water　from　my　lungs。　It　gushed　out　in

amazing　volume；　absolute

torrents　pouring　from　my　mouth　and　nose。　The　salt　burned　and　my　lungs　burned

and　my　throat　was　too

full　of　water　to　catch　a　breath　and　the　rocks　were　hurting　my　back。　Somehow　I

stayed　in　one　place；

though　the　waves　still　heaved　around　me。　I　couldn't　see　anything　but　water

everywhere；　reaching　for　my

face。

〃Breathe！〃　a　voice；　wild　with　anxiety；　ordered；　and　I　felt　a　cruel　stab　of

pain　wher　I　recognized　the

voice—because　it　wasn't　Edward's。

I　could　not　obey。　The　waterfall　pouring　from　my　mouth　didn't　stop　long　enough

for　me　to　catch　a　breath。

The　black；　icy　water　filled　my　chest；　burning。

The　rock　smacked　into　my　back　again；　right　between　my　shoulder　blades；　and

another　volley　of　water

choked　its　way　out　of　my　lungs。

〃Breathe；　Bella！　C'mon！〃　Jacob　begged。

Black　spots　bloomed　across　my　vision；　getting　wider　and　wider；　blocking　out

the　light。

The　rock　struck　me　again。

The　rock　wasn't　cold　like　the　water；　it　was　hot　on　my　skin。　I　realized　it　was

Jacob's　hand；　trying　to　beat

the　water　from　my　lungs。　The　iron　bar　that　had　dragged　me　from　the　sea　was

also　warm　My　head

whirled；　the　black　spots　covered　everything

Was　I　dying　again；　then？　I　didn't　like　it—this　wasn't　as　good　as　the　last

time。　It　was　only　dark　now；

nothing　worth　looking　at　here。　The　sound　of　the　crashing　waves　faded　into　the

black　and　became　a　quiet；

even　whoosh　that　sounded　like　it　was　ing　from　the　inside　of　my　ears

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