It was a race. Against the pack . Against Edward. Against fate itself. I didn't know. But I knew it was a race, to see who would kill need first. The pack wanted me dead, because of Edward. Edward wanted me dead because of fate. And fate wanted me dead because I my imprint didn't want me. It's safe to say life sucks.
And that's exactly why I'm lying on the cold permafrost in Alaska, body beaten and worn; mind on the verge of insanity; spirit skydiving to the ground; soul giving away; and still smiling because I knew that in just a minute my slowing heart would give up.
I had no regrets though. I was even proud of myself for lasting with a rejected imprint for almost a year. I was strong the entire time. Months of withering in pain. No sleep. No food. No life. But I stayed strong.
I remember the day I imprinted and how I wanted to tell him so bad. And I remember wanting to kill Bella so any times when she was with him. I remember shutting my mind off to him whenever he was near. I remember almost breaking down a few times, wanting nothing more than to spill everything to him. I remember the pain, having to just everything from my pack and my dad. I remember just a month ago when the pack found out. How they all instantly attached me. How, after figuring I was beaten enough, they went to the Cullen's and attached Edward. How Edward then found me to further my wounds with a tongue lashing. And Bella, who used to be so sweet, came to me apologizing while implying that I should stay away in her undertone. I remember running away not a week afterwards. The pack following me and finding e at every chance they got and biting at me, clawing at me, and just ripping away my flesh at every opportunity. And I remember just ten minutes ago Edward coming here to tell me to just do everyone a favor and die.
I can't say that didn't hurt, but as Im used to pain I got over it quickly. And now all I want to do was thank him. The pain I'd been dealing with for so long was breaking me, I needed a release. Which is just what the vampire had given me.
Feeling mellow for the first time in months I laid down ready to die.
Edward
I didn't know.
And now as I stand here before Bella with wide eyes I feel multiple waves of regret charging through me. Her words continuously swimming through my mind, "The imprinter has to follow every demand from his or her imprintee. Me being the imprintee just told me imprint to do. I hadn't meant it. I was just venting because I didn't know what else to do.
I didn't know.
It was when I was about to turn to go find him that I felt it. It was too late. I knew in my mind, and heart that he wqs gone. I didn't quite know what to expect but I didn't think that I'd feel this hopeless. I felt devastated, depressed, sick, grief, so many different negative emotions I could barely stand.
Turning away from my worrying girlfriend I started to dry heave, wishing there was something I could actually throw up. My eyes burned with the want to cry. My body was shaking. I felt weak.
I was drawing into my own self until I heard a Gasp from Bella. I looked up to see her staring at my arm. Following her gaze I looked down to see the pale marble was cracking.
Bum bum bum... guess the imprint goes both ways. One dies the other follows. Hehe. Tell me what you guys think. This doesn't go in with 'Morning Light' I just had the idea so yeah. 'Hurt Me, ' is officially on hold because I like the sadism/masochism relationship there so I don't want to write a bunch of filler chapters while trying to find on idea. And I might take a while posting the next chapter to 'Morning Light, ' because Im going to g g pi back to edit, correct, and maybe add to chapters 1-5. Thanks for reading.
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