Bea |
Member since Dec 2007
Jul 13 2009 at 9:59 AM wrote
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If it weren't tainted with betrayal, that night would have been the best of my life. I sat with Seth talking about anything and everything, there was no point trying to hold back any more. I was going when the opportunity next arose, and I decided I didn't care how hurt I was going to be. For now I had to make the most of the precious, fleeting moments we had left together. When the sun began to filter in through the window, we just lay back, in each others arms. Watching the forest move with the wind. Soon his regular breathing told me he was asleep, and I put my face to his shoulder and closed my eyes, matching my breathing to his. It was so calming, and I found myself almost oblivious to the world around me. Only when I heard, from far away, the sounds of a little girl talking to her parents, and the laughter of a happy family, that I was jerked out of my paradise, and pulled once more into the pit of despair that I felt opening up around me. I pulled myself closer to Seth, trying to drag myself away from the gaping hole that was clawing away at my soul. Faces flashed in my memory. Samson, Renesmee, Seth, Edward, Bella, Jacob...I saw once more those distraught figures from Alice's vision. and I curled up into a ball. Trying to smother those visions that had poisined my momentary joy.
My body convulsed, and I was shocked. Things like that didn't happen any more. I leapt from the bed and flattened myself against the wall. Seth stirred a little, but didn't wake. I convulsed again, and sank into a crouch. Now without control of my body.
"This can't be happening," I thought to myself, "This is human stuff. What the Hell is happening to me?" Suddenly I ws shaking, the same way I would if I had been crying. My stomanch lurched as if I was going to be sick, and felt like I wanted to scream. Then my vision was red. I couldn't see anything but red. I clutched my knees and closed my eyes tight. When I opened them, I could see again, but now I could feel something hot againt my cheek. I touched it, and found it was wet, this was odd. I couldn't cry. Then I looked at my hand and felt the urge to scream again. Crimson blood was covering my fingertips where I'd touched my face. I touched my face with the other hand and withdrew it to see that it too, was covered in blood. I rushed to the mirror on the other side of the room and looked at my reflection. Two lines of brilliant red blood were streaked down my face, and when I looked down I saw two spots on my white jersey. My body, when faced with the emotional upheaval, had drawn the only liquid found in my body to my dry tear ducts.