A/N: This is a story I suddenly had the urge to write at eleven at night. I was just watching mtv and BAM! There it was. This was an emotional writing experience for me.
Disclaimer: Do I own Twilight? I think you know the answer.
I ran as fast as possible, trying to find solace in a world full of hate. I wanted to escape from the awful world around me. I was a simple person; I had never asked for much. There was never a moment when I displayed any malice towards any other person on this planet, too emotionally marred by the disgust displayed towards me. Why it was me these terrible things happened to, I don't know.
I usually swallowed everything I was given; positive or not. Some people believe that only the strongest people get the most difficult obstacles. But after a while, the strong fall weak with the weight of their bearings. One human could only take so much.
I finally reached the bridge. The location I had been unconsciously guiding myself towards. I panted heavily. Was I here for the view, hoping the peacefulness of the area would calm me? Or did I travel here with much darker intentions?
Acting on impulse, I stood on the edge of the bridge, looking at the dark river beneath me. I cried a few tears, not the overdramatic sobbing one would expect at a moment like this. Because, truthfully, I was done. I was done with everything. I was done with the pain and the guilt. I was done with the pitiful and degrading looks people constantly gave me. I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't even summon the energy to cry properly.
It was then I realized my solace came in a liquid form, and was conveniently one jump away. All I had to do was step off this bridge, and surely the impact would kill me instantly, especially on a dreary, stormy day like this. I closed my eyes, preparing myself. I wanted to, finally, let myself feel completely.
Every memory that was stored in my brain flickered brilliantly before me. Even the ones I thought I had forgotten were there. From the day I first rode my bike, to the day I made my mom's birthday cake all by myself. As my life progressed in front of me, the little snapshots became increasingly painful. But I didn't open my eyes. I was done repressing them.
My parent's death, my best friend's addiction, and my brother's resentment against life…they all crossed my mind before what I knew had to be my final moments. However, there were a few memories that were too gut wrenching to bear.
I briefly wondered if I would go to heaven. But I decided it didn't really matter, as long as I could end this now.
Nobody would see me at this time of night. Hopefully I would be forgotten. That would be better than being remembered as the lonely girl who never smiled and shut the world out. As the girl who did weird things, and was a weird person. That would be better than letting people think so lowly of me.
I took a single foot off the bridge. I was just about to leave the hurt behind, when destiny changed its mind. Somebody had yanked me back fiercely. I opened my eyes slowly to see who had saved me from my sweet self inflicted demise.
There, in front of my very eyes, was the one I thought I had lost. The only person who I would have wanted to save me. That person stared back with such love and tenderness, but there was pain and guilt too. I crushed myself to the beautiful body before me.
I smiled for the first time in years.
Edward had saved me from myself. He was still living, and in that second, he had brought me back to life as well.
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