Oh, this was nice. No pain, no fire, just billowy clouds and a…velvet voice? I would know that voice anywhere, conscious or not. Instantaneously, I whipped around in search of it. And behind me, dazzling and glowing in the sunlight, was…can I say his name? Edward. Ahh, it brought sweet sensations, instead of the aches and stings, so maybe he was actually here in heaven with me. Because anywhere where Edward was, was bliss. And with the clouds, no pain, and Edward of course, I couldn't be anywhere but heaven I supposed.
Although he did not seem as stunning and magnificent, and only dreams and fantasies never did his god-like appearance any justice.
"Isabella— " Although his speech and enunciation were in perfect resemblance. Soft velvet coated with warm honey, sweetness to any ears.
"My sweet, I want you to live on with your life, please. For me." I was about to do so, because now I would do anything for him, for I hadn't seen him in a long time, and I was beginning to think he didn't even exist. Like he just vanished in a puff of smoke, and I would never see him again. But he was here, and I believed he would never go. For he loved me—right?
But I wanted to answer him more than anything. "Edward, please, come back. I miss you…" I said trying to hold back tears of happiness, for I was so ecstatic he was here. Visible, speaking, and wonderful.
"Hush, my sweet. Now, I want you to go back to living…not doing what you were before. Live for me…" But I didn't want to. Why would I want to? Back there was where pain, fire, and self-stabbing would wash over me again. Next time when I miss him too much and get a memory of him, I might get worse than just a little spell of unconsciousness. And plus, here is where Edward is, and there's no pain at all, cause I can be with him. Just peace, sunlight, and love. I think I'd pick Edward over anyone or anything, any day.
But resistant or not I was slowly floating upwards into the bright light of living hell without Edward.
With a flashing white light I opened my eyes, to find myself in…a hospital room? What the hell?! Charlie went far over…well, I guess he found me rain-wet and unconscious on my bedroom floor. Hm, I guess he had his reasons.
But now I saw Edward! Ah, it made me almost jump out of the hospital bed, were it not for IV cords and random tubes. So was this a key to keeping him in my life? This could be the uprising to his "never exist" theory. But what caused that wonderful angel to grant me a visit? What happened before?…I said his name, but I cant be too drastic or have a dramatic exit from reality, for who knows how long, just to see him.
Like I miss him a lot, but I might accidentally actually injure myself, and that would worry Charlie far too much. He would eventually put me in a hospital permanently, then how would Edward find me?
There's got to be a formula…but I could figure that out later, now I needed to find Charlie, and calm him down from his obvious anxiety.
Now, how to get disentangled from all these ridiculous cords and tubes attached to me. I pulled at them only to get sharp little stabs on the inside of my arm and side. Hm, this was not going to be easy. Across the room, in doctor's tray, I saw all the spiky and jagged gear used for normally operating on people, but I disgustedly looked past all that and saw a far-too-long pair of scissors. They looked menacing, but they would probably detach me from this bed. But now, how to get there? Well, my bed was by the wall. Hm, and my arms hurt only slightly (it wasn't my arms that I hurt in my unconsciousness), so maybe…if I turned the bed, because…it was on wheels! Ugh, I grunted as my weak fragile arms twisted my bed, so my feet were facing the wall (that bed and I together weighed a lot!). I attempted lifting and stretching out my legs...yes, completely mobile and not tired. So, I told Charlie I was good at soccer; maybe I was. So technically my legs would be strong, right? Why not give my "strong legs" a shot? You know, despite the fact that the whole soccer thing was a lie and I don't even remember playing soccer before, I gave the wall the biggest thrust and squeezed my eyes tight, ready for and impact, and surprisingly I smacked into the opposite wall, right next to the scissors. Wow, and I thought things only worked out for Edward—whoops! Ouch. Shouldn't have said that. I did feel slightly dizzy, but I needed to assure Charlie that I was okay. Trying to ignore my tightened esophagus, shortness of breath, and quickened heart rate, I grabbed the razor-sharp scissors, and began cutting at anything attached to me that wasn't normally supposed to be there. All the medical machines and tubules followed me across the room, and kind of spilled around me when I made impact.
Just as I was cutting the last two threads, I heard steps coming towards my room. Uhm, oh no, what to do? My quickened and naturally louder breath didn't help me hide myself or concentrate. Like a three year old playing hide and seek, I tried to burrow beneath my sheets and covers, and I almost made it, except for my hair, which was seen, by whoever was in this room. They gently pulled on it, and I moaned but came up anyway.
Ah! Wait—what?! I—she—WHAT? My breath instantly accelerated to quick short staccato breaths in and out. One of the last cords attached to me just so happened to be my heart rate monitor, and just as it started to beep erratically and spasmodically, everything went black.
I woke up with a moan, and biologically had to turn to the side of the bed and throw up. What you ask (well maybe not), but probably all the medicine the doctors gave me in an effort to stop any pain and to calm my body down, and possibly heal whatever they thought happened to me. Ewww, I thought, as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked around the room, and I was back to where my bed was originally positioned, and there was someone smiling peacefully in the corner of my room, staring at me.