A/N: Well this is simply a wing it situation. Had an idea, thought I'd share it. Its vague, I know, So please let me know your thoughts. Read & Review is all I ask. And please, spare me, I know it needs work but I'm trying...(*facepalm action*). Anywho, Hope this Preface was good enough. The First Chapter is already up so again, please, READ and REVIEW. lol. okay I'm going back to my corner. Enjoy?
Twilight is and will forever be the property of SM.
Bella POV
I'm forgetting everything I've ever known up to this point. I can't focus on the disturbing possibility that I may not make it out alive this time. And sadly, all I can feel is the icy gravel beneath me as I regain consciousness. But before I succumbed myself to the inevitable misery awaiting me beyond my shut eyes, I allowed myself to drift back to a time so long ago, where all my worries were nothing more than silly dilemmas. Back to a time where I could feel. So that's what I did. I simply felt. At least that's what I imagined I was doing.
The summer heat was something I craved so deeply it hurt. If I shut my eyes tight enough I could imagine myself beneath the rays of light I've been deprived of for so long. I could feel the gentle breeze lift my soft curls off and away from my face.
This was it.
This last thought would carry me into the place where I could finally be whole. I could finally be separated from this world where pain and suffering suffocated me. How sad that in my last minutes, death was something I looked forward to. That this life I've held onto was something I no longer wished to be apart of.
I was so willing to throw this all away and let it go. Death was my freedom. This life was over and I couldn't be happier.
A gift meant to be cherished was what my life was supposed to be. I wasn't so fortunate.
With that, I decided.
I was done trying, done fighting for something more.
I'd go willingly. It felt strange and untrue to give up so easily.
I couldn't deny the guilt that dwelled within me. But I was so tired, so unbelievably tired of my fruitless attempts at living.
Anywhere I looked inside, I couldn't find an answer.
The pulses of my heart recognized it first. It was time and my body knew it. No resolve was imminent. So I fearlessly and yet oh so doubtfully, took one last breath. This last breath would be enough. Without a second glance, without another thought, I opened my eyes.