The Twilight Saga 4: Breaking Dawn 19. Burning

The hassle was bewildering.Ex feignly that I was bewildered. I couldnt understand, couldnt make sense of what was happening.My remains tried to reject the distressingness, and I was sucked at once more and again into a blackness that cut out consentient instants or maybe correct minutes of the agony, making it that more than harder to musical accompaniment up with reality.I tried to separate them. no-reality was black, and it didnt stomach so often.Reality was red, and it tangle worry I was world sawed in one-half, hit by a bus, punched by a prize fighter, trampled by bulls, and submerged in acid, tot solelyy at the same sequence.Reality was determineing my body twist and passing when I couldnt possibly motivate because of the annoying.Reality was k todaying t here(predicate) was some occasion so much more important than entirely this torture, and non being sufficient to remember what it was.Reality had sustain on so fast.One moment, e verything was as it sho uld keep back been. Surrounded by people I warmthd. Smiles. Somehow, un alikely as it was, it picturemed like I was approximately to get every(prenominal)thing Id been fighting for.And consequently ane fine, inconsequential thing had g iodin wrong.Id watched as my cup tilted, dark pipeline spilling out and staining the perfect white, and Id lurched toward the accident reflexively. Id seen the other, faster egests, that my body had continued to reach, to stretch___In array me, something had yanked the opposite direction.Ripping. Breaking. Agony.The darkness had taken over, and thusly water-washed past to a wave of torture. I couldnt breathe I had drowned once onwards, and this was different it was likewise 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 detachedSomething sharper than knives ripped by dint of me the lyric, making sense in spite of the oth er tortures. Detached placenta I k saucily what that meant. It meant that my pamper was dying in stead me.Get him out I screamed to Edward. Why hadnt he finished it yet? He cant breathe Do it nowadaysThe morphine He wanted to wait, to bemuse me painkillers, time our baby was dying?No Now , I choked, un fitting to finish.Black spots cover the fall in the fashion as a cold point of innovative pain stabbed icily into my stomach. It entangle wrong I struggled automatically to treasure my womb, my baby, my little Edward Jacob, but I was weak. My lungs ached, oxygen burned away.The pain faint- brassed away again, though I clung to it now. My baby, my baby, dying___How large had passed? Seconds or minutes? The pain was gone. Numb. I couldnt feel. I belt up couldnt see, either, but I could hear. at that place was bare in my lungs again, scraping in rough bubbles up and down my throat.You up encumber with me now, Bella Do you hear me? Stay Youre non leaving me. Keep you r aggregate beatingJacob? Jacob, still here, still trying to save me.Of hunt,I wanted to regulate him. Of course I would keep my heart beating. Hadnt I promised them both?I tried to feel my heart, to find it, but I was so befogged inside my own body. I couldnt feel the things I should, and nothing mat in the unspoiled place. I blinked and I found my eyeball. I could see the light. not what I was looking for, but better than nothing.As my eyeball struggled to ad exactly now, Edward whispered, Renesmee.Renesmee?Not the pale and perfect son of my imagination? I felt a moment of shock. And consequently a flood of warmth.Renesmee.I willed my lips to move, willed the bubbles of propagate to turn into whispers on my tongue. I forced my numb hands to reach. allow me Give her to me.The light danced, shattering off Edwards 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 moved(p) the warm body to my weak arms, almost like I was safekeeping her. Her wet skin was hot as hot as Jacobs.My eyes focused suddenly everything was absolutely derive.Renesmee did not cry, but she breathed in quick, startled pants. Her eyes were open, her expression so shocked it was almost funny. The little, short round fling was covered in a thick stratum of matted, bloody curls. Heririses were a familiar but astonishing chocolate brown. under(a) the blood, her skin looked pale, a creamy ivory. All too her cheeks, which singed with color.Her tiny event was so absolutely perfect that it stunned me. She was even more beautiful than her father. Unbelievable. Impossible.Renesmee, I whispered. So beautiful.The impossible face suddenly smiled a wide, dig smile. Behind the shell-pink lips was a full complement of snowy milk teeth.She leaned her head up down, against my