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Chapter 35
Alice's POV
It killed me to have to see Bella like this. She's my best friend—my sister to be. But I did stay by her side, unlike my idiotic brother.
I know it was hard for him to see Bella in pain, but honestly. This is when Bella needed him the most. Almost every other word she cried was "Edward." I could tell she was always looking around for him. But she never found him.
On the first day, shortly after Edward left, we held a conference to decide what should be done about the situation. We knew that Charlie would come to our house looking for Bella soon if we didn't call him.
"What if we call Charlie, and tell him we haven't seen Edward either," Esme offered.
"But after a while, what would we tell him? 'Charlie, we haven't seen Edward anywhere! Oh, and not Bella either!' And then they're missing for the rest of eternity!?" scoffed Jasper.
"Do you have a better plan?" Rose snapped.
"Everyone, we have to remain calm," Carlisle interjected. "We must all keep our heads so we can work this out. I personally think that is an excellent plan." He turned to nod at Esme. "But, I can think of only one 'exit strategy.'"
"What is it?" Emmett asked. Carlisle looked around at all of us with a sad look.
"We'll have to fake their deaths, and then move away so we can start over," he said. None of us said anything. We all knew it was coming.
Suddenly, I remembered a vision I had a while ago. I thought it was us going on a road trip. When I thought about it more closely, I remembered that none of us looked very happy. And we had a lot more bags than I would've thought necessary for a road trip. It must have been us, leaving Forks.
"Alice?" Carlisle asked, noticing my expression.
I looked around at everyone. "That's the plan," I finally said.
"I'll call Charlie," Esme said, looking very sad. "He'll be heartbroken. Losing a child is awful…" she trailed off. She began to dry sob, unlike before when we had all cried tears. Nobody had said anything about that. Frankly, I don't think any of us cared.
Carlisle walked over to comfort her. He led her over to the couch and sat down. He pulled her onto his lap, and held her in his arms.
"It's ok…" he whispered as he began to rock her back and forth. She leaned her head in his shoulder and continued to sob. A few minutes later, she stood back up and composed herself.
"I'm alright…" she said. "I'm just…going to go...call Charlie...now…" she said between a few last sobs. She walked over to the phone and dialed.
"Charlie?" she said into the phone, her voice almost perfectly composed. "This is Esme Cullen. Carlisle and I were wondering, is Edward over at your house with Bella?" she listened for a while, and then spoke again. "Really? Yes, we haven't seen him since last night. No. Ok. We will. Goodbye." She hung up the phone. Then she got a distant look on her face, as she sunk down onto the floor and began to dry sob again.
I heard Bella cry out in pain. "Edward!! Edward!!" As I rushed upstairs to comfort her, I saw Carlisle wrap his arms around Esme once again.
If only Edward would be there for Bella like Carlisle is for Esme.
"Bella...?" I asked as I walked into Jasper and my room. We had moved Bella in here because there was a bed—it would be more comfortable for Bella.
"Alice! The fire! It's everywhere! Edward!" she whimpered. She closed her eyes and then opened them again, and began to look around the room. She was gasping for breath, and I saw that she was sweating. "Edward…" she moaned again. "Edward…help…"
When I saw Edward again, I swear I was going to kill him. How could he just leave Bella like this?! Didn't he realize how much she needed him!?
"He'll be back soon, Bella…" I soothed.
"That's what…you said…three…hours…ago…" she panted. Why did Bella have to be so smart?
"I know, Bella. Don't worry. He'll be here." I whispered. "He better be here…" I muttered under my breath. I heard the door behind me open, and turned around, hoping it was Edward. It was Jasper.
"Hey…" he said. "How's she holding up?"
"Edward?" Bella asked. I could hear the pain in her voice.
"No, it's Jasper, Bella. Sorry," he said.
"Edward…" Bella sobbed. She started writhing in pain again, and I saw tears coming to her eyes. She searched around the room, and eventually found my eyes. "Why…isn't…he…here…?" she asked me.
"I don't know, Bella. I'm sorry."
"Yes…you…do…! Doesn't…he…love…me…anymore…?" she asked.
"Of course he does, Bella. Don't ever think anything like that." When I find Edward...he's going to be dead meat.
"I'm going to kill him!" I whispered to Jasper. He nodded, understanding what and who I was talking about.
