This was my life now imprisoned beneath the ground I didn't know how long I had been here and only the constant burning in my throat was a reminder of what I was and why I was still alive.
My name is Bella Swan I am a Vampire this is my story. Edward had left I remember that the clearest long after I forgot what my parents were called I could remember everything that had happened between me and him. I remember the months of nightmares and the gaping hole in my chest that would never been fixed I could still feel that the emptiness but it could not compare to the raging thirst I liked to focus on the hole now it was easier to handle. I allowed my memories to consume me once more to take me away from where I was.
"Oh would you look at that little Bella all alone" My heart rate doubled at the sound of her voice but I was glad she was here to kill me and I was glad to have the pain end. She had grabbed me and we had ran to a small shack somewhere I hadn't spoken hadn't screamed "You know I have really been thinking of the best way to make you suffer and I have made the decision I am going to turn you into a vampire I figure if I have to be alone for eternity you can too." I had begged her not to turn me to just kill me that she could torture me all she wanted just not to turn me she didn't listen she made the turning last by constantly breaking bones for the venom to deal with twelve days in total I burned pain was my constant companion the moment my heart had stopped I was to dazed that the pain had stopped to stop her next attack she had removed my arms and legs telling me I would get them back but when I did I would be too weak to use them. She starved me after that making it worse by feeding in front of me allowing me to smell the blood this went on for weeks she talked about how she knew that if she starved me long enough when it came to the end I would be to weak for any sort of fight. And that's how I ended up her in a metal coffin at least twenty feet down with a gravestone to mark my grave she had laid me in the box wrapping me in chains my legs and arms finally reattaching themselves but I didn't have enough strength to heal completely and if I moved the pain would hit again so I stayed still unmoving she had smeared the inside of my coffin with blood which even now after it had dried out was still a torture every time I took a breath which happened sometimes when I forgot. Occasionally I would hear someone passing over my grave it would cause me to move to try and get at them I wanted blood but the pain would hit me and my throat was so dry the cry was barely audible.
I heard them the feet they were so light they could not be human I wondered if it was Victoria but there were more than one pair of feet above me I prayed that it was someone who would kill me. The pain seemed to treble as my mind awoke to the fact someone was above me then I heard it the sound that made me be consumed with both fear and relief fear at what more could be done to me and relief that it might be my end.