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Hey everybody, it's bellawannabee92 here. I just wanna tell you that this story doesn't have the Cullens or the werewolves in it yet. But it will. And I'd like to wish everyone a happy new year. I'd also like to encourage reviews on this story.

Holding my breath, I jumped. I didn't want to stay there anymore. My existence meant little to the illness that was consuming me. Stay alive was pointless to me now.

After realizing that there was nothing that could save me from this fate. In the end, anyway. Once again, I really was a waste. I also came to the conclusion that if I ended it now, I wouldn't suffer longer. I could escape it all, that much sooner.

It was the time of the Black Death, back then. When we carried around a candle at night and told stories by memories. My family had all suffered from the illness. I was the last one left to die though. The rest of my family already had perished. When I finally realized my horrific end was next, I was weak.

But I was infected, nonetheless. So I was warded off to a quarantined town. We had marvelous mountains separating us from the other cities. These were the mountains I intended on using to help me escape my fate. My illness's plan for my life.

I had planned my excursion precisely perfect. I wanted it to go unnoticed, so nobody would go in search of me. That would have ruined everything.

I choose to leave on a Thursday that they choose to dedicate to pray for those affected by the disease.

I snuck away after the morning check up. I cowered and ducked behind trees to the mountains. I searched for the section I knew was well hidden. I didn't want to be spotted before I succeed.

I waited half of the day, for the perfect time. A time where I felt completely at peace with everything. I finally felt whole as the wind blew leaves at my face carrying a gustily chill with them.

I decided then, right then, I was the perfect time to jump. So I did. I enjoyed the rush of the wind pushing me forward, but not pushing strong enough to succeed to push me back. I soared downward with not a care in the world. I felt free, serene. Ready to accept the fact that I was going to die the moment I hit the sharp, rocky ground.

That was when I saw them, the warriors from the enemy's country. They gathered around in a circle, as I was 20 meters from the ground as if to catch me. I started to scream to them to stop. I wanted to die. I needed to die. But they didn't seem to notice.

I fell into their eager arms. Looking at their faces, I found that they had strange golden eyes with dark circles around them. They seemed to be radiating a chillness I'd never felt before. As I looked into their beautiful faces, I felt like I was going to be healthy again.

Then they took me to their camp. What they did there, I couldn't have been sure. All I remember is the blinding pain that came afterwards. It felt like fire. I thought to myself, this is what it feels like to die from this disease. I'm finally going to die, I'm going to be free from everything.