"Edward…" Bella whimpered again.
"I'm sorry, Alice. I have to leave. She's in so much pain…I can't handle it…" Jasper said. I could tell he was ashamed.
"It's alright, Jasper," I said. I gave him a quick peck on the lips, and he ran out of the room.
Bella's POV
I saw Jasper leave the room. I made him leave. He could feel so much of my pain, that it was hurting him. He couldn't be in the same room as me.
"Edward!" I cried out. I reached out into the air, hoping that I would find his hand. I knew I wouldn't, but it was worth a try. I instead found Alice's, and decided it would have to do. I was in so much pain. I squeezed her hand very hard, knowing it wasn't hurting her.
The venom was pulsing through my blood stream. It felt like every inch of my body was covered with burning hot fire, and completely frozen ice at the same time.
It was agony. I didn't know how much more of this I could handle. Maybe if Edward would've been by my side, it would've been different.
Edward. Why wasn't he here? He promised. He promised.
Another round of pain flashed through my veins. First the fire, and then the ice. But the worst pain was where Victoria had bitten me. My neck. It felt like a knife was still stuck into it, and was being twisted and moved around in my neck
Another flash of pain.
Another.
Another.
The pain increased. Not only was it coming more frequently now, but it was even worse. Now I could feel the fire, the ice, and what felt like needles passing through my veins. First I would feel the fire. Then the ice. Then needles would be pushed into my arms, legs, and the rest of my body; and then needles would fly through my veins, under my skin, and even through my bones.
It was worse than I could have ever imagined.
"Edward!" I cried out. Why wasn't he here? I need him. He would make it all better. "Edward! The fire!" I cried out. Alice put her ice cold hands on my neck. "Ice! Ice cold!" I yelled. Alice took her hand off. "Needles! Needles being pushed into my skin. Shooting through my veins! Through my bones! Make it stop!" I began to cry. "Edward!"
And I didn't think it could get any worse. I knew it couldn't get any worse than this.
But it did.
The pains did not come in flashes anymore—they were just one big, long, ever lasting pain. And not in stages of fire, ice, needles, but all at once. All at the same time, all the time.
I just wanted it to end. I wanted it to stop. I couldn't handle this anymore. "Make it end!" I screamed to whoever could hear me. "Kill me! Just make it stop! Make the pain stop!"
But it didn't stop. Not even close to stopping. It became even worse. Not only were there fires, ice, and needles, but now it felt like I had a stomach ache, but all over my body. It was like someone had cut a hole in me, and was reaching their hand into the hole and pulling out whatever they could find. Someone was grabbing my stomach, someone was grabbing my liver, and someone was grabbing my intestines. And not only were they trying to take them out, but they were setting them on fire, super-cooling them, and then stabbing them with knives.
"Edward!" I screamed. "Make it end!" I screamed out in agony. Anything that could make it stop, I would take it. Anything to end the pain. "Kill me!" I yelled. Death would be better than this. Anything would be better than this pain. Even if I died and go to hell, it would be better than this. This was hell. Hell on earth. Worse than hell. It was like I was a part of the devil himself.
"Edward!" I yelled. It must have been hours since the pain first started and I grabbed Alice's hand. I reached out for it again, but did not find it. I reached for the nearest thing I could find. I didn't know what it was, but I held on to it with all my might. I felt someone loosen my grip, and I wrapped my hand around theirs. I squeezed their hand, and screamed.
The pain had gotten worse.
I don't know how long I laid there, writhing in this agony. It seemed like months, years, decades, even. I struggled, and whipped my hands around me. I opened my eyes, looked around the room, and saw that it was dark. I saw a figure sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.
"Help," I moaned. "Make it end. Make the pain stop." The person did not react to my words. I continued to moan. "Do something. Edward. Kill me." They continued to ignore me. Eventually I gave up. I continued to thrash around in pain.
Another decade passed. The pain only got worse. I couldn't handle it.
The next time I really looked around the room, it was light again. The pain was even worse than before. The knife in my neck was bigger. My entire body felt frozen, and occasionally there would be a huge flare of fire. The needles continued to travel through my body. And the person continued to rip out my organs. But now, the ice was colder. The fire was more extreme. There were more needles. There were two people ripping out my organs. And now, it felt like someone was squeezing my insides together. Or wringing them out, like you would with a wet shirt or towel.
