black hole sun

XIII. Somebody Get Me A Doctor

The closer the battle came the more nervous Alice became and the further she strayed away. It was hidden to everyone but you, every touch every step towards you was different. A fearful look followed her no matter where you had stood or sat, not even Jasper was able to ease the tension formed between the pair of you. Jacob had become almost stuck to your side since that night, he often stayed in your room as you attempted to sleep. You'd find yourself unable to move when he left, a physical exhaustion that forced you into a world that existed only as dread and unadulterated terror.

It was intriguing, you felt such fear it was overwhelming sickening. Though the emotional drainage only made it easier to perform, magic came almost as a second nature. It was a price to be paid perhaps, to be able to stand a chance against the newborns. Feeling the chills that came with the presence of the Cullens befell you. It was Rosalie, her steps were light but her footfall was only a bit heavier than that of Alice they held confidence and a sense of pride.

"What's wrong Rosalie?" You said without turning to face her but when you did her face held a great deal of sadness, she grimaced as she breathed in. Standing up from your place on the chair you picked up the book from your desk.

"Alice. They didn't want to tell you." Rosalie's worry made its way into her voice, her beauty did not cease, if anything the emotion made her more beautiful.

"I know. Well, not what about, but the oath of silence." You put the book down holding open your place. Her hair was riled up, possibly from the run here, it was obvious that she would've been crying if it was possible. You felt guilty for a fate you'd not been disclosed, "Rosalie, what is it?" You hesitated before taking a step forward with a hand held out to her. It felt oddly reminiscent of something you couldn't put your hands on.

"You can't fight with us." Rosalie's tension reminded you of her immortality.

"Rosalie we are way past that." You edged as you pointed at her to sit, but she began to pace before you.

"They haven't told you what you have to lose." She was angry and you weren't able to comfort her. "You can't do this." She continued to pace and avoided your gaze, you felt small.

"Am I going to die?" You ask her, it was something that had plagued your thoughts when you were unable to move. As you laid paralyzed you couldn't help but wonder if it would be the way you'd die. Unable to move, unable to feel anything but anxiety and desolation of fear.

She stopped, the words had halted her mid-step and she looked hopeless for a fraction of a second before she waved for you to sit. You couldn't move, a chill ran down your spine far more sinister than anything the Cullens had ever produced by their presence. She stepped towards you, it was then she hesitated when a laugh came from you. It was the opposite of any laugh, it held no negativity or mirth it was daunting.

"Rosalie, dying isn't the worst thing in this world." You sigh and picked up the book, death scared you it was human to be scared of dying. You've lost your parents and the only person you'd leave completely alone would be Ames, it's came to you many times at night that you were supposed to have been with your mother and father. You were supposed to be in that car but you had been annoyed, you didn't want to be in the car with your parents after being denied the ability to go to the dance with some friends. You smiled softly at Rosalie, "I won't run away not from fate." You wanted to be strong and be able to fight, to make you parents proud. There was a displeasured look in her features and she wanted to say something.

"Sometimes there's things worse than just a lifetime." Her gaze met yours and it was the first time you've felt dread outside of night terrors and paralysis.

"No." You muttered as your stomach turned, it was possible to have a fate worse than death, far longer than a lifetime. Your stomach heaved and you were reminded again of your mortality as you ran past her out the door into the bathroom. Rosalie's cool hands held your hair out of your face and removed your glasses. The coolness of her hands further made you retch, it wasn't her fault but it didn't help your sickness.