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Disclaimer:

Me: I went on adventures around the globe and every single person I met says I don't own twilight! whats wrong with them?

My friend: Hmm..have you ever considered that you may actually not own twilight?

Me: OH! I never thought of that. Oh, wait, Noooo!! That means I don't have Edward! (curls up in a corner and cries out for edward to come back)

The fall had been the most exhilarating thing I had ever felt. More refreshing then I could have imagined.

Then came the pain. It hurt so much, but I relished in what I found to be just punishment for not being able to save Haven.

But the pain was supposed to stop. After a while, it was supposed to be over. It never was. I heard voices grow louder around me, felt myself being moved somewhere else, but didn't have the strength to even twitch a finger. So I had to lie there, incapacitated by the pain.

I thought the pain might have been getting better, or maybe I was just growing accustomed to it. Goodness was I wrong.

The pain got worse. I could have sworn I heard someone whisper an apology. And then I felt something sink into my neck.

The pain was worse than anything, worse than when I first fell. It was a burning, possessing my whole body. I couldn't fight it, couldn't stop it. It tortured me. I wanted to die even more than when I found out Haven was dead.

I let out a shriek as I reminded myself of his death. The physical and emotional pain was too much. I screamed and writhed in pain. I didn't care who heard me. I just wanted to be saved from this pain. Someone help me!

I felt as if someone had thrown me into a fire. No, it was hotter than fire. I'd been burned before; this was a million times worse and covering my entire body.

My mind filled with the worst memories. I saw Charles's evil grin and the nurse who told me of my son's death. I articulated words in my shrieks for the first time.

"Haven, Haven, Haven!"

Then I heard a miraculous voice from beside me. A voice I knew. But that wasn't possible, I thought to myself. He couldn't be here. It must be someone else.

"What have I done? Why was I so selfish? I truly am a monster. She had a husband, a family! Why did I do this…" The voice cried out in obvious pain. Then another voice, definitely not familiar, but with the same musical sound spoke.

"I'm not saying I'm glad you did this, but you didn't take away anything from her. Everything had already been taken by god."

"I'm still a monster for doing this to her."

No! I wanted to comfort this angel. He did nothing wrong. This is all my fault.

"I'm going out to hunt," voice two said. "I'll leave you alone with her."

I heard a heard one door open and close, and than another.

"Oh my darling Esme, I am so sorry. You have no idea just how much."

I felt a cool hand touch my cheek. I wanted to flinch away. I had promised myself as soon as I had left Charles never to let anyone touch my face this way again. Because soon the gentle hand would turn into a fierce one, slapping me harder and harder.

And yet, I didn't flinch away. I wanted this hand to keep stroking my cheek, to keep comforting. It was too good to be true, I knew it couldn't last. I almost wanted to laugh.

A little bit of heaven right here in hell.

Because that's where I had to assume I was. I sure would explain the burning, the pain, and the fact that I should be dead. It made perfect sense. Except for this angel.

But I wasn't complaining. I just lay here, focusing on the cool hand rather than the fiery burning.

The angel didn't leave or turn harsh. Just stroked my cheek. Back, forth. The pain began to lessen, but I was unsure as to if it was truly lessening or if the angel was calming me.

I began to have a sense of time. I counted time by the number of stokes.

I felt strength return to little bits of my body. It returned very slowly, but it was returning.

I began to notice that I was no longer on a hospital bed. It was too comfortable and the sheets were too soft.

I was desperte to know where I was. What hell looked like. Or maybe heaven.

I had tossed the possibility of heaven around in my head. After all, there weren't angels in hell.

I yearned to open my eyes, to see what was around me. But I wasn't sure if I could.

I began the process of peeling an eyelid back.

It was hard, and very painful, but with determination I did it. After all, the pain seemed to have settled around my throat, not my eyes.

And when I opened my eyes, I gasped in shock, amazement, and happiness at what I saw.

Muahahaha...cliffie! Although you all know whats gonna happen anyways...Oh well, review review review becasue I write fast with reviews. Unfortunately It might take me a little bit of time to write because I have to get 2 medical tests done friday and tomorow and the next day I have to work really hard on math because I'm getting a C and if I don't bring my grades up my parents will kill me! Anyways, happy Rosh-Hashana to any jewish readers,happy day off of school to any non-jewish readers who live in jewish communities so you get the day off, and...ummm...happy regular day to the rest of you!