Innocence
Chapter 8. White Room
(Edited On August 20, 2009)
I felt like I was floating on a cloud in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't feel a thing, as if my whole body was numb.
In the far distance, I spotted a dark shadow.
As the shadow grew closer, I saw his face.
Edward.
He came up to me and pulled me into his arms. I wanted to say something to him, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out.
As Edward pulled away, something changed.
His eyes turned onyx, almost black. He laughed a sinister laugh. His hair-his hair turned into a brown buzz cut, almost bald. His facial expression was evil.
I blinked.
When I opened my eyes, I saw him.
I tried to scream, but again, nothing came out.
He came towards me again, with one hand behind his back. I watched as he pulled his hands from behind, and came out a bloody Renee. She had wounds all over on her chest, and a bullet shot in the middle of her forehead, oozing the crimson blood.
"Phil please, don't hurt her! She's just a child, she my baby girl!" Renee cried.
"As you wish, dearest." Phil cooed, gently stroking her cheek.
He turned towards me with a bloody knife in his hand, then came towards me, but turned his hand and stabbed Renee in her heart. Her blood splattered on my white shoes, leaving them stained.
I still was unable to move.
I heard voices, they sounded-almost like music, but I couldn't exactly make out the words. It was just a gentle hum of melody.
My mother collapsed on the white floor, dead.
Phil laughed his evil laugh again. He took the knife from my mothers chest, and slowly licked the blood off, clean.
I felt absolutely sick to my core. I could feel my body trembling and shaking, violently, and I was unable to stop.
The humming grew louder.
Phil smirked at me, before standing right in front of my face. He lifted the knife and gently on the flat end, ran it down my face.
I heard myself whimper, then I fell to the ground, beside my mothers lifeless body. I was soaking with my mother's blood. The sight was absolutely gruesome. I had finally found my voice and screamed bloody murder.
The humming grew even louder, allowing me to hear a few words.
"Carlisle…shaking…screaming…HELP!" I heard a angel call.
I turned to the voice, only to find nothing.
I turned back to where Phil was, but he disappeared. I stood up and slowly moved around a circle, looking at my surroundings. It seemed to more I turned, the more the room got brighter and whiter.
There was no sign of Phil.
I relaxed slightly, but jumped as I felt a hand on shoulder. I looked behind me to find Phil behind me.
I was about to scream, but he cut it off by closing his hands around my throat. I was struggling to breath properly.
I heard the angle cry again. Don't cry. I wanted to tell him.
My vision started to get fuzzy around the edges. I started to pant from my lose of oxygen. I couldn't make out anymore shapes, it was getting darker and darker.
The hum of the voices grew even more louder.
Phil tightened his hands around my neck. I couldn't feel any pain, and for that I was grateful for.
Bella, I heard the angel call.
I was slipping, falling. Falling into nothing.
One voice yelled, "Hurry!"
I felt someone shaking me. I couldn't tell if it was Phil or not. I had lost my sight completely. I could only hear a frantic beep, beep, beep. I closed my eyes, into more darkness.
My hands twitched, and I shook my head.
I reopened my eyes, and a bright white light appeared.
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