AN: So, here is another depressing FanFic. Its finished for now, but if I get in another depressed mood, I may add on to it. You never know. Takes place after Edward leaves in New Moon. The rest is up to your interpretation, though it's pretty straight forward. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!

I feel like a fool. I fell in love with you blindly, and in the end, it brought me only pain and suffering. While we were together, it was like all the angels of heaven were smiling down upon us. But looking back, I see now the always-present, underlying blackness, due to your self-loathing and closed mind. You refused to believe you were good, and at first I did not understand. But I see now, the truth: you are selfish. You played with my heart for months, making me fall in love with you, and then, right when I was in so deep I would have followed you to the ends of the earth, you withdrew your own love, leaving me cold and broken. Shattered. There will be no putting me back together: the pieces are scattered, thrown to the four winds by your cold heart. It does not beat, it does not feel. And now, because of you, because of the secret you let me guess, I am condemned, forced to choose between death and immortality. Dying, never again to feel the pain of my broken heart, or living forever with an empty chest, forced to obey cruel masters. Their red eyes pierce me as I scream, being eaten alive by the fire raging threw my body. The old me will no longer exist when this is over. I chose to bear the pain, because I will not give you the satisfaction of giving in. I will not let you live unpunished. Now, I am like you. Cold. Emotionless. I shall never again allow the gentle caress of a new love to grab hold of me, for I am like water, impossible to hold in your hands. The new me feels nothing but anger and hatred. The new me craves vengeance and blood.

I shall be satisfied.

I watch you squirm. You underestimated the little human, and now, she has become like you, but with a much more powerful family. As it is, my power alone is what allowed us to sneak up on your quiet home, for neither you nor my 'best friend' saw or heard us coming. We were silent as the death we bring with us. You look at me with those deceitful golden eyes, begging silently for it to stop; begging for my forgiveness. I tense, and signal for the fun to halt. At first, you look relieved, until the thoughts of your brother show you exactly how I feel. I wonder, does he feel exactly how angry and vengeful I feel? Does he sense the blood lust the courses threw me? Can you tell that I wish to rip you apart bit by bit until you can't stand the pain? I wish to make you beg for death, and then I wish to deny you that freedom, leaving you to mend, slowly and painfully, afraid of when I might strike next. 'Shall she come now?' You will wonder, glancing around every corner. I will make sure that you may never live without this fear for the rest of your existence. Pondering for a moment, I decide that for now, I have had enough. I turn my back on you and your hateful family, and I walk away. You feel pain, though it is not physical. You feel burned, thought there will be no visible scars. No physical harm has been done, but my hatred is enough to bring you to your knees, asking me to come back. The pain in your voice makes me want to laugh, but I don't, treating you only to my silence. My blood lust is not yet completely satisfied, even though I have spent the last few hours listening to the screams of pain coming from you and your family. But it's alright; I will find you again, and next time, I will make sure we are alone, so I may truly rip away all hope of forgiveness.

I will give you nothing but hatred.