Broken (Twilight Fanfiction)

Chapter 26

Final chapter! Here we go...

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Floating.

That's how I felt right now. I was floating, hovering under the surface of a black sea. My eyes were open, staring to the space above the water's surface, where a silver moon was shining brightly.

I couldn't move as I floated. My limps were caught in the stillness of the sea, too numb and heavy to even try to move. My brain was telling me to fight, to ripple the still waves of the sea. But my body wasn't listening, protesting that I'd stay here like this forever.

A buzzing in my right ear signalled me to a presence. I felt something touch my right hand. Even though the black sea I could feel the ice coldness coming from the person's presence. Somehow, the presence felt familiar, but I couldn't detect whom the presence belonged to.

"Please, Bella, come back to me," a velvet voice managed to penetrate the silent waves and it was pleading.

"Please, please..." The voice's pleas were becoming desperate and the voice kept muttering the same word over and over. I wanted to tell the beautiful voice to stop pleading so desperately. But I couldn't talk as it was too much of an effort and my eyelids were too heavy to open to beg the velvet voice to stop begging.

So I settled for a weak squeeze, which I heard the voice's sharp intake of breath. I remained still, hoping that the voice doesn't strike. I was vulnerable. I knew that, Charlie knew before me, declaring me weak and vulnerable as he'd beat me senselessly. If the voice attacks me now I was dead.

But aren't I already dead? No one alive is under the water with me, I was alone. But I could hear my own breathing and heart beating inside my chest. No one whom was dead would need a beating heart or breathing. Therefore, I must be alive. Maybe unconscious, but alive.

A wave of darkness tried to make me senseless, trying to force me deeper into the black sea. But I wasn't having none of that. I fought the darkness back, conjuring up images of the Cullens.

I saw Carlisle and how fatherly he was. He was so kind, caring and compassionate and how he has always tried to make me believe my mother's death wasn't my fault. I didn't believe him then, and I still don't believe him now. But I understand why he was trying to change my beliefs.

I saw Esme next, her beautiful caramel-brown hair and her golden eyes filled with love and adoration. She had let me in her family with open arms and she'd treated me with love and kindness. She was my mother figure in my life, maybe even a second mother to me. Despite her knowing I'd killed my own mother, she'd treated me like her own.

Alice came next, her crazy wild black hair and her bubbly personality. She might be annoying, but I loved her as a sister. I know I could never live with the Cullens as I'd feel guilty for letting them know my life and for causing any complications towards them.

Jasper, her polar opposite, flashed in my mind. He might be quiet and reserved, but I liked that. He didn't feel the need to fill silence with pointless chit chat and talking.

Emmett, despite his large figure, he was funny and incredibly childish. I have leaned to befriend and trust him. He was a brother to me, and I'm sure I was a sister to him. The clumsy, unintentionally funny sister.

With her stunning beauty and long blonde hair, Rosalie came to me. She has always been kind to me and she'd saved a smile for me every time I see her. Her golden eyes gleamed whenever she sees me, which is her signal that I was under her protection and I was okay in her good books.

Last, but the most handsome, face lingered the longest right at the end. Edward's bronze hair was in its disarray look, untammed, wild. His smouldering golden eyes were staring at me with love and I knew it was unconditional. His pale lips invited me in, my body wanting to kiss them and to never stop loving the owner to the lips.