"You don't want me?"
"No"
That's the last words I heard from the lips of my angel. My life. My Edward
These are the thoughts that rush through my head as the razor makes pink scars up and down my arms.
'He made this… this monster out of me. With out him I'm without a mind, without a heart, with out a soul.
For the briefest of seconds I felt as if he was with me once again. I shook away the thought as I washed the water over my bloody arms…