Hey! SO, I suddenly had this idea for another story…but, just so you know, I DO NOT know who Bella will end up with, so yeah. PLEASE READ! BYYYEEE!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of these character, they belong to the wonderful SM, no matter how much I wish otherwise.

Chapter ONE

BPOV

I pulled the keys out of the ignition and set them on the seat; Jake would probably want the truck. He would probably give it to Vanessa. I shut the door, and walk to the edge of the forest, and just stand there for a moment, letting the wind blow in my hair.

I let the hurt swallow me whole, and the hole in my heart grew and grew, until it was all of me, it was all that I was. Before, I didn't know what I was going to do when I got here. Maybe sit, think about what I had done in my life that was so bad that I deserved this, maybe?

But no. I knew what I had done. I was a selfish little bitch, who hurt the people around her without even trying, and I deserved this. This pain, the torture, I had brought it upon myself.

This wasn't like the last time. Last time, I had been searching for something to help me continue living, something to help me continue on. This time, I wanted to die.

That was why I clutched three bottles of pills in one hand and a knife in the other. I had left all of my letters in the passenger seat of the truck, and I knew soon after I was gone, a wolf would show up. Maybe even before, but there would be no coming back from what I did. No savior, no way to stay alive. There wasn't a reason to, anyways.

With that thought in my head, I walked to the edge of the cliff, and the wind was blowing my hair in my face. I unscrewed the bottles lids, and dumped them all into my hand.

This was my last chance. My last chance to live, to just throw all the pills over the cliff, along with the knife, and return to my apartment.

But I wasn't afraid of death, and I wasn't a coward. I tossed the pills into my mouth and roughly swallowed them. Then, before I got too dizzy I grabbed the knife and drug it multiple times over each wrist, bringing up thick lines of blood. I turned around.

I wanted to see the forest, that I had once detested so much, and then the sky before I died. I looked into the forest, and saw a russet wolf with amber eyes just before I leant back wards, towards the ocean.

As I fell, I heard a heartbreaking howl, but I knew he would recover. Vanessa would be there for Jacob, reminding him of everything he now hates about me, making it so that he was glad for my death. She would tell him that I laughed at him and his attempts at my heart, that I never loved him, that I enjoyed seeing him in pain, that I enjoyed hurting him.

None of that was true, of course, but if that's what he had to believe to let me go, to be with someone who could love him with her whole heart, then so be it.

My thoughts are abruptly cut off as I hit the water, and I look up through the waves at the sky one last time, before I shut my eyes and give in. I fade to black…

I'm floating in the black now, there is no beginning or end, no past or future, there was only the present. And that feeling of timelessness continued, but the floating did not.

Suddenly, I could feel a couch beneath me, and then there was a searing feeling. It started in my neck, then my wrists, then my ankles. The feeling circulated towards my heart, and spread out. I was completely enveloped in the pain.

I was on fire, everything was burning, my fingers and toes, arms and legs, my face and all the rest of me. I thought for sure it would end soon, but it did not. The only thing I had to tell the passing by was a cool stroking on my hand. My left hand was the only part of me that was not so horrendously burning.

Somebody was grasping my hand, running their thumb over the back of it. I counted the strokes. One, two, three, four… I focused on that, and even though the burning was terrible, I focused on that.

Ten thousand six hundred and thirteen strokes later, the burning continued, and I wanted so desperately to die. I knew, now, that this must be the change. I must be turning into one of them. I wondered who could be the one who was changing me, and I knew.

Victoria. She wanted me to have to live forever, to have this pain about me for forever, for the rest of my sure to be very long existence. I finally felt the burning start to leave the tips of my fingers and toes, and the stroking was gone.

As the fire receded, the intensity grew in my heart. It hurt more. I was sure that I had been screaming throughout the whole process, but now it was sure to be heard miles away.

And then, with a final burst of pain, I screeched, my back arched, and the pain dissipated. It was gone, just like that. I lied still for a moment, and then open my eyes.

I could see everything. Every dust mote, particle in the air, miniscule chips in the wood of the table I was laying on, every imperfection was open for me to see.

I heard a small rustle, and in half a second I was crouched in a defensive position in the corner of the room. A moment later, a man entered the room. He had brownish reddish hair, an angular face with a strong jaw. He was about six foot tall, and then I was burning again. Behind him was a sleazy looking man, and I immediately knew that he was a pedophile. He had raped little children, both boys and girls.

The fire in my throat was not the burning returning, but my thirst. I leapt on the man and within seconds I had drained him dry. I pushed his body away, disgusted. His dirty, child molesting blood was all over the shirt I was wearing.

I looked to the man; he smiled at me. I was completely entranced. He was beautiful.

I blatantly stared at him, waiting for him to say, to do something, because frankly, he looked eerily familiar and it was starting to creep me out. And then, he introduced himself.

"I'm Riley. Riley Biers."

Okay, so! That a-tat-tat-tat, was chapter 1~! Please review, thank you for reading! BYYEEEE!