Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Author's Note: In the end, think of the 'almost' battle at the end of Breaking Dawn. Open your mind a little and I think it'll make sense. I know I'm a little skew sometimes. Thought of this when listening to Fake Plastic Trees really early in an insomnia morning. Join the review revolution and review for me. -Delta
Spin
Bella loved walking to the park when she was little, for some reason.
Her mother would watch her trip out the door every day of the hot Arizona summer, and come in when the cool afternoons turned into the cold blue nights.
Sometimes she wore cuts and bruises, but that was her Bella.
She would pump her legs on the swings to her heart's content. She would climb atop the monkey bars and sit on them, above the whole park, legs crossed beneath her. She would slide down the slide backwards, downwards, forwards and sideways.
Then, she would spin herself as fast as humanly, or in her case, child-ly possible, and lay down and watch the sky spin around her.
Sometimes she would giggle and close her eyes, feeling her stomach swirl and twirl until she was barely moving at all. And sometimes, she would just watch the sky and the trees above her. And at nighttime, she would watch the starts meld together into a whirl of lights.
No matter how fast she went, or how upside down her world turned and spun, she knew it would stop.
Eventually.
She always knew it would be right again. It was the laws of science, as she used to say.
But right now, as she looks into Edward's eyes and feels Renesmee's arms around her neck, she feels her world will never stop spinning.
With the Volturi feet in front of them, and with almost no hope for them left, she felt her world was finally going to spin out of control, and right off of its axis.
But anger begins to run like poison in her veins as the fear for her families safety takes over that feelings of spinning out of control, and she snaps.
Finally, with Edward's eyes boring into hers, and her daughter's hands caressing her neck, she is grounded.
The world stops, and she and everyone around her is just fine.
Just like it always has been, and just like it always will be.
That, if anything, was just enough for her to believe in.