A/N: Hey guys. Welcome to Not Finished Living. This isn't the first fanfiction I've written but it's my first on Fanfiction(dot)net. I hope you like it! ENJOY!
Dedications
To Stephenie Meyer, without whom Emmett Dale McCarty Cullen would not exist.
And to all of my friends, without whom I'd have no inspiration nor reason to write this. I love every single one of you.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga (well, I own copies of the books...) it belongs to Stephenie Meyer. As does Emmett Cullen, sadly...
EDIT: Okay, so because everyone is asking, the character that is speaking in the prologue is my OC. Yes her name happens to be Rose, but she is NOTHING like Rosalie. Get it? good.
NO I WILL NOT TELL YOU WHO SAVES HER! READ/WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Prologue
"Help! Please! Someone help me!"
When you know you're going to die, you can't help but scream for a savior. I'm not afraid to die, I'm just not finished living.
I sputtered, coughing up water.
"Please help me! I don't want to die!"
My legs kept fighting the dark water, trying to keep my head above the icy surface, but they were numb.
Even when you feel like you have nothing to live for, you just want to live.
I couldn't move my legs. My hands reached for ice too far out of reach. My breath came in rapid, shallow puffs of steam and my heart was racing.
You feel as though, if you keep trying, you'll find a place in the world. And if you die before you've found your place, you've failed.
My eyes grew wide as I began to sink. I tried to fight the water, but it was no use. With an arm outstretched to the sky, I fell into the icy dark. But before my last fingertip touched the icy depth of my grave, I felt a warm hand grip mine. I would have smiled at someone rescuing me. But it was too late, I slipped into the dark.
[A/N: Sorry about the cliffy. I hate those too.]