A/N: Normally people can come up with those really clever disclaimers that say how they're not Stephanie Meyer... yeah... no... I don't really think that that's necessary. We all know that I'm not her. Anyway, this story is post breaking dawn. Don't worry; the Cullens will be in it later, also Bella isn't the main character in this story.
Prologue- Memento Mori
When I was a human, death was always a possibility, something that we lived around for our entire short lives. Always fearing, yet always accepting as well. When my grandfather died my family had told me that it was alright, death was peaceful, like closing your eyes and never waking up again. No pain. No nothing, just peace.
As much as I hate to ruin the moment of peacefulness... all I can really think right now is 'they were sure as hell wrong'. I tried to take a deep breath, a natural instinct when I felt the need to calm myself, but my body was to broken even for that. The fire sped closer to me ,flaring with sharp bursts and low flickers, mimicking the pain raging inside of me. I couldn't move, I could just wait helpless as the flames sped closer.
My family may be right, death itself may be peaceful, but I know now that dying isn't.