I walk upstairs and into my dark room. I let out a small shriek as I see the figure standing by my bed. I turn and flick on the light switch before spinning to face the figure again, which is no longer there.
"What the hell..." I mumble in fear and disbelief. That definitely wasn't seeing things. Too scared to stay in my room, I jog downstairs, stopping and letting out a scared whimper as I hear a thump down the hallway. I continue to run down the stairs and reach the living room, where my phone is not on the coffee table where I left it.
"Emmett..? This isn't funny. It's fricking lame." I say, in an attempt to keep my cool. I hear someone in the kitchen. Walking towards the living room. "Shit." I curse and throw myself over the back of the couch, grabbing one of the handheld house phones and attempting to dial Carlisle. Before I can hit talk however, something grabs me from behind, much harder than Jasper had. I feel all the ribs on my left side start to contract and as I feel one snap I let out the loudest scream I've ever heard. The thing grabs me by the hair and throws me towards the floor in an attempt to silence me. Me, being horribly clumsy, try to flinch away when I'm landing and smack the side of my face on the coffee table. I fall to the ground, letting out loud sobs, my blurry tear-filled vision unable to make out who it was. Definitely not Emmett. I feel blood get in my eye and flinch. The figure steps closer, smelling the air as if it suddenly smelt something good to eat. Or someone. I let out another loud scream, but get cut off as it grabs my throat so tightly and lifts me up, I immediately start seeing white spots. I kick out at it and thump the side of the couch, thrashing wildly for air. All I can see is a strong set jaw and a grimace on the lips of the attacker. I let out loud gulping noises, trying to get any small bit of air in. Through all the noise, I hear the door open quickly.
"Eve??" Carlisle yells and the attacker looks behind them before tossing me to the floor and disappearing. I fall like a rag doll, hitting nothing on the way but feeling everything. I feel cool hands immediately check my pulse but I just close my eyes, wanting the pain to leave. Wanting to die before feeling another shot of pain.
Talk about a cliffhanger. ;)
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Fresh Start (a Twilight fan-fiction)
Casuale*About to undergo extreme editing* When Eve's parents are tragically killed in a supposedly accident caused by driving under influence, their old family friend Dr. Carlisle Cullen decides to take her in. The Cullen family seems perfect, the perfect...
