I look in the mirror, again, my family has no understanding of why and neither do I. Well not clearly
Renesmee moved out 2 years ago with Jacob, and me, I've changed my human memories fading, my human sense going, like its all travelling onto the other side of this mirror,
Edward has gone hunting, we haven't made love in days somehow the need for that faded as well, along with all feeling I once had, I haven't hunted in days and looking in the mirror makes me forget everything around me it gives me a kind of peace.
My family are concerned especially Edward and Carlisle for my apparent lack of communication, I haven't moved from here in eight hours, my record two days, but it's all I want to do, it helps me think, no distractions, just me, I think a lot, trying to force back memories, but nothings there and if I try too hard it hurts like shattered glass un mend able.
I miss my human life, strange but only because if I knew I'd feel pain like this, I would have backed out. Charlies close to death as well, lung infection. Ill miss, him, I miss my mum, I even miss phil, they all think I'm dead of course. And since I don't breathe I guess I am.
And all Im going to do is look at the mirror. ...
3 days I've been here I haven't even moved, the family came again concerned, but Carlisle and Edward came alone this morning, I guessed before they even spoke, Charlie was gone.
And that triggered the thoughts to come all at, once, they left to give me time, but I'd already had my time, my daughter gone, no longer needing, me if I hadn't had her maybe my expectations wouldn't be so high, but now there's nothing to do, Edward, he thinks he loves me at the moment, but he loves bella, and bella is slowly but surely dying, her memories, the things I know that make her tick, are gone I don't enjoy the things she once did, I tried reading wuthering heights, I stopped it was all a blur for me, the plot disappearing. And Charlie my one secure link to humanity gone, and with him gone all my human memories shutting down like a blackout, a blank sheet.
The actions that followed were perfected with no flaw or hesitation like a well rehearsed routine, I took gasoline from the garage and poured it around me, I lit the match and it burst into flames, one by one, i pulled my arm off my legs following, I watched them burn almost elegantly, I heard the screams of my family, but it too late the flames consumed me and I felt myself floating onto the other side of the mirror.