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Before- 12
Same- 11
After- 4
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April's POV
"Hello James." I say into the vast darkness of the dance studio, my slightly heeled boots clicking against the wooden floorboards. I can almost feel the memories exude from the walls. A freak catches my attention, and James appears. "Where's my mom?" I ask firmly, why didn't I bring a weapon? "Silly little girl..." He has a remote in his hand, and turns on a monitor, with Bella and I as kids, hiding from mom. "You... Tricked me?" I think I'm asking him more than stating it. "Well of course, why would I go through the trouble?" Within a second, he is by my body, slamming me into mirror behind me. "Well, this is disappointing, you don't have the resistance I felt before, and you obviously have no intention to fight me."
Pain flourishes across my back, and side; I scrawl up onto my knees, where James kicks me in the stomach, hard enough to make a cracking sound- from my ribs. "I don't care, I don't feel like me, do what you will- but I want to give you some advice..." I mutter. Spitting out a metallic liquid from my mouth. "And what would that be?" He pulls me up by my hair, and I spit in his face. "Don't fuck with me in hell." He slams my head down, and I can feel myself curl up into a ball. "Where's your boyfriend now little snack?" He forces his boot into my side, and I gasp in pain. "Do you mind if I take some pictures, once we're finished of course- I want him to see!" He laughs maniacally. When will this all just end?
April's POV
"Alright, now these are all fragments of me?" I ask into nothingness, staring at the ton of little glowing yellow orbs. "No, they are fragments of April. Now go put them back together without touching them if you would." Gift says, and I roll my eyes, running past them all at speed so that they all collide.
"So quick witted, it's one of your only redeeming traits..." I growl in frustration, and look at the two balls of light. "So, we just all kid of... Mush together?"
"Not until they turn blue, and you have to be quick, or the vessel will be out of sync. I nod, and await the event.
"It's been like an hour!" I complain, and gift huffs. "It's been thirty minutes!" I see the orbs shuffle a bit, and I return to my ready stance.
"Memories, I thought you would be a lot more... Sophisticated."
"Well, I'm pretty goofy as a person I guess, hey, are the orbs supposed to turn red?" She hisses, and drags out body over to the first orb, placing a hand on it. "The vessel is in danger. Quickly! There is no time to lose- touch both orbs." I place a hand on each. "Good, now close your eyes, and sync your breathing with that of them." In an attempt to be calm and at peace, Gift just sounds like a woman who just got flipped off on date night and told the guy that 'it was fine'. I do as she says, the orbs feel cold, much to my surprise, but squishy. I suddenly hear a deep breathing sound, in time with mine, and I can see a dance studio, the one from when we were kids. "Good, but vessel is injured." Gift murmurs, and I look around, to see James above us. "No!" I yell, and vessel flies back. James looks at me, shocked, but then begins to stalk us again. "I'll make you a deal memories." Gift says, and I nod. "I'll save us, but April will forget about all of this, and I won't be strong enough to keep giving her my strength. Promise will try to get rid of me, so it will be risky." I take a deep breath.
"Just get us out of this gift." I whisper, and gift chuckles darkly. "Enough said."
April's POV
My eyes open, and the field where we were just playing baseball has morphed into the grotesque dance studio that I used to go to as a kid. James is in front of me, but I don't flinch, or cry, I feel like I know what to do. I manage to stagger to my feet, something in my back making them flare, though I begin to run backwards, towards the one wall covered in mirrors. I fall against it, turning to have my back on it- my palms against the cold glass.
James' eyes widen as a high pitched shriek exits the mirror, followed by the wall completely shattering, and flying towards him, ripping his clothes off, and pushing him back to the opposite wall. I fall, my legs no longer wishing to put up with the strain. But what frightens
me is the fact that I can't feel them at all, and they won't reply to my commands. "Did you think that would stop me little snack?" He muses. My expression threatened it, my smile wide. "No, but I just needed a little warming up." The words flow out, and suddenly the glass and him begin to float, against gravity. "You know I'm very hungry James, hungry for you to feel what I did all those years ago." I lift my hand, and the glass all fly towards him at the same time, making small cuts. "And now, the finale!" Half of his body flies up, and the other, down, ripping his body in half, then the same again. Within a few minutes, he's but a pile of distorted flesh, no blood, just dust and stone. "That's it, I'm done..." My eyes remain open, but my body falls against the sharp floor, I have no choice but to stare up, into the sky, with the stars as my only company. The blood stains from my body, I can feel it, but with it disappears the tightness, all of it, I take in a deep breath, and tears trickle down my cheeks. "Edward..." I cry, everything pouring out, I don't know what just happened, why it did, why anything has happened. Edward, me, the Cullens. It feels unnatural. Maybe, if Edward were human, or I were a vampire. But I doubt that I will leave this studio alive. James is dead- but it doesn't feel right. It feels like I've forgotten something important, very important. My body doesn't quite feel in sync. Is this what it feels like to die? Feeling, feeling, feeling.
"Edward please make it end..." I moan, attempting to sit up, but still my legs refuse. "April!" I hear, and suddenly a cool hand caresses my face. I try to call his name, but nothing escapes my lips, I can't even move. He takes out his phone, and rings someone, his voice suddenly becoming not so audible.
Then, my eyes begin to shut, and I am alone, I can't hear anything, smell anything, see anything. All alone.
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