𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | "I've never had a place to call home. Now I'm starting to realize home doesn't have to be four walls, it can be people too."
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...
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𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠-𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘙
(the cursed witch, act one)
AS NINA DRIFTED, SHE DREAMED.
Where she floated, under the dark water, she heard the happiest sound her mind could conjure up — as beautiful, as uplifting, as it was ghastly. It was another snarl; a deeper, wilder roar that rang with fury.
She was brought back, almost to the surface, by a sharp pain slashing her upraised hand, but she couldn't find her way back far enough to open her eyes.
And then Nina knew she was dead. Because, through the heavy water, she heard the sound of an angel calling her name, calling her to the only heaven she wanted.
"Oh no, Nina, no!" The angel's voice cried in horror.
Behind that longed-for sound was another noise — an awful tumult that her mind shied away from. A vicious bass growling, a shocking snapping sound, and a high keening, suddenly breaking off...
She tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead. "Nina, please! Nina, listen to me, please, please, Nina, please!" He begged.
Yes, she wanted to say. Anything. But she couldn't find her lips.
"Carlisle!" The angel called, agony in his perfect voice. "Nina, darling, no, oh please, no, no!" And the angel was sobbing tearless, broken sobs.
The angel shouldn't weep, it was wrong. Nina tried to find him, to tell him everything was fine, but the water was so deep, it was pressing on her, and she couldn't breathe.
There was a point of pressure against her head. It hurt. Then, as that pain broke through the darkness to her, other pains came, stronger pains. She cried out, gasping, breaking through the dark pool.
"Nina!" The angel cried.
"She's lost some blood, but the head wound isn't deep," A calm voice informed her.
"Watch out for her leg, it's broken."
A howl of rage strangled on the angel's lips.
Nina felt a sharp stab in her side and took in a deep intake of air. This couldn't be heaven, could it? There was too much pain for that.
"Some ribs, too, I think," The methodical voice continued. But the sharp pains were fading. There was a new pain, a scalding pain in her hand that was overshadowing everything else.
Someone was burning her.
"Edward." She tried to tell him, but her voice was so heavy and slow. She couldn't even understand herself.
"Nina, you're going to be fine. Can you hear me, Nina? I love you."
"Edward," She tried again. Her voice was a little clearer.
