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Seventeen
BPOV-
I remembered talking with Alice, and telling her not to change me. But now, I was regretting that decision. Surely this was what it felt like to die, it must have been! Being changed could surely not feel this badly! At first, it wasn't so bad. It was just…like coming inside a nice warm house after being out in the snow too long. Where your limbs are so cold, your skin gets hot as it warms back up. But then, it quickly turned into the fiery pits of hell twice over.
I was vaguely aware of Edward's angelic voice coming from somewhere in the darkness, telling me to hold on. Pleading with me to hang on, that it would be over soon. It was then that I resolved myself to not screaming anymore. I allowed myself small whimpers, and there was no way I could control the shaking and trembling my body was doing, but I would not scream while Edward was there. It was vital to not let him know how badly this hurt me. Had I said that before? I couldn't remember…the end must be near. Strange. I always thought that when I died, my life would flash before my eyes. I'd come to dream of seeing Edward flashing through my mind as I died, but instead…it seemed I was forgetting.
At that moment, I focused all of my energy into remembering everything I possibly could before it was too late. I was intent on remembering Ed…Edward! And Alice, and the rest of the Cullens! I could not forget them! I could not forget the love of my life. I wouldn't forget…um…what was his name? No! No! No! Damn it! Remember Bella! Edward! Yes! Remember Edward, and the meadow! Oh, the meadow. How we played hide and seek almost every day. And we had to play by the rules he'd made up to make it fair. I smiled internally remembering the last day we'd spent there. How I had technically tricked him by sitting in the middle of the clearing, while he searched the woods.
Had it not been for Alice, he wouldn't have found me for awhile. And I remembered our dinner that night. There were some not so great moments, but the majority of it was wonderful. His smile, oh how I loved his smile! It was my favorite part…I screamed. I couldn't help it. The pain was getting too intense! I tried to clamp my mouth shut, tried to block the fire, tried desperately to ignore the pain!
"Bella, its okay, love. Scream, scream as much as you'd like. If it helps, scream non stop. I don't care. Don't hold it in just because you're worried about me." The most beautiful, silken voice I'd ever heard whispered lovingly into my ear. Who was this angel speaking to me? I must be close; surely he was an angel from heaven. Oh, please God let me close to the end! I couldn't bear much more of this agony!
It lasted for hours, day's maybe. I wasn't sure really. I just know it felt like forever, and then suddenly it was over. As fast as it had come, it was gone. Finally! My throat felt funny, and there was a slight pressure in my chest I hadn't remembered before, but I felt…great! I felt alive, free, light as a feather. I slowly opened my eyes, afraid of what I'd see, and discovered that I was alone. Strange. I could have sworn I heard voices. I got up, and noticed easily I'd stood. It was as if I were walking on air, I couldn't feel my own weight. Was that normal? I looked around and noticed for the first time I was what appeared to be a bedroom. To my left was a couch, facing a wall of floor to ceiling windows.
Immediately, I walked over to them, and peered outside. The distance I could see was ridiculous. I could see the miniscule amounts of moisture on the tiniest leaves of the trees, not to mention how far I could see. And my hearing! There was a blue jay at least two miles away (a/n:just go with it okay? Thanks). How was this even possible? I also heard several voices, talking quickly, trying to whisper and failing miserably. Everything seemed…so much different than I remembered. Wait…wasn't I supposed to be dead? Was this hell? Surely not…I mean, where was the fire everyone talked about, and the misery, and the…devil? Maybe this was heaven…but that didn't seem right either.
"Bella! You're awake!" An extremely short, black haired…pixie looking creature chirped at me. I'm sure my face must have shown my confusion, but she proceeded as if she'd known me our entire lives. Had she? She seems familiar, but…I couldn't place her. "I know you must be confused, of course you would be, and I'm sure you're thirsty you have to be thirsty. You look just the same as before, only…prettier maybe? I don't know…that sounds horrible doesn't it? I'm sorry, I don't mean it that way, you were always pretty just now you're…"
"Who are you?" I snapped, cutting her off finally. I mean, if she was going to ramble on about how I was…prettier than before she could at least tell me her name. Wait. "What do you mean prettier than before? Before what exactly?" I asked, crossing my arms. Her tinkling laughter filled the room as she plopped down onto the bed. She patted the spot next to her, I assume inviting me to sit with her….yeah right. I cocked my brow, and shook my head no. I wasn't sitting next to a stranger.
"I'm Alice, Alice Cullen. You'll remember don't worry. I meant before your… ahh…change. There's much to discuss, Bella, please have a seat." She answered quickly, patting the bed again. I shook my head again. I didn't know if I could trust her yet, and I wasn't about to sit within grabbing distance. I heard footsteps, and turned towards the door. A few seconds later, four other people walked in. The only other female was a tall blonde, bombshell…what? There was no other word for her. She put the best looking supermodels to shames. She also looked like a bitch. (A/N: I couldn't resist.)
There was a tall, burly, muscular guy standing next to her, protecting her maybe? Another blonde next to him, who looked strangely like the girl. Twins maybe? He seemed to be…observing me quite closely. Odd. The guy next to him took my breath away. I felt like I should know him from somewhere, I just wasn't sure where. He was…godly. Golden eyes that could swallow me up in a heartbeat, and unruly bronze colored hair I was so tempted to run my fingers through I almost took a step. Almost. He was looking at me expectantly, and that just proved my point further. I should know these people. So, the million dollar question, why didn't I?