Prologue
I had three options: I could fight, I could hide, or I could die.
It wasn't a difficult decision.
I knew what I had to do, the one thing no one else wanted. I couldn't battle old friends, and I couldn't let the people I loved endanger themselves to save me.
That left dying—the one thing that might prevent a bloodbath.
I knew that if I'd never come to Forks, none of this would have happened. Even as I prepared for my murder, though, I wouldn't have changed any events of these past months. I had not chosen this life for myself, but I was still grateful for it, for all I'd found in such a short time. If death was the price for such brief happiness, I'd pay it gladly.
My only regret was the pain I would cause my family, the knowledge that they wouldn't understand. If I told them what I was planning, they wouldn't let me out of their sight. In the end, though, I knew that it would be worth it. They'd been happy before I entered their lives, and they'd be happy again.
I took a deep breath and ran off to find my killers.