Emmett's POV (continued)-

The fires of hell licked my skin; my screams pierced the still air. It was all too much to bear. It took all of what was left of my depleted energy to open my latched together eyes. As my eyes slowly slid open another scream tore through my burning throat. The ungodliness of the whole experience was broken by the spell of the angel hovering above me. He eyes were fashioned of honey shining upon her marble face. The charm of her beauty shattered like broken glass as the anguish inside my gave another fierce tug; forcing my eyes together once more.

"How much longer," sang a soprano voice.

"About a day," came a deeper, calmer voice.

I jumped at the sound of another's voice. She must have known to for a hand of ice, smooth as glass, feel upon my own as it quivered where it lay.

The rest was a blur of mind numbing pain, screams of death, and the darkest night I had ever struggled through. Time meant nothing. Time didn't exist. The stabbing torture never ceased; it just rolled on through the ever-present blackness that I had long since given up trying to fight.

I could just give in and die. It would be so easy. So much easier than fighting the unimaginable anguish. The though of her, the angel, kept me fighting for what might be. The thought of dieing was dispelled from my mind every time she called my name. My pain was insignificant as I though of her crying out to me in a voice that told of hardships beyond her years. She cried beside me; she begged and prayed for me to stay with her. I tried to ease her burden, but all that left my burned mouth were shrieks of pain.

My heart struggled to beat; becoming sluggish and unsteady. The pain grew impossibly worse. The harder the fire burned - the closer it got to my heart - the less time I had to live.