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Unfortunate Circumstances
Esme's POV
I'd just lost my baby, my life. I guess it just wasn't meant to be, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. He was barely three days old, so young and helpless. He was the prime reason of my existence; I wasn't going to try and live without him. I just couldn't.
"Esme, it wasn't your fault. It was inevitable. He was going to die anyway." A woman's voice distracted me. I looked up and saw my sister, Eve, standing nearby, her hand on my shoulder. The pain of my son's death tore my heart into pieces, and the tears were cascading down my face as though there was no tomorrow.
That was it! There wouldn't be a tomorrow! I would end my suffering and be with my baby boy forever!
But to get away from Eve. That would be the hard part. I knew she didn't deserve to experience my death like I had to experience my son's, but there was nothing else I could think of.
What else was there to do to end my suffering? I certainly couldn't think of anything. Eve was just so kind, to hurt her was just unimaginable. But this was how it was meant to be. I shouldn't be alive while my son lies in his grave.
"Esme? Can you hear what I'm saying?" Eve's soft voice sounded so far away, but I responded anyway.
"Sorry Eve, what were you saying?" I asked her, reluctantly moving my mind from my dead son.
"Esme, I know you're upset, but you have to let go. I know it's going to be hard, but life must go on." She said softly and I sighed.
"Excuse me Eve; I need to go for a walk. Alone, if you don't mind." I said and she nodded sympathetically.
"Alright. I'll see you when you get back." She said and I stood up, walking out of the house and into the bright daylight outside. I looked at the clock in the town square. It was just before 4pm. I sighed. My son had passed away just over an hour ago. I walked out of the town, into the forest and towards a cliff extending out over the sea. But when I looked down over the cliff, I saw the tide was low, and the jagged rocks at the bottom were easily visible.
Perfect. I'm sorry I had to put you through this Eve. Please forgive me. I thought to myself, taking a deep breath and taking a large step off the edge of the cliff. I closed my eyes as I fell through the air, before I hit the bottom.
The first thing I noticed was what felt like every bone in my body being shattered, before the pain came. I wanted to scream with the pain, but I couldn't find my voice. I could feel myself begin to detach from my own body as my heart slowed. I couldn't even open my eyes.
This can't be death. Death is supposed to be painless and peaceful. There's too much pain for this to be what death is like. I thought, just as I heard voices. My broken and twisted body had been found and I knew I would be taken to hospital.
"What's she doing here?" I heard a distant male voice say. "Do you think she jumped?" he asked one of his companions.
"I don't know. There's a pulse; she's still alive, but it appears there's nothing we can do for her. We'd better get her to the hospital, in any case. If nothing else, Dr. Cullen will know what to do. He's the best doctor the hospital's ever had. He'll know what to do." A second man said and I felt myself being lifted into someone's warm arms. But as they lifted me, pain seared through my entire body at an incredible rate.
"Careful, it looks like there's a few broken bones." The first man said as I was carried gently to the nearby beach, before I felt myself being loaded into a car.