Breaking Point--Chapter 2

Bella's POV.

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I feel myself beginning to drift awake…catching bits and pieces of what's happening around me. I recognize the sound of a ringing telephone… and a door closing… and then I hear hushed voices coming from somewhere in the room.

I'm lying down on something hard and smooth and it cracks when I move. I open my eyes and it takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm in the nurse's office. Out of the corner of my eye, I can make out several figures standing in the center of the room. Someone rushes over to me.

"Honey, how do you feel?"

I just stare at her for a moment, studying her face. Her eyes are a pretty brown, like the color of leaves before they drop from the trees. I gaze at her, wondering who she is. Her expression changes and becomes concerned, and I watch as she looks over her shoulder and motions towards another nurse with deep red hair. She comes over, too, and I notice that both women are wearing shirts with little blue buttons. For some reason, this fact seems vitally important.

"Isabella, are you alright?" The red-haired nurse speaks to me slowly and clearly, enunciating each word. I turn my head to face her, not saying anything, looking between the two women silently.

The first woman smoothes her shirt self-consciously. "Oh, dear," she says. She lifts her hand to bite her thumbnail and my eyes flash down, catching the motion.

"Sweetie, my name is Miss Flias, do you know who I am?" The red-haired woman is speaking to me now, looking at me. These people are so strange…

She looks at me hopefully, but the muscles in my face feel glued together.

Miss Flias and the brown-haired woman drift away a couple of feet and speak quietly among themselves. I stare at a spot on the floor, my mind blank.

The brown-eyed woman hurries off, but Miss Flias returns.

"Bella," she says slowly "Do you remember what happened before you fainted?" She's kneeling down beside the cot, and I push my body upward until I'm sitting all the way up. She moves closer and sits beside me, facing me in an awkward position.

I sort of cock my head to the side, staring at her face. Her words don't make sense to me…

Miss Flias tries to smile encouragingly at me but begins chewing on the inside of her cheek nervously. I can only stare back at her.

Suddenly I notice the color of her eyes. I hadn't seen then before, but now it's like the rest of her face has melted away. They look like gold pearls, and they're burning. They're burning into mine.

I feel like someone has slapped me on every surface of my body at the same moment. I thrust my body up against the wall beside the bed, and everyone in the office looks up in shock at the noise. I'm pressing up into the corner, my knees folded into my chest, trying to get as far away as possible—trying to escape….

She's so close, and she's trying to look at me, she's trying to touch me. I hide my face, and I realize that I'm shaking. I'm shaking really hard…making the entire cot quiver. And the sound of my gasping fills the silent room. The air catches in my throat, making a horrible ghastly sound. It sounds like I'm trying to scream but I haven't had any water in a thousand years.

I can't look at her…

I feel her hands on my shoulders and they're not warm like they're supposed to be—they're cold. I release a blood-curdling scream and shield away from her desperately, trying to claw myself off the cot and to the door. I half-stumble across the tile floor; my legs feel like wet sponges. Several women are holding me now, trying to restrain me, and I fight. They're cold…they're all so, so cold, like ice. I can feel their hands on my arms, around my waist, on my shoulders, and it feels like there are bugs crawling all over every inch of my body.

I throw my head back and my eyes catch glimpses of smeared golden sunlight. At first I think it is only the light from the windows, and then as I focus I realize that they all have smeared eyes, gold topaz eyes, looking so unnatural and ghastly I feel like I am trapped in a nightmare. I scream again, trying to get them off me. They're cold, but not strong, and I break through, sprinting through the doorway and out of the building.

I'm running for what seems like the first time I've ever run in a lifetime. The ground disappears and I'm running on air; I can't feel my legs, my arms, my eyes…but there's this burning feeling on the surface of my skin where they touched me. The rest of my body feels numb, but the burning continues, perishing me.

The pain feels disconnected from my body, like it's floating around me, and I scream again. I can't escape it…it's everywhere…