Btw, none of the characters in this book are mine apart from the ones I made up! I hope you enjoy it!
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Preface
Bella's pov
The pain was bewildering.
Exactly that I was bewildered. I couldn't understand, couldn't make sense of what was happening.
My body tried to reject the pain and I was sucked again and again into a blackness that cut out whole seconds or maybe even minutes of the agony, making it that much harder to keep up with reality.
I tried to seperate them.
Non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.
Reality was red, and it felt like I was being sawed in half, hit by a bus, punced by a prize fighter, trampled by bulls, and submerged in acid, all at the same time.
Reality was feeling my body twist and flip when I couldn't possibly move because of the pain.
Reality was knowing there was something so much more than all this horrible torture, and not being able to remember what it was.
Reality had come on so fast.
One moment, everything was as it should have been. Surrounded by people I loved. Smiles. Somehow, unliky as it was, it seemed like I was about to get everything I'd been fighting for.
And then one tiny, inconsequential thing had gone wrong.
I'd watched as my cup tilted, dark blood spilling out and staining the perfect white carpet, and I'd lurched towards the accident reflexively. I'd seen the other, faster hands, but my body had continued to reach, to stretch. . .
Inside me, something had yanked the opposite direction.
Ripping. Breaking. Agony.
The darkness had taken over, and then washed away to a wave of torture. I couldn't breathe- I had drowned once before, and this was different; it was too hot in my throat.
Pieces of me shattering, snapping, slicing apart. . .
More blackness.
Voices, this time, shouting, as the pain came back.
"The placenta must have detached!"
Something sharper then knives ripped through me- the words, making sense in spite of the other tortures. Detached placenta- I knew what that meant. It meant that my baby was dying inside me.
"Get him out!" i screamed to Edward. Why hadn't he done it yet? "He can't breathe! Do it now!"
"The morphine-"
He wanted to wait, to give me painkillers, while our baby was dying?!
"No! Now-" I chocked, unable to finish.
Black spots now covered the light in the room as a cold point of new pain stabbed icily into my stomach. It felt wrong- I struggled automatically to protect my womb, my baby, my little Edward Jacob, but I was weak. My lungs ached, oxygen burned away.
The pain faded away again, although I clung to it now. My baby, my baby, dying. . .
How long has passed? Seconds or minutes? The pain was gone! Numb! I couldn't feel! I still couldn't hear either, but i could hear.
"You stay with me now, Bella! Do you hear me? Stay! Keep your heart beating!"
Jacob? Jacob, still here, trying to save me.
Of course, I wanted to tell him. Of course I would keep my heart beating. Hadn't I promised them both?
I tried to feel my heart, to find it, but I was so lost inside my own body. I couldn't feel the things I should, and nothing felt in the right place. I blinked and I found my eyes. I could see the light. Not what I was looking for, but beeter than nothing.
As my eyes struggled to adjust, Edward whispered, "Renesmee."
Renesmee?
Not the pale and perfect son of my imagination? I felt a moment of shock. And then it was replaced by a flood pf warmth.
Renesmee.
I willed my lips to move, willed the bubbles of airto turn into whispers on my tongue. I forced my numb hands to reach out.
"Let me. . . Give her to me."
The illuniminus, irridecent light danced, shattering off Edward's crystal hands. The sparkles were tinged with red, with the blood that covered his skin. And more red in his hands. Something small and struggling, dripping with blood. He touched the warm body to my weak arms, almost like I was holding her. Her damp skin was hot- as hot as Jacob's.
My eyes focused; suddenly was absolutely clear.
My Renesmee did not cry, but she breathed in quick, startled pants. Her beautifull eyes were open, her expression so shocked it was almost amusing. Her little, perfectly round head was covered in a thick layer of matted, bloody curls. Her irises were a familiar -but astonishing- chocolate brown. Under the blood her skin looked pale, a creamy ivory. All besides her cheeks, which flamed with colour.
Her tiny, gorgeus face was so absolutely perfect that it stunned me.She was even more beautiful then her father. Unbelievable. Impossible.
"Renesmee," I whispered. "So. . . beautifull."
The impossible face suddenly smiled- a wide, deliberate smile.Behind the shell- pink lipd was a full compliment of snowy milk teeth.
She leaned her head down, against my chest, burrowing against the warmth. Her skin was warm and silky, but it didn't give the way mine did.
Then there was pain again- just one warm slash of it. I ghasped.
And she was gone. My angel-faced baby was nowhere. I couldn't see or feel her.
No! I wanted to shout. Give her back to me!
But the weakness was too much. My arms felt like empty rubber horses for a short moment, and then they felt like nothing at all. I couldn't feel them. I couldn't feel me! The last thing i heard before the darkness completely took over was someone whisper three impossible words.
"There's another one!"
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