DISCLAIMER: I don't own aaaany of this stuuf
AN: im sooo happy to be able to write this as it means I can rewatch the movies and see the hottie Robert petterson isn't he sexy
CHAPTER 3
When I awoke – and I couldn't even be sure I was awake – I awoke to searing pain, pain that was so blinding that I could barely breathe, barely think, barely move; it was as if my blood had turned to fire and I was burning, and all of a sudden all I could think of was my parents' accident, their death, their horrible, horrible death – when I was four, my parents' car was hit by a fire-truck on the winding roads of my small home-town, and they died in the resulting blaze; I just survived, but my face will be scarred forever – I awlways knew that no-one would ever love me, although I had no shortage of stalkers who were willing to bully me in my old schools – I remember it all as if it were yesterday, although at that moment yesterday wasn't too clear to me, what with the blinding awful pain and the agony I was in; it really made me think about things – I had to cling to some hope, hope that in a perfect world, one we've never known, we would never need to face the world alone – they can have the world, we'll create our own – I may not be brave or strong or smart, but somewhere in my secret heart I know that love will find a way – it has to – but flashes of happiness like that are rare moments of light amidst the darkness of my life, I don't know how I've gotten through so long – and oh, the pain was unbearable – I had no idea whether it took hours, seconds, weeks, but eventually it began to fade, and slowly, surely, I woke up and opened my eyes to see – that same pair of iridescent eyes; they were beautiful pools of gold glowing above me, filled to the brim with care – and pain – I just knew whoever was behind those beautiful orbs had a tortured soul – but a sparkling soul – I just knew that whoever this angel was, his heart was full of kindness; I reached up, and my hand met skin as cold as freshly formed glass, and just as strong and perfect – I vaguely heard a voice asking something, but I was still in pain and I was too groggy to understand what this angel was talking about; somehow, the sound around me seemed too sharp for me to understand – it was almost painful, I could have heard the sound of a wasp buzzing a mile away – as my eyes cleared, I found that I could suddenly see incredibly clearly - I could pick out every speck on the windows, every fibre in the carpet, every eyelash surrounding those perfect eyes; my heart was beating wildly, and I could hear that too.
And I was hungry.