My body burned. It was horrible. My head, my legs, my arms, my stomach in burning agonising pain.

In my head there were horrible dreams. There were monsters. They were trying to kill Esme and I. I screamed at them but they would not let me be.

My fingers and toes felt like lead.

I could not see.

But I could hear.

Every argument that went on beside my bed. I could hear Carlisle arguing with Esme about the need to hunt for blood and Edward fighting with Esme about the pain she was putting on Carlisle.

I could hear the lullabies she sung me.

Good evening, and good night, with roses adorned, With carnations covered, slip under the covers. Early tomorrow, so God willing, you will wake once again. Early tomorrow, so God willing, you will wake once again. Good evening, and good night. By angels watched, Who show you in your dream the Christ-child's tree. Sleep now peacefully and sweetly, see the paradise in your dream. Sleep now peacefully and sweetly, see the paradise in your dream

Her voice was beautiful and sweet, the one saving grace in my burning hell.