Chapter One
Note: I own nothing but Mia- I don't own Twilight I own nothing but Mia
I was born in the year of 1874; I was the daughter of a blacksmith. My father William Turner had raised since I was a babe, after my mother Elisabeth died giving birth to me. Our life was simple we weren't rich or poor we were very comfortable.
My father was a proud man, not saying he was conceded or anything. He always gotten involved with other people's problems wanting to save them from there daemons. That's what unfortunately had caused his death.
I was fifteen at the time; the shop was unusually busy that day we had a bunch of orders filled in for the British army of Port Royal; were we lived. He left me in charge of the shop that day, he had some business he had to take care in town. Hours had gone by since he had left early that morning, I had gotten really concerned he was never out this later; what type of business did he have to care of so late.
For days he had gone missing, I searched and searched for him but I found nothing. I convinced myself that there must have been some explanation to why he was gone, but I knew in the back of my mind that something horrible had happened to him.
Then four days later navy officers found him, his body was floating ashore on the beach; several bullet wounds were on his body his throat was slit and his pockets were empty. They assumed he was helping a beggar on the street he was trying to help, had killed him and stole his money.
I was never the same after that, I denied his death for months; his not dead it's a lie he will come back. He never did. I was a walking zombie; I was a shell I felt nothing inside. I had to close the blacksmith my father business that he had for years, because of my depression. I didn't want to live anymore, I had lost everything.
So I had decided to end it, a year after his death. I had locked the entire shop up and written my last thoughts of my life and what I have been struggling with. I had taken one of my father's prized daggers that have been in our family foe years, his great-grandfather had made it for him. The blade was made of sliver, the hilt was made of white gold a ball of sliver and gold was on the hilt. The sheath was made of white gold, sliver and gold vines ran through the whole sheath.
I decide to end my pathetic existence, I chose to end my life were my father's body was found, I don't know why I had chose that spot; maybe to somehow be closer to my father.
Maybe we would end up in the same place, and I'd be happy again.
It was pouring out that night, you could barely see the outlines of the buildings, mud caked my feet as each step I took; I paid no attention. I held the dagger closer to my chest, I grasped the dagger it tighter once I stepped into the soggy beach my heart pounded in my chest harder, it was coming close to the end.
I stood at the shore as the rushing waves at my feet, the mud caked on my feet had melted away leaving my feet bare.
"I miss you father" I whispered as tears fell from my sapphire eyes, it went unnoticed by the pouring rain.
I pulled the dagger from its sheath and held the dagger to my wrist, my hand shakily drew across it. It was only a thin cut at first I thought nothing I had happened, but then scarlet came pouring out; I had down it.
I began laughing hysterically then it turned into a mixture of both, I fell to the ground the water splashed around me. I laughed as my body started to go into shock, as more sticky scarlet poured out of my fresh wound.
"I'll be with you soon" I sobbed
I didn't feel the cold touch against my cheek, everything felt cold to me at this point.
"My child what have you done" whispered a velvety voice
The hand had felt cold and smooth; it felt as if silk was being rubbed against my skin. I could barley see the person that stood above me. As I tried to focus my eyes more, I noticed it was man, he had long black hair.
"Father" had I died and gone to heaven
His gently had brushed against my cheek again "No luv-I'm not"
I let out a choking sob "Then go-I want my father" I sobbed "I want him Back"
"This won't bring him back luv" he cooed
I sobbed harder "I know-I couldn't live in this life anymore" tears fell harder "I was so alone to empty-being with him would make me happy again"
He rubbed my cheek more "Your Father wouldn't want this would he" he soothed "He would want you to live and be happy"
"I know-but I was so alone" I began "I just wanted to end my pathetic life that I had been living for over a year-maybe some how a new beginning" I came to some realization, I didn't maybe wanted to end my life but start over-to wash away.
"I could give you that if you want" He asked me gently "A new beginning"
Could he could he give-I wanted that but could he give me that
"Would you stay with me" I asked him in a whisper
"Yes Luv" he whispered
Then fire engulfed my veins.