A/N: Okay, so this just kind of randomly popped into my head today when I was PMing loveedoveymonkey Thanks for the idea :D …and onto the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Stephenie Meyer does… That lucky and imaginative woman!

Jump and hope everything goes away

I looked over the edge of the cliff where I was perched, ready to take flight, the tears streamed down my face as I remembered what had brought me to this cliff. It was my precious child she had left. Died of an unknown disease, she had only been a few days old.

"Why god?" I cried out. He had taken away the one thing that made my life worth living. Emilia was gone. My so-called husband had left me for dead. He hated me, all because I had become pregnant with his child, with Emilia.

I was swept into a memory so painful; it forced me to double over to stay in one piece.

"Please don't go!" I was pleading on the floor with my husband. My belly had started to swell with the unborn child.

"You had the nerve to go and get pregnant. What is wrong with you woman? Why the hell would I stay?" I could smell the vodka on his breath. He had been out drinking to take his mind off the child, which was swelling in my belly at that moment. He raised his hand and struck me across the face.

"The child is yours!" I cried, "We're married, we can handle it." The hot tears streamed down my face. I was grasping at straws and had nothing left to help me keep him.

I watched as he stormed out the door. Then, my memory decided to show me another memory, this time dear, it was the day Emilia was born.

"Too bad daddy isn't here to see how beautiful you are." I cooed to the child, with only the slightest hint of hostility in my voice. I smiled up at the doctor who had delivered her. He was extremely good looking, "Thank you so much Dr. Cullen, you have been very kind."

He smiled at me. "We need you in the hospital for another few days, but after that you should be free to go."

I almost smiled at that memory. I had been so proud of my Emilia. I hoped that that would be the memory I parted this earth with, but my mind would not hear of it, it wanted to torture me to the end.

"I am so sorry, but she will not survive the night." Dr. Cullen told me, he was sincere in his sympathy. I felt the pain rip through me, the agony coming through me in waves all over again.

The last image I saw was of me, holding Emilia's body in my arms, cradling her as she drew her last shaky breath. I was whispering to her "Mommy's here, you will be fine, everything will be fine. Trust me." She went limp in my arms as I held her tighter to my body. The tears wanted to come, but were refused, I had cried myself dry already. I was dehydrated and I knew it, but I did not care. I held onto Emilia tightly whispering to her as she passed onto heaven.

The pain rippled through my body as I stood up shakily, coming back to the present. I prayed that my sin would be forgiven and I could join Emilia in heaven. I took one look down, towards my future and jumped, hoping that it would all go away, the pain, the memories, everything.

A/N: It's short but I think I kind of captured what Esme could have been thinking before she jumped, although I'm not sure and I have an idea to turn this into a story, but it can also stay a oneshot so let me know what you think :D