The last thing I remember is the fire. Spreading rapidly through my veins, leaving nothing but crippling agony in its path. Every part of my body writhed in pain from the flames that fully encapsulated me.
I kept waiting to die. It seemed like the burning went on for eternity, like I was stuck in a gray area of agony, trapped between life and death. I had no way to keep track of time. But even if I did, time was meaningless as I burned. All I knew was that these flames were vicious and unforgiving, and they never seemed to stop.
Until they did.
The fire moved slowly from every cell in my body to one place: my heart. The flames condensed into an agonizing ball of fire, igniting my heart in its menacing burn. I ran from it, screaming for help as I fled the horrible heat. But it was too quick. After running for an eternity, the flames caught up to me. And my heart stopped. Surely, this is when I would die. But I didn't.
When my heart stopped, so did the pain. And when it did, I felt such relief I felt like laughing. Or crying. Or both.
My body was so used to the endless agony that without it, every part of me felt foreign. My skin was perfectly smooth, my movements perfectly fluid. But the real shock was when I opened my eyes.
Because when the flames finally stopped, and my screams finally faded, and my writhing came to a halt, my eyes opened. And I saw everything.
I've decided to try out this story because I always wondered what it was like for Alice to see the future, and writing New Moon through Edward's perspective is playing out to be very interesting, so I decided to give it a shot. I'm just giving you guys a short prologue to see how it does, because I'm not sure that I'm going to continue with this story. If any of you feel strongly about it, let me know, but as of right now I'm just going to continue with Solstice and see how you all react to this short prologue of Alice's perspective. If this story continues, I'm planning on calling it Comet.
