Lost Sun ~ A Twilight Fan-Fic

Chapter 2: Waking Up

Author's Note: If you've read this far, I may be your least favorite author by now. If not, welcome back, I'm glad you're still reading. 

Some of the lines here are also short bits and pieces from New Moon. I promise it's just that and after chapter 4 I'm done. Well... There are are actually some in the following chapters, but it's gonna take a while for me to use S.M.'s original text again. Once again, the bold lines have been written by S.M. and not from me. I do not own them and I do not own the characters she created in the original saga.

Lots of love,

Nessie

Chapter 2: Waking Up

At that moment, my head broke the surface.

How disorienting. I'd been sure I was sinking. The current wouldn't let up. It was slamming me against more rocks; they beat against the center of my back sharply, rhythmically, pushing the water from my lungs. It gushed out in amazing volume, absolute torrents pouring from my mouth and nose. The salt burned and my lungs burned and my throat was too full of water to catch a breath and the rocks were hurting my back. Somehow I stayed in one place, though the waves still heaved around me. I couldn't see anything but water everywhere, reaching for my face.

"Breathe!" a voice, wild with anxiety, ordered, and I felt a cruel stab of pain when I recognized the voice–because it wasn't Edward's.

I could not obey. The waterfall pouring from my mouth didn't stop long enough for me to catch a breath. The black, icy water filled my chest, burning. The rock smacked into my back again, right between my shoulder blades, and another volley of water choked its way out of my lungs.

"Breathe, Bella! C'mon!" someone begged.

Black spots bloomed across my vision, getting wider and wider, blocking out the light.

The rock struck me again.

The rock wasn't cold like the water; it was hot on my skin. I realized it was someone's hand, trying to beat the water from my lungs. The iron bar that had dragged me from the sea was also… warm… My head whirled, the black spots covered everything…

Was I dying again, then? I didn't like it–this wasn't as good as the last time. It was only dark now, nothing worth looking at here. The sound of the crashing waves faded into the black and became a quiet, even whoosh that sounded like it was coming from the inside of my ears…

"Bella?" he asked, his voice still tense, but not as wild as before. "Bells, can you hear me?"

The contents of my head swished and rolled sickeningly, like they'd joined the rough water…

I was so cold now that I couldn't feel much besides the heat of his body as he held me carefully above the waves and the soreness of my back. It seemed as though the current was dragging against my legs, not willing to quit, but they had been numb and I might have been imagining it.

My vision was blurry and my eyes stung from the salty water, but I could recognize some details. The sky was dark; I could only see in a short distance but as I stared wearily, a spark of color caught my unfocused eyes–a small flash of fire was dancing on the black water, far out in the bay. The image made no sense, and I wondered how conscious I really was. My head swirled with the memory of the black, churning water–of being so lost that I couldn't find up or down. So lost… I could see I wasn't in the water anymore. I was in some sort of underwater cave.