Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. I do not own the Twilight characters. I am simply borrowing them for awhile. Thank you.
I tried to use my shield but it just wouldn't come. I felt like I was reaching into the depths of my mind but yet I could not find the switch. It felt like it was just beyond my grasp. This had never happened to me before. I didn't understand, it was so frustrating. Not now. Not right now, please, I thought to myself. I gathered all of my mental strength and tried focusing, thinking of my husband, my daughter, my family. I had to save them, they needed me right now. The clock tolled twelve again. It was like a nightmare, a vague memory of a past life. Only now it was dark- pitch black- and I couldn't save anyone, not even myself.
I ran around, blind, running into people in the square. "Hey!" "Watch it!" someone yelled in Italian. I opened my mouth to apologize, scream for help, anything. But nothing came out. The people around me were completely oblivious to the danger and I could do absolutely nothing. It was like my senses had been cut off with the exception of touch. But that was impossible. Alec couldn't get to me. And I could move. This wasn't Alec, this was something else entirely, but what?
"Careful Bella, you wouldn't want anyone else to get hurt now would you?" a voice said suddenly, low yet utterly beautiful and right in my ear. I knew this voice. An involuntary shudder ran down my spine. How had he done this to me? Where were the others? What did he mean 'anyone else?' Who had been hurt? I tried to speak again, nothing came out.
He said someone had been hurt. Please not Renesmee or Edward, I thought desperately.
The clock finished the twelfth chime. "Hah, hah, hah" that same beautiful voice laughed menacingly.
I knew in that instant that this was the end. There was nothing more I could do. I was trapped in my own blindness. How could I possibly escape any other fate? I only prayed that the rest of my family would survive somehow.
Renesmee. The thought of never seeing her again stabbed my heart with such an indescribable pain. And then another thought, Edward. The pain was unbearable.
I stopped running, stretched my arms up above me, and waited to die.
