Mattie

©Molly Looby No way. I knew I was dying. I knew I was dying fast, but this hit me like a speeding bullet. How long did I have left, years, months, weeks? Days...?
Hours...?


For Ali-Rose life is just a fading moment. Fighting from her inevitable death is the only thing she can do to save her family from the grief that is sure to engulf them. But something on the horizon is about to change her life...
Forever...


(This is a Twilight fanfic set twelve years after the end of 'Breaking Dawn', but not from Bella's POV, from the POV of Ali-Rose - all will be revealed if you care to read on.)


(Author's Note: Before you read Mattie, please can I just point out that it was written when I was fourteen-fifteen years old, and it was also the first thing I ever wrote and finished, for my own benefit and that of a close friend. I know it has its flaws and I'm okay with that because this story made me grow as an author more than I could've imagined. I truly hope you enjoy it.)

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25. RAINFALL

MY WEEK CONTINUED IN WHAT CAN ONLY BE described as total bliss. I could not be separated from Tyler, no one could make me, and no one dared to try. I woke up on a cloudy Friday morning to find that Tyler had to go hunting. He had kissed me goodbye and disappeared into the forest with Carlisle, Esme, Edward, and Bella. I’d forgotten about hunting. Renesmee and Jacob were in the forest somewhere, Jacob hadn’t talked to the pack all week. He hadn’t needed to. He was using my ability to the full. Jasper and Alice were also out. It was the first dull day in about a month. I was fairly sure that Alice was using this opportunity to go shopping. She would probably end up buying me something. So I was alone with Rosalie and Emmett, who were wrestling in the garden, Rosalie desperately trying to outwit Emmett. I watched them for a while, but quickly got bored. I jumped up and wandered towards the forest.

“Rose! Em!” I called from within the trees. “I’m just going for a walk.”

I heard Rosalie snarl. It was a snarl of annoyance. I listened closely. I faintly heard Emmett call back, “That’s fine!”

I strolled through the forest, thankful that we were having a cool day at last. Not that I’d been too hot, I was constantly in Tyler’s arms. I was a little too used to being cool. The fresh air didn’t relax me as much as it should. I felt a void where Tyler’s arms should be. I spent the next few minutes going over my time with Tyler in my head, getting lost in the memories. I ended up at the river. I sighed and walked over to the edge of the bank. The river was still, silent. It was peaceful. I began to sing our song to myself quietly, balancing on the edge of the river bank. A small breeze washed over my face, I let it ruffle my hair and cool my cheeks. I was surprised that I was enjoying the solitude. I gazed dreamily at the trees. They looked dreary, unhealthy. The vastness of the forest in front of me captured my attention for a moment. I had never noticed the tediousness of it before.  I continued to balance on the edge of the river like a gymnast on a beam. I looked up at the murky sky and a drop of rain landed on my nose. For some reason I found this incredibly funny. I laughed to myself as the rain started hammering down. When I was completely wet through I decided to go back home. Rosalie and Emmett were probably inside now and my clothes were rubbing against my skin uncomfortably. The rain had already turned the ground into slippery mud. I was going to have to watch my step in order to stay upright. I turned on the spot, trying to face forward and slipped backwards. I let out a shattering high pitched scream and crashed into the river. The ice cold water startled me, locked my muscles into place. My mind flooded with fright. My lungs burned. My scream had emptied them. I hadn’t had time to breathe in. I pressed my lips together, desperate to keep the water out. I opened my eyes. My hair was tangled all around my face, blocking the light from my weak eyes. I frantically scraped it from my face, leaving my left cheek stinging, as if it was crying out in pain.  I had no idea which way was up. I looked around, but everything looked the same. Everything was brown. Terror overwhelmed me and a blazing fire burned my muscles. A jolt of panic sent my arms and legs thrashing, looking for the surface. But where was the surface? Everything looked the same. I had already faced countless different directions. My vision was becoming more blurred and my thoughts less clear. But still I fought. How could I give up what I had? I had never held my breath for so long before. My own tears added to the never-ending supply of water.  Light-headedness slowed me down, stopped my hopeless struggling. My muscles gave up in exhaustion. My eyelids became too heavy to lift, but I struggled against them too. I would not give up my endless fighting. Something vivid crimson caught my eye. I focused on it at once. It was a mysterious red liquid. From the way my throat suddenly burned, muted compared to what I was used to, I knew it had to be blood. My blood. I gently touched my face and gasped in shock. Water rocketed through my throat and into my lungs. The water burned more than the pain ever had, choking me. My muscles turned to iron, dragging me down, or what I assumed was down. For the first time in my extremely short life I was cold. This had to be death. My last thought before my eyes fluttered closed and my brain shut down was for Tyler. Goodbye, I love you.

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