My extended family all have diaries, as for me I keep a journal. The difference being I don't write every day, but I will jot down my thoughts from the experiences I have had.
This first page was written in 1937 - but the experience is from 1935.*1
The pain is excruciating. I must be in hell, because I am burning so. I am searching my mind to see what I may have done to deserve this. The burning may stop soon as my memories are fading away, meaning death will engulf me soon. I remember hiking in the Appalachian Mountains I believe, when I ran across a bear. Bears usually don't attack but this one had her baby cubs with her, and they will attack anything they perceive as a threat to them. This bear decided I was a threat mauled me until I lost consciousness. I could have sworn that something ice cold picked me up and ran so fast a man would none of this was possible. I opened my eyes for a glance of where I was and found myself in the mist of being carried by the most beautiful angel I have ever seen.
I asked her "Are you an angel?"*2 She did not answer me. I closed my eyes again and after a little time I heard her say "Please fight, stay alive". She had to be an angel for her voice sounded like music to my ears.
She was asking me to fight, so fight I did. The next thing I remember there were voices arguing with the angel begging to help save me, she kept saying, "Please Carlisle"she cried out, "Please be the doctor I know and love and help him". Boy my angel was a spitfire. She was not going to stop until he got her way. "Carlisle", she said, "For some reason I am very attached to him, he is dying as we speak, and I don't think I could bear it if he does."
All I know is I was in so much pain that my wounds were more fatal than I may have known. The good doctor gave me morphine to ease my pain, then he gave me more to make me feel nothing. The next thing I remember is a piercing such like a bite on my neck, and that is when the fire stated.
All I know is the morphine stopped working even though the doctor named Carlisle kept giving me morphine,
but it seems like it is nothing as I don't feel it working. I can hear them talking about the decision they all made on regards to me. It was good to hear that they felt it was right.
My personal angel keeps leaving and coming back, and holding my hand, "Please forgive me Emmett", how did she know my name? Everything seems so different now. The fire seems to be stopping in my legs and arms, but is continuing to move, and grow hotter by the second, yet I feel stronger hear things I never heard before this day, and smelled things that I have never smelled before.
Something strange was happening. The fire was in my throat, and moving towards my chest. Yes something strange was happening, something so strange I cannot describe it.
*1 - From Rosalie's Diary
*2 - From Rosalie's Diary
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