The Twilight Saga Twist

Chapter 25. Waking Up

H-hell-o-o g-guys. I am very nervous right now. But. This is it guys. The FINAL chapter. The end. Oh my goodness. Is it possible to be this nervous??? >< AND I gotta say... If this sucks, it's probably because the anxiety and nervousness had gotten the best of me... So uh yeah... But here's my best shot...? :<

Anyway. This officially marks my very first completed work. And AHHHHH!! I'm freaking out!! It had been a reaaaaally long journey (21 months. To be exact) and whew. So relieved and quite sad to be over with it. :') 

I don't wanna say much first but, uh, I warn you now. You might hate me. Once you finished reading, please read the author's note in the end. You HAVE to. HAVE TO. HAVE TO. HAVE TO. ><

Well, enough rambling and...hope you guys like this. :')

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BELLA

I almost feared that I had gone blind when black was everywhere caging me in. But there I was, in the middle of a dark nowhere, sprawled on a hard ground. I was paralyzed and immobilized--practically like an ice sculpture, literally frozen. I couldn’t even blink. And I was pretty sure I wasn’t breathing. Everything inside me was simply as cold and hard as ice.

Maybe this was death. Maybe this is the afterlife. And all along, I had imagined the Grim Reaper would take me. Or the three Fates that shared one eye would cut my thread of life and my soul would fly to Hades’ “river of souls” as I liked to call it. Like in the Disney version of Hercules I had watched with Lisa, and some kids, through the window of a child’s daycare about a decade ago.

But if this was death, I hated it much more than before. Everything was frustrating. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. I simply couldn’t do anything. Just roaming around randomly and endlessly in no direction was my ultimate wish right then. It just felt like I was plastered on the ground.

And the worst part was, I was alone.

For what felt like eternity, that was just how I was. Lying there frozen. Willing for at least some light to come. Alone with only my memories as a companion. I reminisced each and every moment, good and bad, of my life as far as I could remember. 

The first time I hunted with the Swans.

Aunt Katrina and Uncle Matthew tutoring me and Lisa.

The first time I met James.

When Uncle Matthew made his sacrifice.

The years where there was only the three of us.

The time we met Jason Jenks.

The days, months and years we lived in Seattle with him.

Moving to Forks with Lisa.

And then, meeting the Cullens. Most importantly, Edward.

Inwardly, I sighed in longing. I wanted to see him again, to kiss him, to have his arms around me. I just wanted to be with him. To be with all of my loved ones.

But I couldn’t. Not anymore.

I’ve gone. I’ve left. And everyone, including me, only had our memories together.

And it sucked. Big time. The fact that we could no longer create any more of those memories.

Over one hundred years was definitely not enough.

And that was when something really weird happened.

There were voices in my head, like I was eavesdropping a conversation. And the voices were so damn familiar.