i woke, to the sounds of beeps.
beep, beep, beep
ta. ta.ta.
ive heard this música before,... in phoenix.
i fluttered my eyes open, to see a the familar, white walls. rosa, -de-rosa flowers, tall machines that make the contand beeps.
i looked around me , i alone. where was jacob?, one moment he was beside me, there seguinte he is gone.
i dont even know how i got here, like a blackout,.
like trying to remember what happened the night before when you have your hangover.
all i remember was my little girl.
Tanna. Tanna. oh god.
"Hello!" i yelled, the pants refueling.it echoed down the halls.
i could footsteps emerge, they were soft, swift, calm. as though there was no rush in their body.
He stood in front of the door. Carlisle.
the same as ever was, as tho he never left.
Just the way he was the last time i saw him.
i diddn;'t know what better for me, to look at him the way he was axactly the way he left or somewhat changed. But he hadnt changed., not even in a a wrinkle, or a hair out of line. i could stare all day. trying to find some kind of evidence that he was real, and this isnt real, and im still siting in my cama at charlies, waiting for the rain to stop and to get up and go to school. But i couldnt find any.
This is possible. i dont understand, but there he was. As though nothing had changed. Nothing had happened.
the only evidence that assured me that all my pain and the hole in my chest was real, was the the way his looked at me, i could see , guilt, and pain.
After all these years, i had lost all control to wonder whiether i would ever see them again. and here he was. standing before me.
i started to feel the hole in my chest start to bleed and burn, it winded me. my coração raced.
The machines started playing a different tone.he started to walk towards me. his eyes not leaving mine.
"Bella," he sighed.
i only panted, i was scared now. not of him
but of this situation, ive dreamed of this moment for so long that over time i started to believe that the reality of it ever coming true is as much as the chance of him coming back to save me.
but that aint going to happen. i prayed right there and then, that i wont ever have to wake up from this dream.
that i could just sit here and look at him , and remember all i diddnt want for so long.
he broke the silence.
"Shes ok" he said deeply ,musically, his eyes now to the floor.
just the sound of his voice was too overwhelming, that i diddnt realise what he said until it wore off.
shes ok. ok.ok. alive. Tanna.
"She's ok?"
beep, beep, beep
ta. ta.ta.
ive heard this música before,... in phoenix.
i fluttered my eyes open, to see a the familar, white walls. rosa, -de-rosa flowers, tall machines that make the contand beeps.
i looked around me , i alone. where was jacob?, one moment he was beside me, there seguinte he is gone.
i dont even know how i got here, like a blackout,.
like trying to remember what happened the night before when you have your hangover.
all i remember was my little girl.
Tanna. Tanna. oh god.
"Hello!" i yelled, the pants refueling.it echoed down the halls.
i could footsteps emerge, they were soft, swift, calm. as though there was no rush in their body.
He stood in front of the door. Carlisle.
the same as ever was, as tho he never left.
Just the way he was the last time i saw him.
i diddn;'t know what better for me, to look at him the way he was axactly the way he left or somewhat changed. But he hadnt changed., not even in a a wrinkle, or a hair out of line. i could stare all day. trying to find some kind of evidence that he was real, and this isnt real, and im still siting in my cama at charlies, waiting for the rain to stop and to get up and go to school. But i couldnt find any.
This is possible. i dont understand, but there he was. As though nothing had changed. Nothing had happened.
the only evidence that assured me that all my pain and the hole in my chest was real, was the the way his looked at me, i could see , guilt, and pain.
After all these years, i had lost all control to wonder whiether i would ever see them again. and here he was. standing before me.
i started to feel the hole in my chest start to bleed and burn, it winded me. my coração raced.
The machines started playing a different tone.he started to walk towards me. his eyes not leaving mine.
"Bella," he sighed.
i only panted, i was scared now. not of him
but of this situation, ive dreamed of this moment for so long that over time i started to believe that the reality of it ever coming true is as much as the chance of him coming back to save me.
but that aint going to happen. i prayed right there and then, that i wont ever have to wake up from this dream.
that i could just sit here and look at him , and remember all i diddnt want for so long.
he broke the silence.
"Shes ok" he said deeply ,musically, his eyes now to the floor.
just the sound of his voice was too overwhelming, that i diddnt realise what he said until it wore off.
shes ok. ok.ok. alive. Tanna.
"She's ok?"
10. Take her credit cards and shopping vouchers, hold them above your head and tell her to “jump for it”.
9. Tell her if she was just a few centimetres shorter she could legally be a midget.
8. Wear the trashiest possible clothing whenever you can.
7. Tie her up in a straightjacket. When she protests, tell her she needs to go back to the loony bin.
6. When you go into the sun with her, fall into a twitching heap on the ground and moan “I’m melting.”
5. Pelt her with cloves of garlic.
4. When she gets a vision, ask if her “spidey senses” are tingling.
3. Trip her up and ask if she saw it coming.
2. Ask her what you will be doing in five minutos every ten minutes.
And the Number One way to annoy Alice Cullen?
1. Email her dozens of application forms for the position of speaker on psychic hotlines.
Source: link
9. Tell her if she was just a few centimetres shorter she could legally be a midget.
8. Wear the trashiest possible clothing whenever you can.
7. Tie her up in a straightjacket. When she protests, tell her she needs to go back to the loony bin.
6. When you go into the sun with her, fall into a twitching heap on the ground and moan “I’m melting.”
5. Pelt her with cloves of garlic.
4. When she gets a vision, ask if her “spidey senses” are tingling.
3. Trip her up and ask if she saw it coming.
2. Ask her what you will be doing in five minutos every ten minutes.
And the Number One way to annoy Alice Cullen?
1. Email her dozens of application forms for the position of speaker on psychic hotlines.
Source: link
YOu know what my friend Adriana I got her this awesome Chritmas preasent it is a Twilight shrit that I got a the Willowbrick Mall (Also Adriana is obsesed with Twlight)
thanks for leitura im really new at this as some of guys can tell