Crying

by lightasdawn

During New Moon. Bella takes a radical approach to Edward leaving.

They were all crying. It was my fault. I looked at my hands, they were stained. Of course no one could see that except me.

I am a killer.

A Murderer.

I looked at my hands and tried to cry but the tears stayed in my eyes.

I was a murderer.

I had stolen life. I looked at the faces the people I had become so close with.

I betrayed them.

I was a murderer. My hands stole life. That grave stone should not be their yet and those people, they should not be crying.

I watched them go, weeping as climbed into cars.

I had killed and I regretted it.

I walked to my grave stone and still the tears wouldn't fall. I had an eternity to think over my mistakes. I was no vampire. I am a sprit dammed to walk the earth for all eternity thinking of what I have done.

It is all his fault that I am dead.