Esmé P.O.V
Blood. Pain. Tears
And, I remember no more –
My eyes opened to a bright, white light; I was in an unfamiliar room – a white room. I was popped up on a hard, uneven bed; the pillows that were supporting me were flat and uncomfortable.
There was as nurse at my feet, all dressed in white just like this room. She looked around until she met my gaze; and realisation filled them big onyx eyes. A smile creeped up her face and I was suddenly struck by how beautiful she was. However, she didn’t speak; instead she turned her face to the side, where I realised that there was a slight sound as approaching footsteps came closer and closer.
The doctor walked around the corner, and I was instantly startled by his beauty; the beautiful nurse seeming forgotten as my mouth fell open to take in his appearance.
He was young, he was blond… and he was handsome. Handsome than any movie star I’d ever seen. He stopped beside me when I realised his liquid, golden eyes and his pale skin.
“Hello, Miss Platt. I am Dr Carlisle Cullen, “said the doctor in a remarkably appealing voice, “How are you feeling?”
And as he said those words, the pain that I’d felt before, shot through my leg once more.
*
It was a humid night, the stars bright in the sky, the streets deserted.
A faint whisper of footsteps and the slight sound of a heartbeat became louder and louder, as a figure in the shadows revealed itself to the stranded street.
She stood for a moment and tried to get her bearings. Screams rang through her head; her screams as those fingers met her face once more in a tight slap. Memories flashed by; her parents, her abusive husband…
She shook her head as she remembered those moments of her overshadowed life; she held her belly, and cried for her unborn child.
She shuddered and moved on, heading south, fearful that her husband was behind her. She moved quickly despite the darkness, every step taken from memory – years of walking the same way.
Now, as she fled the wrath of her husband and family, she recalled nothing of the warmth and joy that had formed her twenty six years. She felt only fear. And deep inside, as some invisible bond forced her on, nestle just above the forming heard of her unborn child; she felt a stabbing pain which threatened to sap the strength from her bones and the will from her heart. But she pushed on and on. And on…
Blood. Pain. Tears
And, I remember no more –
My eyes opened to a bright, white light; I was in an unfamiliar room – a white room. I was popped up on a hard, uneven bed; the pillows that were supporting me were flat and uncomfortable.
There was as nurse at my feet, all dressed in white just like this room. She looked around until she met my gaze; and realisation filled them big onyx eyes. A smile creeped up her face and I was suddenly struck by how beautiful she was. However, she didn’t speak; instead she turned her face to the side, where I realised that there was a slight sound as approaching footsteps came closer and closer.
The doctor walked around the corner, and I was instantly startled by his beauty; the beautiful nurse seeming forgotten as my mouth fell open to take in his appearance.
He was young, he was blond… and he was handsome. Handsome than any movie star I’d ever seen. He stopped beside me when I realised his liquid, golden eyes and his pale skin.
“Hello, Miss Platt. I am Dr Carlisle Cullen, “said the doctor in a remarkably appealing voice, “How are you feeling?”
And as he said those words, the pain that I’d felt before, shot through my leg once more.
*
It was a humid night, the stars bright in the sky, the streets deserted.
A faint whisper of footsteps and the slight sound of a heartbeat became louder and louder, as a figure in the shadows revealed itself to the stranded street.
She stood for a moment and tried to get her bearings. Screams rang through her head; her screams as those fingers met her face once more in a tight slap. Memories flashed by; her parents, her abusive husband…
She shook her head as she remembered those moments of her overshadowed life; she held her belly, and cried for her unborn child.
She shuddered and moved on, heading south, fearful that her husband was behind her. She moved quickly despite the darkness, every step taken from memory – years of walking the same way.
Now, as she fled the wrath of her husband and family, she recalled nothing of the warmth and joy that had formed her twenty six years. She felt only fear. And deep inside, as some invisible bond forced her on, nestle just above the forming heard of her unborn child; she felt a stabbing pain which threatened to sap the strength from her bones and the will from her heart. But she pushed on and on. And on…