Prologue

Sirens. I heard sirens. Why? I thought death was supposed to be peaceful and quiet.

I couldn't keep my eyes open. I saw a bright light over my head. I smiled. I was told never to go towards the light, but this was the only time that I would. I went towards it.

I no longer struggled to stay awake, I didn't want to either. I was at peace, finally, after all these years. I just needed to sink in a little farther.

But why did my wrists still hurt? That didn't make any sense to me.

The pain should have gone away. Why hasn't it? Why?

There was pain in the inside of my elbow, but that pain and the pains in my wrist slowly faded, as did my consciousness.

Several hours later, I woke up with a very bright light hanging over my head.

"Am... am I dead?" I asked in a whisper, something near happiness was hidden in my tone. Someone moved beside me.

"No, not even close. You are very lucky." A soft soothing voice whispered back to me. I groaned. That happy feeling quickly vanished. There was a dull throbbing in my wrists.

I remembered exactly what happened.

I didn't want to go out to dinner tonight. I had other plans.

I was faking a cold to get out of it. I would even raise my body temperature by hiding underneath the blankets in my upstairs bedroom. I often did this when I didn't want to go to school either. No one suspects a thing.

I thought that I could get out of this dinner too.

It worked. It started this morning when I heard the news. I knew that I had to find away out of it.

It was a weekend anyways. I wasn't good with a large crowd of people. I stayed upstairs almost all day. I said that I didn't feel very good, and lied saying that it was just getting worse.

Once they were gone, I grabbed my pocket knife and headed to the bathroom. I placed towels all over the floor. I knew this was going to cause a mess, I didn't want them to suffer even more than they were going to.

I sat down in the tub and turned on the water. It felt uncomfortable sitting there in my clothes as the water soaked me. Once it was up to my chest, I turned off the water.

I flicked open the knife and placed it to the inside of my wrists.

It was over in an instant, turning the water pink, then it turned darker from there. But before I blacked out, I heard the front door unlock. Once my family was inside, they called for me.

They made their way upstairs. My adopted brother opened the bathroom. When he saw me, he screamed.

I don't remember much after that.

"I am not going to ask why you did this, but you need to know that your family is very grateful that you're not dead." The doctor said. He was very handsome. He was young looking, I knew his face well. It was Dr. Cullen.