This chapter is the birth scene from BPOV. This is for the number of you guys that asked me to write it. I didn't realize that so many of you were looking forward to my version of it. And just as a heads up, it's pretty morbid. And when I say morbid, I do mean morbid, even for me. Oh, and the sections are supposed to be a little bit short and choppy, because Bella's pretty out of it.

Well anyways, I hope I don't disappoint with it. I guess we'll see.

It was in that moment that I was sure that I was dead. This was what death had to be like. But, there was no sense of peace that one would expect. Just Blankness. No "life-flashing-before-your-eyes" moment. Only nothingness. No enormous epiphany. Emptiness.

I was alone. It seemed that even my own body had abandoned me, leaving me my thoughts only. I was trapped in a stifling wasteland. Suffocating.

I didn't like death.

I tasted blood and somewhere far away, I heard feverish, muffled speaking. The words morphed together into a single voice of panic.

But whatever terror the people talking were currently feeling, it couldn't come close to topping how I was. I was spinning out of control. My body was so heavy and I knew that it wouldn't be long before the weight crushed me entirely.

Was this death's sick idea of a game? To tease me? To advance, close enough that I could sense it towering over me threateningly?

Death was cruel.

Or maybe death had the right idea. I guessed that my body hadn't abandoned me after all, though now I wished that it had. My wasteland wasn't such a bad place.

I wanted the numbness to return. Now, I was anything but numb. Agony coursed through every fiber of my being; in my bones, my blood, my muscles, and everything in between.

Suddenly, magnified voices broke through. With the unendurable pain, it was a wonder I could focus enough to remember my own name, let alone comprehend what they were saying. But somehow, I did. Well, at least to the point that I had a basic grasp on the conversation, despite the fact that the voices kept fading in and out.

"What's…Edward…?"

"…Suffocating…"

"…Placenta… detached…"

My eyes flew open as I pieced the phrases together. A hazy memory came back to me, and I remembered the ripping inside of me. I felt lightheaded as I realized what that had meant. And what it meant now.

"Get him out! He can't breath! Do it NOW!" I shrieked, praying that the words had actually escaped from my mouth. I couldn't be sure. Heck, I didn't know if any of this was even real. It was foggy and surreal, as though I was living in a dreamland. Well…not a dream land. A land of nightmares.

Edward's face came into my line of vision, clearly saying something; his mouth was moving. But everything was silent. Desperation fell over me as I realized that I had fallen deaf again.

When he made no move to save EJ, I realized that he was protesting.

"NO! NOW—" I gagged as something warm rose up in my throat, obstructing it. I couldn't breath.

Black spots began clouding my vision, growing larger and larger. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a roof, taking tiny steps forward, already knowing that I was going to fall over the edge.

I wanted to reach forward through the darkness. To find Edward. I didn't want to slip back into nothingness anymore. I didn't want to be alone. If Edward just stayed with me, if I could just hold on…

I opened my eyes. Everything was white, which made no sense. How could this never ending anguish run through me, yet the world around me could be so light?

"You…with…Bella…" Someone said forcefully. As the person continued talking, their voice grew louder and clearer until I realized that it was coming from right beside me. It was Jake. He was still here, even now.

And he wasn't alone.

"Renesmee," I heard Edward say gently.

I had a baby girl. The thought echoed through my mind. I had a baby girl. And something inside of me knew that it was just…right.

I wanted nothing more than to just hold her. To see her and cradle her in my arms. "Let me…Give her to me," I murmured.

I blindly reached forward and Edward handed her to me. Slowly, Renesmee came into focus, and as I held her, I decided that there wasn't anything in the world that would make me give up this moment. Not being immortal. Not beating death. This meant so much more than that. I loved her so much. "Renes…mee. So…beautiful," I whispered.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp stab of pain on my chest and, in the next second, Renesmee disappeared. Anger raged through me. Why was she gone? Who thought that they had the right to snatch her away from me? I wanted her back; it just didn't feel right without her.

My vision faded out, and then my hearing. Gradually, I lost any sense that I had of myself. Then, the inevitable happened. I had known that I was stepping further and further towards the edge. Now it was time to take the plunge.