CHAPTER FOUR: Voices
"Bella, wake up," I could hear a voice in the distance but couldn't make out who it belonged to. "Wake up Bella, we've missed you, won't you come back to us?" I had no idea who it belonged to but it was the most beautiful voice I had ever heard in my entire life.
And then another faint and distant voice, this one high pitched and sing songy, "Bella? Are you in there? Come on now, please wake up, you're my very best friend in the whole world and you're like a sister to me!" the owner of the voice exclaimed. How is it possible that I could be this person's best friend and yet have absolutely zero recognition of their voice? That just isn't logical. Nothing was making sense. Number one, I seemed to be trapped in some sort of deep sleep, yet I was still capable of hearing voices around me. Number two, I was feeling completely disoriented, I had no idea where I was or what was going on.
The high pitched voice then spoke up again, but didn't seem to be speaking to me this time, "I don't know about this, my visions are all off. I can't see anything for her anymore. I'm very worried though, she's not waking up and without being able to see any sort of future for her," I could hear her voice shake on the last word and she trailed off without finishing her sentence. Then almost as an afterthought and in such a low whisper you would have to strain to hear it, "Anyway, as I was saying, without being able to foresee anything for her in the future, there's a chance she might not-well, that she might not make it!" It sounded as if she were ready to break out into tears, of course here I was stuck in this half asleep-half awake unconscious stupor, so how could I possibly know if she was crying? And for that matter, why would she be crying? I don't even know who sheis. Or any of the other voices I was hearing vague ramblings from all around me all of a sudden. And what was this talk of visions and foreseeing the future? That seemed a little odd to me as well.
Just then, I felt a cold hand that was as smooth as marble and hard as granite brush against my arm and then grab my hand. And then a cool set of equally smooth and hard lips kissed the top of my hand. "I love you forever Bella. Whether you make it through this or," he broke off his sentence as if he didn't want to finish it, but then continued on in a voice that was on the verge of cracking and breaking and possibly cutting out completely, "Or heaven forbid if this should end badly and you don't make it out of this alive. Either way, live or die, I will love you every last second of forever. I promised you that once and my word was true then and always will be." Then he stopped, seeming to try to regain his composure and then began speaking again in his perfect calm and soothing voice. "But please Bella, please don't leave me. I need you to make it for me if not for yourself. For all of us, for your family. We all love you and can't live without you. I hope you know you mean the world to us all."
The emotion in his voice was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I felt bad for the owner of this beautiful voice who obviously had me mistaken for someone he was in love with. I wanted to reach out and embrace him just to make him feel better. He was obviously hurting badly. I wanted to do something, but I couldn't move my arms or anything else for that matter. All I could do was lay there and listen, trapped inside the darkness of my mind. The two voices I had heard clearly began conversing with others whose voices were much too quiet for me to make out anything they were saying and then before I knew it, the voices were fading and getting farther and farther away until I heard one voice loud and clear, "Bells? Wake up!" It was Jacob, one voice I knew as well as my own,if not better. "Hey clumsy girl, you took quite the spill, are you still in there? Can you answer me?"
Right then, I opened my eyes wide and took in the scenery around me. I was in my kitchen on the floor and I had a killer splitting headache. How on earth did I get here? What the hell had happened to me just now? At that moment I noticed that I had blood running down off my forehead and into my eyes. Oh boy, well that made sense. I had another klutz incident and I must have hit my head right good and hard this time.
With a look of utter relief on his face at the fact that I woke up from my mini coma, Jacob pronounced, "Damn Bells, I think you're gonna need some stitches to heal up that gash on your noggin," and with that, he lifted me up off the floor and into his big warm and loving arms. "Come here Bells, honey, let me get you to a doctor." And on that note, he whisked me away to his car to get me to the nearest hospital.
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