bureau, burrowing against the warmth. Her skin was warm and silky, but it didnt give the way mine did. wherefore in that respect was pain again on the button one warm fade of it. I gasped.And she was gone. My angel-faced baby was nowhere. I couldnt see or feel her.NoI wanted to shout. Give her back to me provided the weakness was withal much. My arms felt like empty rubber hoses for a moment, and therefore they felt like nothing at all. I couldnt feel them. I couldnt feel me.The blackness rushed over my eyes more solidly than before. Like a thick maneuverfold, firm and fast. Covering not rectifyeous my eyes but also my self with a crushing weight. It was fag out to push against it. I knew it would be so much easier to give in. To permit the blackness push me down, down, down to a place where there was no pain and no weariness and no worry and no fear.If it had simply been for myself, I wouldnt have been able to struggle very long. I was sole(prenominal) human, with no more than human peculiarity. Id been trying to keep up with the ghostly for besides l ong, like Jacob had state.But this wasnt just about me.If I did the gentle thing now, let the black nothingness erase me, I would hurt them.Edward. Edward. My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through and through that. If I were gone, he wouldnt live through it, either. And a world without Edward seemed completely pointless. Edward had to exist.Jacob whod said goodbye to me over and over but unplowed coming back when I needed him. Jacob, who Id wounded so many times it was criminal. Would I hurt him again, the worst way yet? Hed stayed for me, despite everything. Now all he posited was that I stay for him.But it was so dark here that I couldnt see either of their faces. nothing seemed real. That made it hard not to give up.I kept pushing against the black, though, almost a reflex. I wasnt trying to lift it. I was just resisting. Not allowing it to crush me completely. I wasnt Atlas, and the bla ck felt as heavy as a major planet I couldnt shoulder it. All I could do was not be entirely obliterated.It was sort of the pattern to my life Id never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. unceasingly human and weak, the only thing Id ever been able todo was keep tone expirying. Endure. Survive.It had been enough up to this point. It would have to be enough today. I would incline this until help came.I knew Edward would be doing everything he could. He would not give up. Neither would I.I held the blackness of nonexistence at bay by inches.It wasnt enough, though that determination. As the time ground on and on and the darkness gained by tiny eighths and sixteenths of my inches, I needed something more to draw strength from.I couldnt pull even Edwards face into view. Not Jacobs, not Alices or Rosalies or Charlies or Renees or Carlisles or Esmes Nothing. It terrified me, and I wondered if it was as well as late.I felt myself slipping there was nothing to handgrip on to.NoI had to blend in this. Edward was depending on me. Jacob. Charlie Alice Rosalie Carlisle Renee EsmeRenesmee.And then, though I still couldnt see anything, suddenly I could feel something. Like phantom limbs, I imagined I could feel my arms again. And in them, something small and hard and very, very warm.My baby. My little nudger.I had done it. Against the odds, I had been strong enough to survive Renesmee, to hold on to her until she was strong enough to live without me.That spot of combust in my phantom arms felt so real. I clutched it closer. It was but where my heart should be. spend a pennying tight the warm memory of my daughter, I knew that I would be able to fight the darkness as long as I needed to.The warmth beside my heart got more and more real, hot and warmer. Hotter. The incite was so real it was hard to believe that I was imagining it.Hotter.uncomfortable now. Too hot. Much, much to o hot.Like grabbing the wrong end of a curling iron my automatic response was to drop the scorching thing in my arms. But there was nothing in my arms. My arms were not curled to my chest. My arms were dead things lying somewhere at my side. The heat was inside me.The combustion grew rose and peaked and rose again until it surpassed anything Id ever felt.I felt the pulse behind the fire raging now in my chest and established that Id found my heart again, just in time to wish I never had. To wish that Id embraced the blackness while Id still had the chance. I wanted to raise my arms and claw my chest open and rip the heart from it anything to get rid of this torture. But I couldnt feel my arms, couldnt move one vanished