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Singular Seconds

You locked yourself in the bathroom
Lying on the floor when I break through
I pull you in to feel your heartbeat
Can you hear me screaming "Please don't leave me"

prologue

"Don't you worry, Bella. Everything will be okay. Just hold it together." I could hear the voice so close to my ear, telling me all these things about how life was worth living. How I was worth saving. How it wasn't too late for me. I could feel the panic in her hands wrapped around mine, the slick liquid coating us. My hands felt numb against hers as my pulse slowed. I could feel it pitter-patter in my chest and stutter in my fingertips.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, my eyes feeling so heavy. I couldn't keep them open. I could vaguely make out the blurred image of my mother hovering over me, holding something rough against my wrists. She leaned down closer to my face, one of her hands coming up to touch my cheek.

"It's o-okay, baby, just hang in there. Phil is calling for someone to come help you. Just hang..."

The pulsing in my ears was too loud now for me to hear her words and her image became distorted before my bleary eyes. So distorted... I could have sworn I saw a flash of bronze and cream. I could feel myself cry harder as I blinked away the tears and reached out for the figure before me.

"Edward." My voice was no more than a thought in the back of my head as I reached out and came flesh to flesh with warm wet skin.

"Bella," the panicked voice of my mother broke through my daze. I dropped my hand to the floor, my heart making a painful stutter in my chest. "Oh, no, no, no. Phil, hurry!"

Crumpled and defeated and deflated and gone, I fell further to the cold floor beneath me. This was my end. I could feel it in my pulse. The stuttering mass in my chest giving one last hard squeeze.