'That's what you are-a tongue twister. Leaving me breathless the more I try. I'm so determined to figure you out, but all I get is frustrated. In the end, I'm left unsure you're beneficial to me at all.'
I do not own twilight.
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Pain consumed her body. She wasn't sure if she was screaming audibly, or her nerve endings were torturing her eardrums. Her arms felt like they were going to fall off, her feet felt like she was stepping on glass. She was on fire, or at least she thought she was. Her heart, though it wasn't beating, felt like it was covered in ice, yet searing with heat all the same. She was being tortured. Though no external force from another body was being applied, she was sure of this. It was like being locked in a room, nails on a chalkboard type feeling in her entire being. Her eyes were closed but darting side to side. She was in agony. Her throat ached and scratched. She wanted to rip her skin off, believing it would feel better than what she was feeling now.
She did not understand what she did to deserve the pain. She did not understand what was becoming of her. She did not know just what was happening. Everything was fuzzy around the edges, like waking up after a long slumber. She felt like she was going to vomit, but nothing was coming out. She had nothing left. Her whole body was empty but so full of something new. A desire. Something she was in the deep end of unknown with. She was dying, but not in a way many would believe. She was dead, but so, so much more alive.
