- My human life was short and promising; however it was not reasonable to grieve after it ended… that night. -
It was so cold that winter evening, as I walked home from school. I decided to take the shortcut through the narrow alleyway.
It was so dark. The moon was the only source of light, shadowing my every move.
I was thinking about my conversation with Edward Cullen today.
Why did he have to be so god damn stubborn?
Why couldn't he trust me that I would keep whatever secret he was hiding?
Gosh! He had my blood boiling every time I thought about him.
Out of nowhere I heard the heavy footsteps on the concrete grounds behind me.
I was too scared to look behind me. So I walked faster. Almost jogging.
I breathed loudly when the footsteps disappeared. Must have just been my imagination
Suddenly, without expecting it, I felt the strong, manly hands that fiercely wrapped around my neck, preventing me to breathe. I knew those hands well but I was in too much shock to realize.
He whispered "I'm sorry". I didn't understand why was he apologizing? This terrified me even more.
As I struggled to loosen the tight grip, I managed to choke out a whispered "help me!" before something sharp ripped through my skin and deep into the hollow of my neck.
Then I was left on the ground to die.
The pain was excruciating. Pain was everywhere. It burned. It burned every part of my body where it reached.
It hurt so much.
I screamed with my remaining energy. Screamed until my lungs hurt. Screamed till the darkness closed around me.
But the pain didn't stop.