Chapter 3, it's a bit shorter than the other 2 chapters, but it has a lot more action. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer

I didn't know how much time was passing but I was pretty sure it had been around three or four years. Four long years of torture. I might not mind as much if the visions started dissapating but they didn't, they came more and more frequently and usually left me screaming. The darkness didn't bother me as much anymore. It was like a cave, a haven to heal from my most recent shock, a place to strain my mind and try and remember--but remember what? I didn't know if I had any life at all before the dark. My dark haven provided me food, but stale hard bread and iron water did little to help. My growth process was obviously stunted, but so what? When was anyone other than the beautiful doctor and rough handed nurse ever going to see me. My hair had grown back but it was taking so long to grow. Did hair need food to grow too? But it was down about to my chin and that I thanked God for, maybe that was a blessing from him.

One night laying on my cot a familiar blackness washed over my eyes, and I welcomed it: something else to see other than the black. My vision showed a man a gorgeous as my doctor but much younger, he had short cropped light brown hair, and black menacing eyes. Suddenly, he stiffened his nostrils flared and he turned and ran towards a large majesticaly built building, to small to be called a castle. The mans teeth were barred and a snarl ripped through the air. He moved at impossible speed towards the place, which I could now see had the words: Mississippi State Insane Asylum etched along the front. Black covered my vision again and I opened my eyes gasping, because even though I had no idea if this was real I was sure he was coming for me.

The next few weeks were pure torture every minute of every day I was sure I would hear a growl and the door would be ripped open and the handsome black eyed man would be standing there, ready to kill me. Maybe he was the angel of death come to take me away, all angels were pretty why couldn't the death angel be pretty too? I would welcome death but I wouldn't welcome more pain.

One night, or I assumed it was night because I was sleeping, the door burst open, I screamed, he was finally here, adrenaline rushed through my body as I prepared to die. But with a closer look it wasn't the brown haired man, but the handsome doctor. Without a word he glided in and scooped me up.

"Don't say anything" he whispered so silently I wasn't sure if he'd even spoken at all. I was too terrified to speak anyway. With me still in his arms he moved at superhuman speed down hallways I'd never even seen before. The speed was dissorienting and I closed my eyes, only to open them a minute later when I felt breeze on my face, breeze! I hadn't felt wind in the longest time, and inhaled gratefully, the outside air smelled of pine needles and rain, the asylum smelled of blood and antiseptics.

My savior and torturer, I remembered, brought me to a clearing in the woods, and layed me down on the grass.

"I'll explain everything in a short time. But you are in danger now." he must know about the other person, the one that had stalked my nightmares for weeks. He bent down, took my hand, and raised it like he was going to kiss it. Maybe he was going to kiss it because his ice cold lips brushed my skin, and then something sharp dug into my hand. I cried out in alarm, but he pulled his mouth away and brushed the hair out of my face.

"You'll understand everything soon." was his last words to me, before a pain worse than the shock therapy started. I was on fire, and it started at my hand, engulfing my fingertips and moving up my arm. I shrieked at him to stop it, to put out the flame before it was too late, but he just sat there with a small smile on his face, stroking my face now and then.

I was lost in my own world the next few days, although it felt like an eternity, the fire consumed every inch of my body, my own personal hell. I shrieked untill my breath came in gasps and my throat was raw. When I cracked my eyes open to see if I was really in hell, the doctor was gone, and the brown haired man was there, but before I could close my eyes he vanished too. I couldn't think through the pain as to what this meant, all I knew was that everywhere on my body an excrutiating conflageration was upon me and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

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