Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Series, written by Stephanie Meyer. I mean, I do own copies of the books, but… ;D
A/n; Don't think that I don't like the books, but there was a lot more that I thought could have been done with them, and this is me messing around with ideas. I liked the books a lot when I was younger, and I just wanted to turn them into something with a little extra umph. I wanted it to be a little more of a teen experience with a little more detail, you know? Here goes my attempt at vampires and werewolves, and cheers to you Stephanie Meyer!
Preface
Dying isn't just something that you think about – or want to for that matter – while you're still living a perfectly healthy life. It's something that I should have thought about due to my situation for the past few months, but I still didn't think that I would actually die. Not in this way at least. It didn't even cross my mind.
I stared at the hunter from across the long room of mirrors, into his dark eyes. The look of contempt on his face would have made me angry, if I wasn't staring into the eyes of death.
I regret leaving this place, leaving my family and friends behind. Dying, moving on without them, and leaving them without me. Surely this was a good way today, noble even. To die in the place of someone that I loved, somebody other than me, it's an act of selflessness. It had to count for something. Maybe it would erase all of the mistakes I've made, and make everyone see that I'm a good person.
I never wanted this to happen. I know that had I never come to Forks, if I never fell in love with all of the people around me, if I never was curious and nosy enough to get into other people's business, I wouldn't be facing death. I wouldn't be sprawled on the floor in this pain. For some reason, as terrified and hurt as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret anything. It was such a dream to me, such a terrifying, fantastic dream. When life hands you something that climbs high over your wall of expectations, it doesn't really make any sense to regret a thing when it comes to an end. When things do come to an end, it doesn't make sense to regret it then, because you can't change anything anyways.