This is just a short one, so I'm putting it out a bit earlier :) A lot of you are confused at the moment, but believe me when I say that there's a lot going on in this story that hasn't been revealed yet. It will all come clear :) promise.
Bittersweet Bones
Chapter 11
by missrebecca
During Isabella's lifetime, she'd heard many words used to describe the many manifestations of pain. During the three days of her confinement she discovered each and every one of them.
Her body burned with a fire unquenchable, as her flesh was rendered from fracturing bones. Her body twisted and writhed as she screamed and wailed, until her vocal chords tore and snapped. Each second felt like a lifetime in the agony of the spreading fire. Wave after wave of searing heat and agonising pain.
In her adolescence she had hated her body for its lack of sensitivity, wished she could hurt and feel as other children did. But through her silent screams, she'd have given anything for the blissful numbness of her previous life.
There were moments of lucidity, when her mind conjured scenes from her life played out as if on a silver screen. Delivering lambs with her father, meeting Edward and her broken heart, discovering the bodies of her parent's, crushed during a trip into the big town by German bombs, and Jasper. Mostly she saw him.
His red eyes, frightening and yet calming all at once. And his smile, that was infectious right from the moment they met. During the lulls in this new pain, she imagined his voice, whispering stories in her ear. There were reprimands also, warnings for what would happen if she didn't wake up. Hearing his voice, even if it was only in her mind, and his sarcastic mutterings, she could almost manage a smile. But then the pain came back and all was lost to darkness.
During the last moments of her life, as her heart beat so quickly, as though it knew it's beats were numbered, her memories shifted to those when she was younger. She replayed her time in Italy with Edward. The butterflies in her stomach, how he had eased the immense loneliness she'd felt in the strange city. She remembered him giving her flowers and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Then she remembered the room. Strapped into that chair and accused of knowledge she did not have. She remembered being dragged by her hair, and being sure that her scalp would tear off. How confused they'd been when she didn't scream out as Felix had struck her, or when Jane's little gift hadn't worked. But then, those memories, too, were obscured by the darkness of pain.
It seemed as though the darkness would never end, until finally the pain receded. There was numbness in her extremities, and as stillness like nothing she'd ever felt settled over her body, she opened her eyes.
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