A/N – My first ever Twilight fiction. I had this on the computer forever now, just never got around to putting it up. This was before Bella jumped off the cliff in New Moon.
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My Letter, My Suicide Note.
Dear whoever found me,
Tonight you'll find me with my head comfortable in the pillow. You'll walk out because you think I'm asleep, but you're wrong.
Tomorrow morning, you'll yell at me to wake up for school. Something you never have to do. You'll yell again for me to wake up and come downstairs, when only me and the Gods know I won't.
You get frustrated at me, and stomp up the stairs, and into my room. You bring a glass of water with you. You flick the water on the back of my neck. When that doesn't seem to work, you'll pour the whole glass over my dark brown head. I'll still have no reaction, and you'll begin to worry.
You'll pull me to face you, and find the blood staining my pillow, where my head once lay. You'll gasp, and you see the gun that had fallen underneath me. You'll let out a cry, and if someones with you, they'll rush in and ask what's wrong, but stop in mid-sentence when they see my lifeless form.
At the funeral, you'll sit in black in the front pew at my hometown church. You'll be staring in front of yourself, asking where you went wrong with me, but nobody will ever answer the question that's been running through your mind.
I'll be up in heaven, watching your every move. I'll be happy, now that I'm with the angels themselves. Still, all you'll think about is why I did it. Think about the good times, I am.
Tell Edward that I love him.
Tell Charlie he is my beloved father.
Tell Renee that I adore her, and I also missed Phil in my stay at Forks.
Tell Alice that she was truly my best friend and sister.
Tell Jasper that I loved his silence.
Tell Emmett that he was my teddy bear brother.
Tell Rosalie that she's a bitch, but still my sister.
Tell Esme she was my mother away from home.
Tell Carisle he was my second father.
So, whoever is reading this, please tell all these special people this. Show them this letter. Show them my suicide note.
Bella Swan.
Bella put down her paper and red ink pen. She placed it on the small nightstand she had beside her bed, and picked the small black, but power gun. She had taken it from Charlie's gun pocket in his chief police uniform.
She was uncomfortable doing such a thing when Charlie was only an earshot away. But she was doing it now. If she waited for tomorrow, she wouldn't keep the nerve.
She placed the tip of the gun to her temple, her main target. She clicked the safety off.
About ready, she took a gasp, and heard a thin flip of air. She looked up and there he was. There was Edward standing not meters away from her, trying to get her to stop what she was doing.
She closed her eyes, and blew out. "It's too late, Edward," she said in a broken voice. She swallowed, and heard Edward frantically trying to stop her, but nothing could stop her now, seeing as she already pulled the trigger.
A sharp and fast pain went through her head, and she fell back on the bed with a start. Still she could hear. Still she could hear his angel like, and that was the best sound of dying. Dying beside the person she loved, and she always said that sounds like a good way to go. And it was.
She took her last breath in, and said in a quite whispered, peaceful voice, "Edward, my letter, my suicide note." And with that, Isabella Swan, was gone.
A/N – It was short, I know. Sorry. Anyways, I hope you liked it, and please review. And just because this didn't end happily, all flamers will be laughed upon.