Falling

I parked my car into a clear little space in front of the cliff. I sat there for a minute, trying to convince myself that this was the right thing for me to do. Edward had been gone for over 5 months now, and I just couldn't find a good reason to keep moving on. Edward was my life, he was everything that kept me from killing myself. He had my heart. And he left. Gone. Bye-bye. Took my heart and left me there to wallow in my misery.

I stared at the inside of my rusty, old Toyota, letting a single tear make it's way down my cheek. I took the white paper I had written at home and layed it down on the passenger seat. I yanked the door open and got out. I walked to the edge of the cliff. I took a deep breath, not looking down. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, or clutching, more like. I closed my eyes. I moved my foot out in front of me, hovering over the edge.

Then my knees gave in.

I was falling down.

Falling, falling falling.

Then, I smiled.

Falling, falling, falling.

It sounded like music.

Falling, falling, falling.

I felt the darkness of death take me in.

Falling, falling, falling.

"Alice, do we still have time?!?!" I snapped at my sister, wanting to get there in time to cradle my Bella. Tell her that she doesn't need to kill herself anymore. That I was there for her.

"We do, Edwar-". Alice was cut off as we parked next to the cliff that Alice had seen in her vision.

I saw Bella leave a white slip of paper on the seat and get out. I tried to get out, but my legs felt like rock. She slowly walked to the edge, practically clawing at her stomach. I couldn't move. I wanted to get out and stop her, but I was so shocked, I just couldn't move. She let a foot hang over the edge. She had her eyes closed and her face looked somewhat calm. Her knees gave in and she dropped down into the swirling, rocky ocean.

"Now, do you think we have time?" I growled at Alice.

Alice just sat there, her hands over her mouth.

I got out and ran to her car. I tore the door open and grabbed the letter on the passenger seat. I clutched it to my chest before bringing it up to my eyes to read it.

Isabella Anne Swan's Last Words

To whoever this may concern,

Well, this is surprising to you, isn't. Who would have ever thought that Isabella Anne Swan was suicidal. Just think to yourself for a minute though, why I would kill myself: Was it because of someone I loved more than the world? Some one that had my heart in his hands? Yes. It was. And he left. He threw my heart on the ground. My heart is fragile. It kept beating for a while, but it was obvious to me the it wasn't going to live for much longer.

I snapped. Him not being away from me was more painful than death itself. He was my...well, everything. He was the reason I never wanted to leave Forks. He said he loved me. He left. I'm just going to keep saying it. He left, he left, he left. And hell, there's no way he couldn't have seen this coming. He probably knew that I would lose my mind at some point. Because he knew I loved him. And he loved me, too.

My beloved. My beloved, Edward. He left.

So, if you're reading this, I'm probably dead, or at least close enough. And if you're wondering how I died, I fell. I was falling.

Falling, falling, falling.

Yours Forever,

Isabella Anne Swan