A/N: Hello babies! Sorry for being MIA. Here's a super short update.
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It burns. Everything she touches turns to flames. The loud scream pierces through her ear drums and something in her soul snaps. A voice comes alive.
"People like you don't have a place here. You belong in hell."
The hair on her arms stand and a chill passes through her bones. Somewhere in the pit of her heart, a small flame lits up and an eerie voice growls from the inside, planting ghostly doubts.
Her heart feels squeezed, every drop of blood leaving its passage turning down the speed of her heartbeats.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It stops. And it feels as if time is frozen and darkness begins to overtake her sight.
"Bella!"
She turns left to the familiar voice, all the colours fading into two; red and black. All the objects blurring into unrecognisable images, her other senses weakening all at the same time.
It feels like her movement manipulated and her soul is slowly leaving her body as if Bella is nothing but a passenger, another bystander as this red and black coloured figure engulf her in a desperate hold.
Bella can see the muscles straining, almost stretched to its max as if the shimmering skin would break.
All she can hear is the loud ringing, like the sound of a failing heart at the hospital. But when the figure inches itself closer to Bella's almost vacant body, suddenly she feels her soul being withdrawn back and she finds herself staring into yellow and misty eyes.
Yellow.
She somehow remembers it's her favourite colour as of late. Her once almost diminished irises suddenly grow two sizes as the strong shade of wine colour turns scarlet before settling into an unstable crimson red. The yellow then suddenly swirls into canary before finally settling on magnificent gold.
The ringing noise starts to fade and she hears a gentle voice entering her ears.
"Bella, baby, come back to me."
A surge of energy returns and she feels the tight grip on her heart breaks, like a curse unturned. Her other senses return all at once and she is finally in control of her body.
"Rose?" Bella croaked but with pain in her throat she squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered.
She feels something cool is pressed against the base of her throat, providing temporary relief to the pain. Looking down, she sees Rosalie's stretched her palms to cover all of her neck.
"Shh, it's okay. We got you, Bella. You're safe. We're here."
Pain erupts on her back and she screams in pain, almost forgetting her injured throat until it soars up again from the inside. Hot tears cascade down her cheeks as her hands scramble to soothe whatever is hurting her on the back.
"Isabella, love, stop moving, please. I got you," another familiar voice approached her from behind and she feels the same coolness applied on her back.
Temporary relief fills her and it then dawns on her that somehow she feels drained and her legs are failing her. Trusting the person in front of her, Bella shifts her weight forward and allows herself to fall against the hard figure. But not before attempting to alert them.
"She's here..."
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