finger.James, snapping my leg under his foot. That was nothing. That was a indulgent place to rest on a feather bed. Id take that now, a hundred times. A hundred snaps. Id take it and be grateful.The baby, kicking my ribs apart, prison-breaking her way through me piece by piece. That was nothing. That was floating in a pool of cool water. Id take it a thousand times. Take it and be grateful.The fire blazed hotter and I wanted to scream. To beg for someone to kill me now, before I lived one more second in this pain. But I couldnt move my lips. The weight was still there, pressing on me.I realized it wasnt the darkness holding me down it was my body. So heavy. Burying me in the flames that were jaw their way out from my heart now, spreading with impossible pain through my shoulders and stomach, scalding their way up my throat, licking at my face.Why couldnt I move? Why couldnt I scream? This wasnt part of the stories.My mind was unbearably clear sharpened by the fierce pain and I saw the serve well almost as soon as I could form the questions.The morphine.It seemed like a million deaths ago that wed discussed it Edward, Carlisle, and I. Edward and Carlisle had hoped that enough painkillers would help fight the pain of the malevolency. Carlisle had tried with Emmett, but the venom had burned ahead(predicate) of the medicine, sealing his veins. There hadnt been time for it to spread.Id kept my face smooth and nodded and thanked my rarely lucky stars that Edward could not read my mind.Because Id had morphine and venom together in my system before, and I knew the truth. I knew the numbness of the medicine was completely irrelevant while the venom seared through my veins. But thered been no way I was leaving to mention that fact. Nothing that would make him more unwilling to change me.I hadnt guessed that the morphine would have this effect that it would pin me down and gag me. Hold me paralyzed while I burned.I knew all the stories. I knew that Carlisle had kept placid enough to avoid discovery while he burned. I knew that, according to Rosalie, it did no good to scream. And Id hoped that maybe I could be like Carlisle. That I would believe Rosalies words and keep my mouth shut. Because I knew that every scream that escaped my lips would torment Edward.Now it seemed like a fearsome joke that i was getting my wish fulfilled.If I couldnt scream, how could I advertise them to kill me?All I wanted was to die. To never have been born. The whole of my existence did not outweigh this pain. Wasnt worth living through it for one more heartbeat.Let me die, let me die, let me die.And, for a never-ending space, that was all there was. Just the fiery torture, and my soundless shrieks, pleading for death to come. Nothing else, not even time. So that made it infinite, with no beginning and no end. One infinite moment of pain.The only change came when suddenly, impossibly, my pain was doubled. The write down half of my body, deadened since before the morphine, was suddenly on fire, too. Some down in the mouth connection had been repaired knitted together by the scorching fingers of the flame.The imperishable burn raqed on.It could have been seconds or days, weeks or years, but, eventually, time came to mean something again. tierce things happened together, grew from each other so that I didnt know which came first time restarted, the morphines weight faded, and I got stronger.I could feel the control of my body come back to me in increments, and those increments were my first labelers of the time passing. I knew it when I was able to twitch my toes and twist my fingers into fists. I knew it, but I did not act on it. Though the fire did not decrease one tiny degree in fact, I began to develop a new content for experiencing it, a new sensitivity to appreciate, separately, each blistering tongue of flame that licked through my veins I discovered that I could think almost it.I could remember why I shouldnt scream. I could remember the source why Id committed to enduring this unendurable agony. I could remember that, though it felt impossible now, there was something that might be worth the torture.This happened just in time for me to hold on when the weights left my body. To anyone watching me,there would be no change. But for me, as I struggled to keep the screams and lacing locked up inside my body, where they couldnt hurt anyone else, it felt like Id gone from being tied to the stake as I burned, to gripping that stake to hold myself in the fire.I had just enough strength to lie there unmoving while I was charred alive.My hearing got clearer and clearer, and I could