Love is Pain
'I screamed again, longer this time, louder. I couldn’t stop. I was completely out of control. I tore at my hair, lashed at the walls and the floor. My sobs became heavier, I choked on them as they flooded out of my throat. I gasped for air, and even its passage through my body hurt. I felt my torn muscles spasm and I screamed again. I couldn’t contain it any longer. I screamed out his name. He was the only one who could stop this. He always knew how to make me better.' Bella's transformation.
1. Chapter 1
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There was fire running through my veins, setting alight all of my muscles, burning through my blood. Every tissue felt as if it were being ripped apart, eaten alive by this internal fire. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but my vocal cords felt as though they were disintegrating. When sound finally poured out of my mouth it sounded mangled - exactly how I felt, but better.
It was hard to even breathe. Taking in each breath was a struggle on it’s own, and when I tried to let my mind wander away from this pain, to form a distraction, sharp stings would remind me what was happening. My skin felt as though a million needles were jabbing through the surface, tearing through my flesh and ripping me apart.
Hot tears poured from my eyes and down my cheeks, and I thought for a moment that they would sizzle. I felt as though I was being consumed by a raging fire, my whole body being charred black.
I thrashed around, praying that movement would somehow alleviate the unrelenting agony. Hoping that at least it would lessen the anguish. I felt muscles cramp and I let out an involuntary groan of pain.
I screamed again, longer this time, louder. I couldn’t stop. I was completely out of control. I tore at my hair, lashed at the walls and the floor. My sobs became heavier, I choked on them as they flooded out of my throat. I gasped for air, and even its passage through my body hurt. I felt my torn muscles spasm and I screamed again. I couldn’t contain it any longer. I screamed out his name. He was the only one who could stop this, I knew he could. He always knew how to make me better.
I felt as though I was going to die. I thought that I should. I wanted to.
Doubled over, I felt someone’s hands on my shoulders. I lurched away from their touch, it felt like they were hitting me. Their fingertips felt as though they would leave bruises.
“Bella,” he said. His voice was strained, littered with hurt. It still sounded like velvet, sounded melodious and pierced through all of the pain I felt.
“Edward,” I managed to whisper back.
He dared not move in to touch me again, I noticed. With great difficulty I opened my eyes to look upon him. He was staying a fair distance away, his face screwed up in anguish. His golden eyes simmered, trying to communicate with me all of the things he could not say or do. I saw longing in his gaze, longing to reach out to me and hold me. To kiss away all of my pain. I knew that if it meant I wouldn’t have to experience it, he would take all of this excruciating torture tenfold. What I saw in his eyes was love, so much more powerful than what I was experiencing.
In that instant I remembered why I was going through this. I remembered Edward’s soft kisses, the way he held me close to him. How, when this pain was over, I’d have everything that I ever wanted. I’d truly be happy, and I’d remain so for as long as I existed.
As the pain ravished my body, took control of every muscle and tissue I had, I wouldn’t let it take over my mind. I held onto what I knew was true: that I loved Edward, and that he loved me, and that after all this was over, everything would be perfect.