I wake up with a groan. I slowly move my arm and a hot river of fire courses up my body. My legs twitch and tingles like a thousand needles. My skin burns and itches. I want to scream but my throat feels so raw as if I have been screaming for hours already. I want cold…I want…no…"Please…no," I whimper.
"Shhhh Hazel, I am closing the curtains now my love, I checked the forecast and it said it would be warm and cloudy not sunny," my mother coos her voice sounds like a dove. I don't care I only want the burning to stop.
She places her too warm hand on my forehead or it feels too warm. I want to shiver with cold instead of shake with heat. "You don't have any boils that is good my sapling, that is good."
If it was any other day and she called me sapling I would have scoffed and retreated in the meadow and the forest and sulked in the cold shadowed canopy, 'That dances with light,"my inner demon chimes. I can hear the whimsical and wishful smile in its voice as if it the su…
"Make it STOP mummy, make it STOP!" I scream. I feel as if I am screaming to deaf ears because she lightly grazes my forehead with her warm lips and brushes my static hair out of my eyes. I feel hot tears prickle behind my pained vision. I shake my head back and forth to keep them at bay.
The unknown is surfacing I can feel it rising, like lava in a volcano, or a flying bat out of a cave, or a ascending demon from dark depths. Alice, I want Alice. I want to look at her golden eyes. I want to be in the golden bubble that brings light to my dark world. I want to see her perfectly peaked lips twitch up in amusement. I want to run my fingers through her mousy brown styled hair to see if it is crusty with product or smooth and silky as if I am barely the brown strands at all. Most of all I want her to lay her cold hands all over my body and take away this heat.
I can feel the invading light attempting to shine through my black opaque curtains. I can feel the wrath of the sun. I whimper in pain as I think of my eternal nemesis. As if the evil orb can see, hear, and feel my invisible thoughts; I can feel its cosmic heat growing stronger. The tongues and dapples of yellow light create lines as they outline my black velvet curtains. Even the best superheroes have enemies. Superman had kryptonite and ironically enough I have the sun.
I open my closed eyes, my mother is no longer in the room. I can hear her approaching footsteps, "I have some water for you Hazel, I don't know if I should call Carlisle or not," she confesses to me.
I feel my head shake and my dry crack pained lips and my lips opening with a strong retort 'No,' just as they were starting to enunciate the sound of denial there is a loud echoing bang on the front door.
My mother starts and I can see some water has spilled over the tall glass making the glossy goblet more slippery. I wearily and exhaustively prop myself up against my plush satin grey pillow on my brass bed. My mother leaves the room with her light brown eyebrows raised to her forehead in surprise. I close my eyes suddenly I feel soft breathing beside me and a cold touch on my hand.
I wake up with a pained groan and fuzzy vision. Everything feels alight with flame. I turn and open my eyes to see the sun it is an unusually bright day. I want to smile but I feel my lips turn up into a wince instead. I hear a knock on the door. I turn around and see Edward, Bella is right behind him as usual. I am happy for him that he found someone to love and there is something special about Bella she is like a bird with a broken wing.
"You're in pain," Edward gently says.
"Of course I am in pain Edward, Jas…, my mate…" I choke out it feels like I am gasping for an invisible breath that is not my own. Grieving is very strange indeed.
"I am sorry Alice, I am sorry Bella needed me…" Edward tries to explain, I have never seen him so flustered. Love has tongue tied my eloquent brother.
I smile at the thought but let out a pained groan instead. I see his eyes topaz widen with alarm. "I am getting Carlisle," he says hurriedly. "Stay with her Bella," he firmly orders.
"No Edward but…" Bella cries dejectedly before she limps to my couch and sits down elevating her large cast on my lap. I pat the large plastic shield in some sort of semblance of comfort. I feel the pull and blurriness of an oncoming vision and darkness enters my heart.
I see Hazel on a brass bed with thick white covers and a multicoloured quilt. She is writhing and in pain as an invisible fire overtakes her. I see her thirsting for cold and relief. I see her pale skin break out in red boils when she stands in the light. I hear her call…her call for me…she needs me…I am needed.
"I have to go!" I announce. I can hear the panic in my voice.
"Alice, what?" Bella asks. "You can't go anywhere, it is sunny out. Look blue sky bright light. You are going to sparkle!"
"I have a black cloak Bella I have to go!" I cry, as I wrap myself in the ebony fabric and my body runs to the garage.
I chose the silver Lamborghini with the black tinted windows to hide the bright light and my supernatural skin. I thrust the loud engine forward as I propel myself to the stone house. I bang on the wooden guard that is standing between me and my thirst for help. I am greeted by a very surprised Marsella and I effortlessly slip past her with mind numbing speed.
I enter a stone room with a blue carpeted floor and a brass bed on the right hand side which is beside a velvet dark curtained obstruction of light, despite there being a hopeful glow around the dark border.
My stare lands on a victim of light a creature of twilight and dawn…"Hazel," I whisper, as my hand reaches to touch her warm hand. I can hear deep sigh of relief, I feel my lips twitch up in a bright smile. This is where I am meant to be.