count the frantic, dog pound beats of my heart to mark the time.I could count the shallow breaths that gasped through my teeth.I could count the low, even breaths that came from somewhere close beside me. These moved slowest, so I concentrated on them. They meant the most time passing. More even than a clocks pendulum, those breaths pulled me through the burning seconds toward the end.I continued to get stronger, my thoughts clearer. When new noises came, I could listen.There were light footsteps, the whisper of air stirred by an opening door. The footsteps gotcloser, and I felt pressu re against the inside of my wrist. I couldnt feel the coolness of the fingers. The fire blistered away every memory of cool.Still no change?None.The lightest pressure, breath against my scorched skin.Theres no scent of the morphine left.I know.Bella? Can you hear me?I knew, beyond all doubt, that if I unlatched my teeth I would lose it I would shriek and screech and twist around andthrash. If I opened my eyes, if I so much as twitched a finger any change at all would be the end of my control.Bella? Bella, love? Can you open your eyes? Can you squeeze my hand?Pressure on my fingers. It was harder not to practice this articulate, but I stayed paralyzed. I knew that the pain in his voice now was nothing compared to what it could be. Right now he only feared that I was runing.Maybe Carlisle, maybe I was too late. His voice was muffled it broke on the word late.My resolve wavered for a second.Listen to her heart, Edward. Its stronger than even Emmetts was. Ive never perceive anyt hing so vital. Shell be perfect.Yes, I was right to keep quiet. Carlisle would reassure him. He didnt need to suffer with me.And her her spine?Her injuries werent so much worse than Esmes. The venom will heal her as it did Esme.But shes so still. I must have done something wrong.Or something right, Edward. Son, you did everything I could have and more. Im not sure I would have had the persistence, the faith it took to save her. Stop berating yourself. Bella is going to be fine.A broken whisper. She must be in agony.We dont know that. She had so much morphine in her system. We dont know the effect that will have on her experience.Faint pressure inside the crease of my elbow. Another whisper. Bella, I love you. Bella, Im sorry.I wanted so much to answer him, but I wouldnt make his pain worse. Not while I had the strength to hold myself still.Through all this, the racking fire went right on burning me. But there was so much space in my head now. Room to ponder their conversation, room to remember what had happened, room to look ahead to the future, with still endless room left over to suffer in. besides room to worry.Where was my baby? Why wasnt she here? Why werent they talking about her?No, Im staying right here, Edward whispered, answering an unspoken thought. Theyll sort it out.An interesting situation, Carlisle responded. And Id thought Id seen just about everything.Ill deal with it later. Well deal with it. Something pressed softly to my blistering palm.Im sure, amongst the five of us, we can keep it from turning into bloodshed.Edward sighed. I dont know which side to take. Id love to flog them both. Well, later.I wonder what Bella will think whose side shell take, Carlisle mused.One low, strained chuckle. Im sure shell surprise me. She always does.Carlisles footsteps faded away again, and I was frustrated that there was no further explanation. Were they talking so mysteriously just to annoy me?I went back to counting Edwards breaths to mark the time.Ten thousand, nine hundred forty-three breaths later, a different correct of footsteps whispered into the room. Lighter. More rhythmic.Strange that I could distinguish the minute differences among footsteps that Id never been able to hear at all before today.How much longer? Edward asked.It wont be long now, Alice told him. See how clear shes becoming? I can see her so much better. She sighed.Still feeling a little bitter?Yes, thanks so much for bringing it up, she grumbled. You would be mortified, too, if you realized that you were handcuffed by your own nature. I see vampires best, because I am one I see humans okay, because I was one. But I cant see these odd half-breeds at all because theyre nothing Ive experienced. BahFocus, Alice.Right. Bellas almost too easy to see now.There was a long moment of silence, and then Edward sighed. It was a new sound, happier.Shes really going to be fine, he breathed.Of course she is.You werent so sanguine two days ago.I couldnt see right two days ago. But now that shes free of all the blind spots, its a piece of cake.Could you concentrate for me? On the clock give me an estimate.Alice sighed. So impatient. Fine. Give me a sec Quiet ventilating system.Thank you, Alice. His voice was brighter.How long?Couldnt they at least say it aloud for me? Was that too much to ask? How many more seconds would I burn? Ten thousand? 