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All Italic words are quoted from the book, Breaking Dawn. On this chapter, however, it is on page 347. I get all my information from the Twilight Wiki. Renesmee was born on September 10, 2006. That is when our story will take place. The dates are important, keep that in mind.

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"The placenta must have detached!"

Who was that? I wanted to tell the voice that everything would be okay. Nothing would go wrong. Whose placenta was detached? The warmth…around me.

Warmer and warmer. Hotter. The heat was so real…

Hotter.

Uncomfortable now. Too hot. Much, much, too hot.

I wanted to raise my arms and claw my chest open and rip the heart from it- anything to get rid of this torture.

The fire blazed hotter and I wanted to scream. To beg for someone to kill me now, before I live one more second in this pain.

If I couldn't scream, how could I tell 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. It wasn't worth living through for one more heartbeat.

Let me die, let me die, let me die.

And, for the never-ending space, that was all there was. Just the fiery torture, 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 endless burn raged on.

Voices all around me. They came and went. But I didn't recognize them. All these voices sounded so angelic, one in particular I loved the most. But why would angels be hurting me? I couldn't understand anything.

"Still no change?"

It was one of the voices- deep and calm. They took orders from him. He must be their leader. The one who must have taken me from wherever I was. The one who wanted to hurt me.

I held still. The heat of the fire never went away.

"None."

That was the voice. It was musical and soothing; like touching velvet. I could picture a handsome man, an Adonis, surrounded by clouds with the sun beaming above its head. That voice stayed by my side.

"There's no scent of the morphine left."

"I know."

I heard a shift from beside me, like someone trying to move closer. The lightest pressure, breath against my scorched skin.

"Bell-"

His voice was cut off by a woman shrieking.

"She bit him!" the woman yelled.

Two pairs of feet shuffled quickly out of the room. I listened, trying to hear if anyone else was in the room. No one.

Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Everything was so clear.

Sharp. Defined.

The brilliant light overhead was still blinding-bright, and yet I could plainly see the glowing strands of filaments inside the bulb. I could see each color of the rainbow in the white light, and, at the very edge of the spectrum, and eighth color I had no name for.

I could see everything, from the little grains in the dark wood ceiling above to the dust motes in the air.

How was that possible?

But that's not important right now. I needed to get out of here and save myself. I heard the faint, thudding rhythm, with a voice shouting angrily to the beat. Rap music? I was mystified for a moment, and the sound faded away like a car passing by with the windows rolled down.

The window.

"How are you feeling?"

"Dude, she's not poisonous." A new voice.

I knew I didn't have much time. My only option was that window. Clenching my teeth as I concentrated, I stepped out into the empty air.

Not wanting to snap the thin heels of the stilettos, I absorbed the impact in the balls of my feet. The shoes I was wearing were utterly ridiculous. The sound of my landing was very low- a muted this that could have been a door softly closed, or a book gently laid on the table.

"What was that?"

"I can't see anything because he's here!" a tinkling voice cried.

"She's awake!"

My eyes widened. Their feet ran up the stairs and a door was slammed against the wall. I ran towards the trees. Everything was a blur, but I maneuvered my way around my obstacles. I could hear the distant sound of feet shuffling behind me, they were too far away. I pushed myself even further.

The smells of a wet dog attacked my nose. The farther I ran, the stronger the smell got. But still, I continued.

There was a sign that blurred past me. I barely had anytime to read it.

La Push.

I could hear growls of some kind of animal a few miles away. Then, a howl.

On my north side, I could see a beach. The water was dark and gray as it splashed against rocks. There were driftwood trees and different colored pebbles.

The sound of the growls surrounded me, leaving me no choice but to head up the tall cliffs. Once there, I looked back once before I jumped into the ocean.

The deep growls were muffled. I held my breath and all I could see was the endless dark water. My arms and legs paddled.

I was alone in the middle of the ocean with no land anywhere in sight. Everything was quiet, save for the occasional sound of a ship sailing off in the distance. There were no voices, footsteps, or growls.

The sound of the water splashing against my skin took away that buzzing sound in my ears. I looked up at the dark sky, my eyes making out every single drop of water making up the cloud. I had so many questions to ask.

I took a deep breath and dove back in the water.

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