Attempt

BPOV

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He was gone. I crumbled to my knees.

"No," I whispered repetitively, unable to grasp the truth.

I couldn't be dead…a ghost perhaps? Maybe I was living in a fantasy world of the past and memories.

But what did it matter what I was?

I would never be able to hold him again, touch his cold yet burning skin. I would never experience the tranquillity of being clasped in his arms, the world, beholding only us two. Never again would I gaze lovingly into his eyes and for the sentiment replicated. Not even a mere goodbye.

Water was streaming uncontrollably down my face as I tentatively pulled my knees to my chest, taking a substantial amount of minimal strength I held.

"Why…?"

Eventually I peered up with my tear-stricken eyes. The silence was overwhelming; I could almost hear the blood throbbing in my head, which was immensely dull, compared to my aching heart.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply – it seemed to clear my mind. My pulse slowed as I calmed down. I needed to think of the future. I couldn't spend forever crying for my loss, there must be something beyond this point.

Hope sparked at this thought and ideas soon coursed through my mind. Letting out a hoarse sigh, I stretched my legs out in front of me, enjoying the feeling of my muscles tightening from prior stiffness.

I glanced at my surroundings, instantly observing the lights; it was night time. I also noticed faint voices, however as I strained to decipher the speech I was determined to get back on track.

I scrutinised the body I could see; I was filthy, especially my hands, covered in grime. My hygiene was terrible; I needed a shower, but that was impossible… wasn't it?

My eyes narrowed, deep in concentration, when the evident hit me, in almost disgust. If I was touching the ground, I would be able to touch other objects, hence I could write a message- my mind only now grasped that concept; so much wasted time. Maybe this wasn't the finale.

I steadily pulled myself to stand, gathering any equilibrium I obtained. With a slight sway, I staggered to the table, ignoring the slightly louder voices.

I clutched the table edge- it felt solid, but… numb? My eyes widened in alarm; it wasn't right, my hands began to shake at the dysphemism- I would die without the message. What if I couldn't pass it on? Did I dare force upon the possibility of more despair?

I had to.

The inward debate scared me; should I have waited 'til I was mentally stronger? I immediately threw the thought away; I needed to.

I searched for a writing instrument when I so a drawing, unmistakably, Alice's- the impeccable realism characterised her flawless technique. I gasped at the truck drawn- evidently from a vision, a vision involving me… and my truck and the fatal accident.

My 'Parson hands' reached to lift the pencil, which I could barely feel. I frantically tried to move it but made no progress. Again, I asked the inevitable question; why?

Would I never be saved?

The prospect created tears to brim in my eyes as the apprehension overwhelmed me- there had to be another solution.

Edward's hostile glare seared my heart, consequentially; I winced at the poignant memory. The memory of when I walked out to the table to believe the Cullen's would notice me, but they didn't – to them I was invisible.

No, that just a coincidence – I was trying to hope that it was a sign.

I fidgeted in the silence, expecting an epiphany to appear, but nothing came so I decided to get some sleep.

Cautiously, I climbed the stairs, to Edward's familiar room and simultaneous of my arrival, I felt comforted by the welcoming vibe.

However, alas, Edward wasn't there.

I sighed at my optimistic anticipation and lay on the floor, where, surprisingly, it felt safe… right.

I curled into a ball, handing myself to unconsciousness.

A/N: Here we go. Its holidays and I'm sorry guys for the week long wait, but I was sorta grounded from the computer all week, and got caught up in other engagements all week also, so no time to write.

Sorry to Moni as well..i couldn't contact you. /

I hope your enjoying your time in Queensland :)

Well I'll post the next chapter by the end of this week if I can, again depending on how busy I am.

Yup, in this chap Bella is exploring some of her abilities. Bit short, but I hope its alright still.

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