The girl lay broken on the forest floor.
She was not broken compared to him.
The girl he despised had no idea what true heartbreak was.
He did.
And it tore at him like an endless black hole, ripping contstantly. Unrelentless.
The girl was to blame.
She was to blame for the pain that unfolded following her disastrous birthday party.
She was to blame for Alice leaving.
She was to blame for everything.
No pity, never pity.
Alice said he was weak. Too weak for them to carry on.
But was he weak? No. They were wrong. Alice was wrong. Edward was wrong.
And he would show them all, he would show them the true meaning of strength.
Strength that he endured after years of constant torture, unwavering at Maria's side.
The girl would learn what pain is, he would ensure of that. He would do it himself.
And at the last hurdle, when she could take no more, when she was on her knees begging for death
He would drink the sweet nectar that taunted him for days upon days, but not all of it, oh no.
She would be granted her previous wish, he would change her into a vampire himself.
Then she would know how it feels to wonder this world aimlessly for eternity.
Pure pain, undiluted torture. She would pay.
And Jasper would finally leave this world, satisfied that the catalyst of his downfall was finally getting what she rightly deserved. Retribution.
Revenge would be sweet.
It would be perfect.
It would be his.
...
Bella awoke to the distant sound of someone calling her name.
Were people looking for her?
She considered moving, shouting that she was here.
But her heart throbbed, and her energy diminished. They would find her.
Or perhaps they wouldn't, she didn't care wither way.
Edward was gone.
The thought alone ripped a sob from her trembling body.
The pain was overwhelming.
It couldn't get any worse.
How wrong she was.