back into the real world. I was standing in Edward's bedroom. I took a deep breath to steady myself. What ever had happened, I must have passed out. Because what ever was about to happen wasn't going to be pretty. There was bound to be an argument, or he was going to try and blame himself as to why it hadn't happened. I had to find him. He wasn't in here, so I would check downstairs. I was alone in the room, and as I took a slow step forward towards the door, it flung open. A distraught Edward came running in, and….ran straight past me? He was gasping for air, fighting back a panic attack. Carlisle came in behind him. I continued facing through the door frame, confused.
"Carlisle, you have to do something. I never meant to hurt her. C'mon Bella, stay with me. I'm sorry, you hear me? I'm sorry."
A smile teased on my lips. He was talking to me. But what does he mean? I'm not hurt. I opened my mouth preparing an answer for him as I turned around.
I froze in my tracks at what I saw.
Sprawled out on the floor in front of me was something you never want to see, something that is impossible to see.
Yourself.
My eyes were pinned open, my mouth hanging open. Blood surrounded my body and soaked through my clothes. I began to shake.
I'm…dead?