A/N: Hey all! This is a little longer than the previous chapters and 2 POV's. GET YOUR TISSUES READY!

Due to the angsty nature of this fic, and my school/family priorities, it's been difficult to write for this. This is currently unbeta'd, so all mistakes including bad/confusing phrasing are mine.

Chapter Six

BPOV

There's a whisper on the wind of sounds I can't make out. Is it the birds chirping, the claws of squirrels running up trees, or maybe just the leaves on the branches swaying to wind flowing through them? I don't know what it is, but it sounds … beautiful. I can't remember what the word – beautiful – means, but it just feels right.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Why do I just feel heavy and immoveable, yet weightless and floating all at once? How is that possible? Why do I feel like I need to be doing something important, but I can't find the will to care? Why do I physically hurt? Why do I have so many questions and no answers?

The whispers become louder, easier to distinguish. Then they're no longer whispers, but talking. I try to move to seek out the source, but I can't; I'm not sure I know how. More talking, loud voices, and other noises rage on, but my body still won't move. It's getting closer, but never close enough.

"I've found a third!" I hear from somewhere around me. More noise and words, closer this time, but still not close enough. When the crunching stops, muffled words that sound like "not breathing," "no pulse," and "dead" penetrate my ears.

Oh, that poor person. Well, I assume they're talking about a person. Wait … what does that mean for me? Is that why I can't move? Is my body dead and my soul is trapped somewhere between this life and the next? I don't even know where in this world my body is.

I can't think. I don't want to think about this anymore.

I lie here and clear my mind of all these questions. Instead, I try to concentrate on what's happening around me. The slightest tremor under me as the earth is disturbed from above; the words of the people who sound tired, but determined to get in and whatever out; the scent of clean air as the wind blows it in from the new openings. They find another – Alice, I think is the name. I see them this time, breaking through the top and dropping down to the body. The man looks her over, touches her somewhere near her head, and then calls up that she's also dead.

Alice. I think I know that name, but I'm not sure from where. An image of a red shape that has two round bumps next to each other over a downward point and a rabbit quickly flash in my mind.

Another person drops down and places some cards with numbers down. Bright, flashes of light appear repeatedly. It's so bright, I start to see black dots in my line of sight. I try to squeeze my eyes closed, but I just can't.

Come on, body! Wake up!

The flashes of light trigger another set of images: a box the color of the day sky, a red-tipped finger with a shiny stone passing over it and a squeal in the air. It feels important, yet I don't know why.

I'm not sure how much time passes before I finally hear the destruction of the ceiling above me. Dirt falls on and around me, letting in light from outside and a gust of fresh air. The sudden onslaught of something so beautiful does something to me, kick-starting my brain and senses. My eyes close tightly, then snap open as my lungs decide I need more of this amazing air. Unfortunately, the rest of me still won't work.

There's a thud from a person landing in my space. Hands move my hair away from my skin before they press their fingers onto my neck.

"A pulse," I hear whispered, then louder, "I have a pulse! She's alive! Get me oxygen and a med board in here now!"

There's a flurry of activity after that, including the image of a broken, yet relieved man with green eyes. Something inside me stirs and I ache for him. I wonder who he was here for?

**IT**

EPOV

Alice is dead.

My little sister is gone.

We were too late; I was too late to save her. If only we had been here maybe a day earlier…

Sitting down on the ground, I bury my face in my hands, and cry.

What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to tell our parents and friends that the always happy and positive woman they knew won't ever be able to brighten our days again? She'll never meet her Prince Charming, get married and have children. She'll never throw another over-the-top birthday party and she'll never walk down the aisle as the Maid of Honor at mine and Bella's wedding next Fall.

Four bodies have been found: Angela Weber, Eric Yorkie, Leah Clearwater, and Alice. Hope of finding my fiancé alive evaporated a little more with each one.

From what I've heard, the cold temperatures accelerate rigor mortis, making it difficult to tell the exact time frame of death. In normal conditions, it can start two to six hours after the final breath and be complete four to six hours later. Remembering the research of this death stuff I did on a whim makes me feel sick.

"Mr. Cullen?" I look up to find someone from the medical team. "I'm sorry to have to ask you this, but since you're the only one of the family here and we don't want to wait too long, I need you to verify your sister's body."

I shake my head, "What? No. Are you serious?!" He apologizes again, but says that it needs to be done. I hang my head and shake it. "Fine. Okay."

I get up and walk with him. Part of me still hopes they were mistaken in everything and that she was never taken so it's not her. But a bigger part of me knows that she would never just run away and never talk to anyone. We reach the spot where her body lies, covered in the black body bag. He pulls back the top, uncovering her sweet face. She looks so dirty and thinner than I thought she'd ever look and… I walk away as quickly as I can and vomit next to a tree. When I've composed myself, I walk back over and confirm that it is indeed Alice, the twenty-one-year-old daughter of Dr. Carlisle and Esme Cullen.

I barely register the voice of one of the volunteers yelling. I'm quickly brought out of my clouded mind when more people make their way to the new spot and I see the oxygen and IV equipment. Someone's alive. I pray that it's Bella, for I don't know how I can live in a world where both my sister and the love of my life don't exist.

I wait on bated breath for the words I need to hear.

Minutes later, which feels like fucking forever, the medical board is lifted and there she is.

Finally.

A/N: *cries all the tears*