This is sloppy and something that just needed to get out. Sorry for the mistakes. But i dont think it matters since there arent any reviews indicating i have readers-_-
I'll save myself the embarrassment and just say Happy Independence Day my fellow Americans!:)
A/N: I own nothing.
BPOV
It was almost as if I had traveled back in time.
I could feel my mother caressing my neck with dizzy circles and twists, just like she used to when I was younger.
Her fingertips would dance along my neck and into my hair every night before bed. With those countless nights in mind, I could not be mistaken when thinking I was back to that special place when I felt those same soft strokes upon my neck. But then something else clicked.
My head felt like hundreds of daggers were taking countless jabs at it. I couldn't move and I didn't know if I could even if I wanted to.
I was definitely not in the comforts of a warm bed, that's for sure. There was pain, not centered on anywhere specific, but it was there, Everywhere.
It existed and held me captive in this unresponsive state. It was like I was detached, apart from my body, unable to take any form of action.
I remained like this for what seemed like days, but for all it could have been seconds. Then something else happened.
The stroking stopped, and I could feel an absence of sorts around me. There was this numbing sensation spreading throughout my body now.
I couldn't see or hear, but I could feel it slowly taking me over, dragging me down. It felt like I was being forced under water, ice chilling water, held down by an undeniable force. I couldn't muster any strength to try and fight it. I was slipping farther away now.
It could have been hours or even seconds where I would come in and out of consciousness. Each time I resurfaced, I wanted to know when it would finally end. I wanted to spring up from wherever I was and be free of this trapped body.
Yet, each time I would find some of the even infinitesimal bits of strength still left somewhere in me, I would somehow fall right back into the numbing black hole. I just needed something, anything to push me, to motivate me to come alive, to fight this slow death.
So now I want to live? I'd say poor timing for this little revelation considering my current situation, or rather my impending doom. I wanted to stay.
I didn't want to leave, but I sure as hell didn't want to stay in this cage I felt myself locked away in. It was to my utter surprise when I heard it. Well, heard anything at all.
I still couldn't see, but somehow, I was now more aware of what was going on around me. I heard the gravel crunch a few feet away from where my head laid. The fact that I now knew I was out of my car and lying on the floor scared me. I had no idea where I was. But just as I thought that, everything came rushing back to me.
Visions I didn't want to see. Those eyes, blood everywhere, my mother's cries, running, my car, Forks, the rain, Him standing in the road, the crash, the drifting away…
It all came screaming back at me, and in that moment I resurfaced. My Eyes wretched open as I took in the massive breath I had been longing for. I was gasping for air; there just wasn't enough of it. My eyes were open but they saw nothing.
I was coming to terms that I was now awake and alive. I should have been more alert but I just couldn't catch my breath. With the rigorous movements of my lungs, I soon became aware of the severe pain in my ribs. From the intensity of the pain I knew they were broken.
The pain was just so maddening I couldn't tell if my body still remained in one piece. I listened intently on everything around me. Trying to gauge what was going on. When I still couldn't catch my breath I became aware that the rain was still falling down on me in fierce sheets drowning me as I gasped for air. I managed to sit myself up, but as I did so, I became strikingly aware of the massive gash on my abdomen right under my ribs that was bleeding profusely.
Good thing for the rain, it had washed away the smell of blood that would have surely knocked me back out. It dawned on me the severity of my condition. I was all fucked up. Instead of staring at the gash, I thought it be best to scope out my surroundings.
Because of the rain, nothing really made sense. My breaths soon became vicious pants as I tried harder to breathe and not panic. But that's exactly what I did. I panicked. And by hearing that dark chuckle coming from behind me, I knew he enjoyed it.
Sooo it was sloppy, indeed. And a tad bit short. Sorry. But please READ and REVIEW, i beg beg beg. hmph. well im off to see the fireworks:)