Dying

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

My fathers voice shouted from the kitchen doorway. He dropped the box he was holding and began in my direction.

"Noth-no--nothing." I stumbled.

He was picking up pace.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

I started to run up the stairs and his hand snatched my left ankle, pulling it out from underneath of me. My body and head smashed forward and a large thud rang through the house and bounced around my ears. I lifted my head with my eyes half closed. Blood dripped from my nose and forehead, covering the floor in a red mess. My right hand touched the cut and felt its depth, I wanted to puke. But he began to pull. My hands jolted out and grabbed the bars of the railing. My grip was tight, trying the lift my body upward, to escape him, but he wasn't going to let go. I began kicking my right leg.

After about ten minutes, I was going to give up.

If this kick doesn't work, then I'm giving up, its not worth fighting.

With the next kick there was a muffled noise and my ankle was released. I scrambled to my feet and up the stairs. Once in my room I slammed the door and flung my body against it.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"LET ME IN!" my father screamed.

When he left my mother came. I was losing consciousness, from loss of blood. The wound on my head was still dripping onto my cloths. When I thought the noise had stopped and they had left me behind I fell to the floor. I moved my left leg to crawl and the door flung open, my right leg still in place between it and the wall.

A cracking sound filled the room, then my muffled scream broke out. Sobs broke out and I clutched my shoulders, my nails making small cuts.

Her hand moved from my mouth and across my face.

And across my face.

"Shut-up!"

And again.

"Please just leave me alone." I managed to cry.

She grabbed my hair and pulled up so the side of her face pressed gently by my ear.

"I told you to leave and you came back. That was a stupid mistake." she whispered.

"Please…just leave me alone." I choked.

She didn't answer, just pulled. She pulled and hit and soon my body gave up. I couldn't feel anything. I was in shut down mode.

The time passed and my eyes closed themselves.

The last thing I heard was the door shut.

It was black. Everything had no color. No light. I was dead, or close to it. It felt nice and calm. No pain entered or escaped my thoughts. I was finally at peace.

Then a cold point ran up my leg and grew as it tucked under my waist. When it lifted my body, my leg moved and a huge pain ran through me and escaped from my mouth. I was placed back down and the coldness surrounded my face.

My breathing was deep from pain.

"Julia!" a chiming voice called out in a symphony. "I'm sorry."

"Edward. It hurts." I said weaving in and out of consciousness.

"I know." he whisper slowly. "If I could take the pain away now, I would. Trust me."

"I do." I wanted to cry.

He clutched my shoulders and brought me close to his chest. I didn't hear a heart beat. He was dead too. We were both dead in my dream. In my heaven.

"Julia." he breathed.

"Yes."

"Do me a favor."

"Anything…."

"Cry."

"Why?"

"You need to cry. For a good reason. Please just cry."

It all came out. I was clutching his shirt, sobbing, and I didn't think I could stop. I'd never noticed how much I kept in. How much I needed to cry.

He pushed me away some when I was finishing. He looked down, and small smile showing his glistening teeth.

"See? All better."

It then hit me. What Edward was to me. Why he didn't affect me like he did other girls. Why he could make me smile. Why he could make me feel safe. He was like my older brother. Just like the kids at the park.

"I'll always keep you safe. If that's what you want, I'll be your shelter. Your brother. I'm going to take you away now. I'm going help. In the one way I can…"

This was the best heaven ever.

"Carlisle."

It was dark. I wasn't in the same place. This place was cold and comfortable. People were talking lowly. I could barely make out their words.

"Edward, she's lost to much blood. She isn't going to be here much longer."

"You can't do anything?" he sounded hopeless.

"There's only one thing Edward."

"No."

"Then I can't do anything. It's your choice."

There was a long pause. I didn't care. I was going to die. That was all I could hope for now. Death was something that never came when wanted, and I was getting tired of waiting.

"Do it." the silence was broken.

"Are you sure."

Another pause.

"Yes, do it.

Cold grips grabbed my hands and pinned them down. This was it. They were putting me out of my misery. There was a deep pinching on my chest, near my heart. It hurt, like hell. I couldn't help but scream. I tried tossing, tried to move, but the grip was to hard.

My pulse raced in the head and a massive heat jolted through my small body. My eyes flung open and landed on Edwards smooth figure. He was holding me down.

Just him.

I scanned him with my eyes. Picking up everything. He had blood on his chest and arms and looked more ghostly than I'd ever seen him. Then deep, deep in his eyes I could see myself. Moving without my will, only pain.

Instantly, I froze. I couldn't move. My whole body went numb and began freezing over. He bent in low. His eyes questioned and apologized.

"What did you do to me?" I whispered, then fell out into a mass of nothing.