Time stopped.
Edward
could
see
the
shiny
metal
grille
on
the
front
of
the
huge
truck.
Its
red
paint
glinted
in
the
sun,
its
immense
black
wheels
turning
dust
on
the
road.
As the seconds began to slowly tick by, the truck got closer and closer.
Edward knew he was at the end of his life.
The blood from his nose covered his white shirt with a cherry-coloured stain.
The truck came closer.
Edward shut his eyes, waiting for impact.
He heard a scream, somewhere far off...and then like the whole atmosphere had turned to concrete and fallen on his legs, a searing pain shot up Edward's body and he knew no more.
:-+-:
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Edward woke.
Beep.
The only thing he saw was blackness.
Beep.
He opened his eyes. Still black.
Beep.
Then he closed them again, and he could see the whole room, clear as if he was looking at a high-definition photograph through a magnifying glass.
He opened his eyes, and there the blackness was gone too. Instead of a crystal-clear image, he could tell where things were hotter and where things were colder. It was as if he had heat-sensitive eyes.
On a sudden instinct, he tried opening his eyes while his eyes were open. The result: normal human vision. For the next three or so minutes, Edward toyed with his new eyes, taking in the hospital room he was lying in.
A sterile table sat to a corner. A desk, light and papers were on the opposite wall. Edward's bed jutted out into the middle of the room. His wrists were attached to a sensor, and along with his forehead and neck, wires were fed into a screen that beeped every few seconds, monitoring his heartbeat. There were no windows, and a grey door was near the desk. It was completely silent.
Beep.
Suddenly, the door burst open and two arguing men rushed into the room. Edward closed his eyes, using the crystal-clear vision to watch the men. To his surprise, Edwrd was able to zoom up on the men using his high-definition vision.
The first man was young, with a head of short, curly yellow hair. He was short and well-built, but not overweight. The second man look like he could be the first man's grandfather. He was very, very tall, almost stooping against the low ceilings and he was bald, other than a few wisps of white hair like cotton above his ears.
Edward coughed.
The men looked at him and smiled.
"Welcome back, Mr. Cullen." The older one said.
YAY!!
Second chapter...done!! :)
look, im sorry the chapters are short, its just so is my patience so i like keeping them short.
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NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE cool I PROMISE!!
-Traveling Teen