Another decade. It was dark. I yelled out to the shape sitting in the chair in the corner that only seemed to appear at night.
"Help me! Make it stop! Kill me!" Whoever it was still ignored me. "Edward!" I yelled. "Edward! I need you!! Edward!"
He never came.
Another decade. It was light. Now it felt like my entire body was on fire, and occasionally there would be a flash of ice. There were still needles, and someone still ripping and wringing out my organs.
But the fire was even hotter. The ice was even colder. There must have been hundreds of billions of needles throughout my body, piercing through my skin. And there was another person there.
And the new person was doing the worst. He was making a hole in my body, starting where I had been bitten in the neck. And using only his hands, he continued to make a hole. And when the hole in my neck was deep enough, he stuck his hand into it, and began to make the hole even larger. It was like he was digging a tunnel from my neck to my heart, going through my body.
Another decade. It was dark.
The person had made more progress with the hole. He brought more men with him. And they were all digging holes in different directions.
I yelled out to the person in the chair. "Make him go away!" I yelled. "Can't you see? They're hurting me! Make them go away! Make it stop! Just kill me!"
I did not yell Edward's name anymore. But I thought about him. I thought about him constantly.
How could he leave me here? Leave me alone, when I needed him the most. I was dying. I was completely convinced of that. I was dying, and he would not be here. I would die alone, with only me, the person sitting in the corner, and the men digging a hole through my body.
The hole continued to grow. The pain was incredible. Wherever the hole went, fire, ice, and needles went. And the men were digging the hole by hand. And the way they would dig was by wringing out and ripping the part of my insides that was in the way.
I could see a bit of light on the horizon. But the tunnel to my heart was not finished. It was done in every other direction, and I could no longer feel pain there. I just felt empty, hollow. But the tunnel was not to my heart yet.
My arms felt no more pain. My legs did not ache anymore. But I was still experiencing the greatest pain of all. The hole to my heart was the largest, widest, and the hole fullest of fire, ice, and needles. The fire wasn't a small fire like it had been for the past decades. It was like the sun compared to those. And the ice wasn't simply an ice cube you would find in your freezer. It was an entire iceberg. And the needles were not small, sewing needles, but large spears, being driven into the hole.
I didn't think it could be any worse than it was now. How wrong I was.
Even with all the other pains gone, this was still the worst pain I had experienced yet.
"KILL ME!" I yelled. "MAKE IT END! ANYTHING! JUST MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY! KILL ME!"
The person in the chair in the corner did not hear me. He/she continued to stare at me.
I couldn't take it. I knew that I wouldn't make it. I would die right before the transformation was complete. And it would all be for nothing. All the pain and agony I went through would be for nothing.
The hole was almost finished. I could tell. And the way I could tell was because the pain was exponentially worse than before. The men were getting closer and closer to my heart.
And then I knew the tunnel was finished. All that was left to do was to kill my heart.
The men threw fire onto it. It was hotter than I could have ever imagined. It was one hundred times hotter than the sun. And after they burned my heart, they began to stab it. They took the biggest, sharpest objects they could find, and they stabbed my heart with it. I could feel blood pouring out of my heart. And I didn't know where they could have possibly found objects so sharp. And it was so many times worse than the needles from before. And after they finished stabbing my heart, they threw water onto it. And then froze the water. And it was so cold, that I thought I may die of hypothermia. The other ice was nothing compared to this. And so my heart was frozen.
And my heart was dead.
Or was it me that was dead? Had I gotten my wish, and was I finally rid of this terrible pain?
Whatever the case, I didn't care.
Because it was over.
And the pain was gone.
Oooo. Is she a vampire, or did she die?! Would I have the nerve to kill off Bella?!??!?! (Because you know, it's possible that you can not live through the transformation and you can die!) Hehe. What happened? Is she a vampire, or dead?!
Find out in the NEXT CHAPTER!
Oh and one more thing—when she's all "He was making a hole in my body, starting where I had been bitten in the neck." And all "He brought more men with him. And they were all digging the hole in different directions." Theres not actually people in the room digging a hole in her body. That's just what it feels like to her. That's the only way I could think to describe the pain. For all the stuff—there is actually no one there like ripping out her organs or anything. That's just how the pain feels. Anyway...
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