A/N: Enjoy.

SC: Scene Change

Disclaimer: Wishful Thinking...

Warnings: Beta-less, Swearing


Chapter 9

Bella

I screamed out in pure agony as the burning raged. It slowly and tediously traveling down my neck, through my chest and down my arms. To my fingers and then to my legs and toes. I cried wanting, no craving for death. Did someone set me on fire? I writhed and clawed not sure anymore where I was or what I was doing. Not sure who was with me and not sure why they did this to me. It completely felt like they dropped a can of gasoline, mixed in with a gallon of alcohol and lit the match. My chest was burning but it wasn't just burning. There was pressure. It felt like I was being crushed and burned simultaneously.

I wanted to speak, to try and understand but all I could do was focus on the burning.

Until I heard footsteps. They were light, airy but still undeniably present.

Was this my attacker. Did they plan on setting me free from this hell.

"Ohh…. she's going to be beautiful," A soft, sad, and feminine voice blew across the room. She sounded fairly close.

"I-I can't read her." A masculine voice hissed softly through the burning haze.

"Remarkable." A smooth male voice responded.

"Wh-why her? Why my Bella?" A sad almost agonizing voice echoed through my head. That sounded like… Em.

Emmett! I wanted to cry out.

I moved violently the pain starting to intensify. "Em-!" I managed to break through. But that was unwise, as soon as my throat produced the vocals the flames burned hotter.

Instantly there were cool hands on my arm.

"Bells, can you hear me? Bella!" Emmett's voice pierced my ears. I whimpered softly, Emmett calming me by his touch. Don't get me wrong the pain was still there and would probably never go away. But, I could endure if he was here. I groaned softly calming down as I focused on Emmett. I listened to his breathing, and counted the seconds.

Convinced that the burning would never cease. As long as my Dimples was here.

I could endure.

I surrendered letting the flames engulf me.