20? Another day eighty-six thousand, four hundred? More than that?Shes going to be dazzling.Edward growled piano. She always has been.Alice snorted. You know what I mean. Look at her.Edward didnt answer, but Alices words gave me hope that maybe I didnt resemble the charcoal briquette I felt like. It seemed as if I must be just a pile of charred bones by now. Every cell in my body had been razed to ash.I heard Alice breeze out of the room. I heard the swish of the fabric she moved, rubbing against itself. I heard the quiet buzz of the light hanging from the ceiling. I heard the faint divagate brushing aga inst the outside of the house. I could hear everything.Downstairs, someone was watching a ball game. The Mariners were winning by two runs.Its my turn I heard Rosalie snap at someone, and there was a low snarl in response.Hey, now, Emmett cautioned.Someone hissed.I listened for more, but there was nothing but the game. baseball was not interesting enough to distract me from the pain, so I listened to Edwards breathing again, counting the seconds.Twenty-one thousand, nine hundred seventeen and a half seconds later, the pain changed.On the good- in demonstrateigence agency side of things, it started to fade from my fingertips and toes. Fading slowly, but at least it was doing something new. This had to be it. The pain was on its way outAnd then the bad news. The fire in my throat wasnt the same as before. I wasnt only on fire, but I was now parched, too. Dry as bone. So thirsty. Burning fire, and burning thirstAlso bad news The fire inside my heart got hotter.How was that possible?My heartbeat, already too fast, picked up the fire drove its rhythm to a new frantic pace.Carlisle, Edward called. His voice was low but clear. I knew that Carlisle would hear it, if he were in or near the house.The fire retreated from my palms, leaving them blissfully pain-free and cool. But it retreated to my heart, which blazed hot as the sun and beat at a furious new speed.Carlisle entered the room, Alice at his side. Their footsteps were so distinct, I could even tell that Carlisle was on the right, and a foot ahead of Alice.Listen, Edward told them.The loudest sound in the room was my frenzied heart, pounding to the rhythm of the fire.Ah, Carlisle said. Its almost over.My relief at his words was overshadowed by the excruciating pain in my heart.My wrists were free, though, and my ankles. The fire was totally do away with there.Soon, Alice agreed eagerly. Ill get the others. Should I have Rosalie ?Yes keep the baby away.What? No. No What did he mean, keep my baby away? What was he sentiment?My fingers twitched the irritation breaking through my perfect facade. The room went silent besides the jack-hammering of my heart as they all stopped breathing for a second in response.A hand squeezed my wayward fingers. Bella? Bella, love?Could I answer him without screaming? I considered that for a moment, and then the fire ripped hotter still through my chest, draining in from my elbows and knees. Better not to chance it.Til bring them right up, Alice said, an urgent edge to her tone, and I heard the swish of wind as she darted away.And then ohMy heart took off, beating like helicopter blades, the sound almost a single sustained note it felt like it would fret through my ribs. The fire flared up in the center of my chest, sucking the closing curtain remnants of the flames from therest of my body to fuel the most scorching blaze yet. The pain was enough to stun me, to break through my iron grip on the stake. My back arched, bowed as if the fire was dragging me upward by my heart.I allowed no other piece of my body to break company as my torso slumped back to the table.It became a battle inside me my sprinting heart racing against the attacking fire. Both were losing. The fire was doomed, having consumed everything that was combustible my heart galloped toward its ratiocination beat.The fire constricted, concentrating inside that one remaining human organ with a final, unbearable surge. The surge was answered by a deep, hollow-sounding thud. My heart stuttered twice, and then thudded quietly again just once more.There was no sound. No breathing. Not even mine.For a moment, the absence of pain was all I could comprehend.And then I opened my eyes and gazed above me in wonder.