Everyone says that when you die your most important life events flash before your eyes. I must be dying, events were flashing in my head. Like when I was five and Charlie flew home to see me because I
had the measles. The first day of middle school I tripped up the stairs and everyone called me klutz for a whole semester. Now I was seeing my mother walking down the aisle in her pretty white dress
trailing behind her on her wedding day with Phil. Hearing Charlie cry in the men's bathroom at the reception because he finally realized it was over between them.
And then came these past two years; meeting Edward, becoming friends with Alice and him. That night at Port Angeles with those men following me. The next image was the worst one, me, Bella Swan,
crouching in a corner waiting for James to rip me to pieces and suck the very blood flowing through my veins.
I screamed in agony, the fire, it hurt so bad. I always hoped dying would be easier, you know quick and painless.
My mind flashed to tonight, it was beach week and we were all highly intoxicated, except for Edward and Alice of course; and Jessica was driving. The next thing we knew we had flown off the street and
started riding on the beach. Thinking the water was the road Jessica drove right into it.
I screamed again, the fire was unbearable.
I started going black after we couldn't get the door open in unison Edward and Alice slammed against the door and water rushed in at an alarming rate. Alice grabbed Jessica and me while Edward was
picking up the car and bringing it to shore. When he finally got the car to shore, he rushed to me at campire speed. I was having a hard time breathing, and had a nasty cut along my forehead that was
gushing blood. He took both my hands into his and gazed into my eyes. I was baffled, I'm dying and he still dazzles me. "Bella, I love you and I don't see any other way to save you. I am so very sorry
that I have to do this to you." He bent over me like he was about to kiss me, but instead kissed my neck. Then, he gently bit my neck so that it wouldn't hurt me as much. Even now he thought of ways to
make my death less painful. I was instantly freezing and then the burning started.
It felt as though it'd never stop burning. For three days I was tossing, turning, sweating, and screaming at the top of my lungs. Edward stayed by me the whole time and I was very grateful for him. I found it
so odd that I had been dying for three days. If it went on much longer, I would have gone insane. The burning was uncontrollable now. I tried to cry, but no tears were wept. What was wrong with me? I
had never heard of a non-weeping person. Well, no, there were the Cullens, but I couldn't be turning into one of them, could I?
But once I thought about it, it made sense. Carlisle did tell me about the three days of burning.
And then it stopped. The fire was replaced with a coldness that I had never experienced before. I opened my eyes to see Edward, my Edward, gazing at me.
"Where am I and why am I not dead?" I asked in a voice that didn't belong to me.
He laughed, "Welcome home, Bells."
Sorry it was such a short chapter, but the next chapter will be up soon.
Story was co-written by: Danielle Z. and myself
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