Behind Blue Eyes Chapter 13

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When I awoke, it felt as though I was being suffocated by green. Air rushed by my face, making it difficult to breathe and branches and grasses tried to ensnare me. I choked on the air everything stood still. The sudden stillness made my head reel.

Quiet voices were having a discussion above my head. Trembling from the malice in one voice I opened my eyes.

Before me stood Aro, Caius, and Marcus of the Volturi. I let out a quiet squeak and shut my eyes.

I tried to wriggle out of a stone grasp but only managed to cause myself pain. Gasping, I keeled over as much as the arms would let me. The stone disappeared from around my waist and I fell onto my face.

Twisting onto my back, I lay there, trying to keep the pain from stealing my consciousness.

When I next opened my eyes, Jane was there. I could vaguely remember one of the Cullens telling me what Jane’s could do; she could make anybody feel pain just from a glance.

“Why?” My gaze flickered from face to face. “Why am I here?” Only Aro seemed as though he had heard me.

“Because you, my dear, have a gift that we want. You’re going to join us, and we are going to turn you. After all it is against the rules for a human to know about us.”

“The Cullens tried to turn me. I don’t know what happened, but somehow I turned back. I don’t want to go through that again.” My voice was saturated in pain as I remembered the transformation.

“That doesn’t matter to us.” Aro whispered by my ear. The next thing I knew, his teeth were against my neck.

I whimpered and accidentally transported us to the Cullens house. Jasper immediately jumped up and tackled Aro.

Imagining all the pain, suffering, and heartbreak I had ever been through, I pushed it out of my body and into Aro’s.

Aro’s shrill scream echoed in the room. I backed up against the far wall, trying to get as far away as possible.

His screams cut off as suddenly as they had started. His head rolled across the floor, detached from his body. I squeaked when it stopped just a few feet away from me.

Edward approached me, moving at a slow human speed. When his fingertips brushed against my shoulder I stumbled forwards into his chest. My own fingers entwined themselves in his shirt as I pressed my face against him.

He wrapped me into a tight hug while I shook with sobs. My knees were weak by the time I calmed down.

“Where’s Ryan?” I feebly asked in a weak voice. Edward gave me one last hug before telling me Ryan was in my room.

Sniffling, I walked upstairs. When I got to my door, I walked in. Ryan was on my bed. Plopping myself down on the bed, I curled up next to him.

Ryan didn’t respond at all. His eyes were shut, he wasn’t breathing, and he sat completely still.

“Rye… say something…anything…please.” I begged him. I knew he wasn’t dead. He was a vampire, and didn’t need to breathe.

“It’s my fault.” His voice cracked. “It’s my fault you got taken Noelle.” He shamefully confessed.

“No, no it’s not. They would’ve have gotten me eventually.” I needed to make him see the truth but before I could, I was caught in a flashback.

The medic was loading me into the ambulance. I was strapped tightly to a gurney. The metal from the car that was in my stomach hadn’t been removed yet. Every slight movement jiggled it and caused immense pain.

“It’s my fault.” I managed to rasp out. The medic looked down at me, “It’s not your fault, don’t ever blame yourself for what happened.” His voice was icy, his eyes pained, as if remembering something tragic he blamed himself for.

Ryan was leaning over me anxiously. He quickly checked me over for anything that might have made me blank out like I did.

“I’m fine.” My voice sounded slightly strangled. “I just really hate painful flashbacks.” I said gripping my stomach where a shadow of my flashback pain still clung.

“They can’t hurt you Noelle, they aren’t real.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself and reassure me at the same time.

“I know.” I did know. The amount of times I had had flashbacks since the crash was almost uncountable.

Sitting up, I slid my feet off of the side of the bed. Leaving my legs dangling, my toes were still inches from the floor. Ryan took up a similar position, but he was flatfoot against the floor.

Pushing myself off the edge of the bed, I landed on my toes. I started to walk towards the door, then remembered what had just happened down there. I abruptly stopped, turned on my heel and accidentally walked into Ryan.

“Oof.” His hand had bumped my stomach. Pushing my forehead into his neck, I whimpered, “I don’t want to go downstairs yet.”

I felt Ryan nod and I transported us to the meadow. Zackys stable was still there, but I didn’t want to ride him, not now.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes when I wrapped my arms around Ryan. His cold arms were reassuringly tight around my back.

“I’m scared. I’m so scared.” I sobbed into his chest. One of his hands moved to rhythmically stroke my hair

“I know.” He told me. Jasper might have told him, but it’s usually obvious when I’m scared anyway.

His whispers were just a garble of sound in my ear as I shook in his arms. I blinked the tears away from my eyes and looked up.

“I’m sorry. I keep breaking down and getting us both hurt. I’m really sorry.” He didn’t know how sorry I was.   

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