I apologize to all the little Twilighters I'll offend in this fanfiction. I do not own Twilight (THANK GOD) or any other form of it. The comments are specifically my own and I hope that those who hate Twilight will be mildly entertained. If you love Twilight and think vampires sparkle, then get out and go read My Immortal or something. Please enjoy my humble bashing of Twilight. ~The Amazing Nerdette
PREFACE
I'd never given much thought to how I would die-though I'd had reason enough in the last few months-
Holy shit guys. This girl is suicidal!
but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the eyes of a dark hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surely it was a good day to die, in the place of someone else, someone I lived. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death right now.
Lol…Forks…
But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonably to grieve when it comes to an end.
Um…yeah, it's totally reasonable. Human nature dictates that we will always want more. And when someone takes that more away, whether they are human or God himself, it's natural to miss what you had and crave for it to return. For example, if your childhood was absolutely fantastic, even beyond your wildest dreams where you can be free to be who you are, and suddenly you turn 20, and everyone expects you to be mature, naturally you would yearn for your childhood. Hell, I grieve my childhood whenever I hear the Disney opening playing! And if that isn't reasonable, then Bella must be Jesus.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way
Brilliant writing. Just brilliant.
as he sauntered forward to kill me.