Ha! Suspenseful, eh?
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I regained one piece of me at a time. First I felt a surface, just a surface. It was neither warm nor cold, nor did it feel soft or hard. Then I felt a tingling. It was almost non-existent, but at I lay there the tingling became more noticeable. I concentrated on the tingling and it grew to spread throughout my body. The tingling grew worse. It started to hurt.
"This is the end..." I thought to myself, " It's over…"
" No, not the end..." a monster inside me purred, " Just the beginning…"
As the tingling reached its torturous peak, my muscles clenched, my throat closed and I struggled to wake. I wrenched my eyes open with surprising force, and the tingling abruptly stopped. My throat opened and my muscles relaxed. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I thought. My vision was obscured with gray swirls and a shadow loomed close. It spoke.
"Bella?" its intensely relieved, silken voice called out.
"I'm dead," my equally smooth voice replied.
"No, Bella," its hopeful voice answered, " Can you see me?"
"I'm dead," I declared again.
"No, Bella," it repeated, " Are you okay?"
"NO! I'm dead!" I screamed at it, " I'm dead! DEAD!"
I bolted off of the surface and in the sudden dizziness that overcame me, the shadows cleared. I was in a room, Edward's room. With Edward. With his voice.
In the moment it took for me to take this in, the shadows replaced Edward and his glowing skin. Realization replaced the scene. I was not dead -- I was immortal…
"No…" my weak voice whispered. I desperately needed the shadows to clear. I needed to get out of here. I panicked -- and ran.
I ran to the first place I knew. Home.
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Sorry, I know its short, but I needed to put something up.
I don't like the name of my story so if you put in a review say what I should change the name to. Thanks