Hi and welcome to my new story! It's a BPOV, E/B romance (HEA), all human, crime drama, with some angsty flavor thrown into the mix. I love twists, turns, and building the suspense. So, don't expect things to be revealed all at once, or everything to be as it appears. ;)
Warnings: This story deals with themes of depression, and will include descriptions of violence.
I own nothing that has to do with the wonderful creation that is twilight. All rights belong to Stephanie Meyer. I am not associated with the franchise and no copyright infringement is intended. I am just thankful for the chance to play with the characters a bit. The original aspects of this story belong to me.
Thank you to my betas TDS88 and beautifulnightmarex for their support and help.
This is just a teaser, other chapters will be longer. I hope you enjoy it.
Somewhere Between Nothing and Everything
"The truth is always an abyss. One must – as in a swimming pool – dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again – laughing and fighting for breath – to the now doubly illuminated surface of things."
A long forgotten rhyme repeats over and over in my mind as I take in the chaotic scene. The haunted and child-like voices that accompany the echoing words only add to the already unbearable pounding in my head.
Three, six, nine
The goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco on the streetcar line
The line, it broke
The monkey got choked
And they all went to heaven in a little rowboat.
My ears ring painfully with a high-pitched tone, and there is a strange sort of pressure all around me. Almost as if I am underwater, which makes no sense because I am standing on land. In my mind's eye, everything moves paradoxically fast and slow all at the same time. My distorted vision and hearing makes it difficult to navigate my next move. If I even have a next move.
I wish my dad were here to tell me what to do. His brilliant mind would easily calculate a solution. He was always my hero, especially after we lost my mom. He made my world better, and I take a small bit of comfort in the fact that I will probably see him soon.
Why is it that the brightest lights are the ones that always fade away too quickly?
Seeing nothing that will change my current predicament, I once again focus on the gun pointed directly at me. With everything that has happened recently, it seems fitting that I will die at the hands of someone I trusted. I almost laugh at the true irony of the situation.
For a moment, I can't help but marvel at how clearly I can see down the barrel of the gun. As if, my eyes can perceive every detail and nuance. I wonder if I will see the bullet or just the flash as it escapes the hole.
The world slows, the clock ticking one excruciating second at a time as I watch the finger wrapped around the trigger curl and tighten.
All is still.
All is quiet.
Chapter one will be posting shortly. See you soon. :)