DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING STEPHENIE MEYER DOES!
Anna's Point Of View
He looked at me,
his eyes
BURNING
into the very core of my being.
My stomach
rolled
as the world changed
to a
greenish-blue
blur.
But he had asked.
So I told him.
I told him about
the robbers
that had attacked them
while my sister and I
sat at home,
sick.
I told him how
when that…
THING
bit me, I went
to the only place I knew
for help.
MY SISTER.
I told him how,
when I had come home one day,
I found her screaming
on the floor,
and how
I didn't know what to do
and how
two days later
her heart
STOPPED
its beat
beat
beat
beating.
And I told him how,
in my
PANIC
and
RAGE
that
MY SISTER
was
DEAD
I
RAN
without even burying her.
The world,
no more blue-green,
but
RED HOT
with shame,
returned to its
upright
position.
We held each other.
I, relieved,
my story told.
He, grieving,
for the loss of his family.
We held
each other for
a long time.
Until
the voice
came from
the woods.
Everything
FROZE.
Elyza
MY SISTER
stepped out into the sunlight,
her skin
SPARKLING
like a million diamonds,
the sneer on her face
like a smack in mine.