Hey! I am Vicky Ravenwooch, used to go by "Slytherin Princess Madame Malfoy".
This is something I came up with in school, after a guy hurted my feeling a little bit… Yeah…
Well, I hope you enjoy it. It is on Bella's Point Of View, and I need to tell you it is not that graphic.
The characters mentioned are not mine. They are property of Stephenie Meyer, writer of the Twilight Saga books. I am just playing with them.
5 moths…
5 months since he left.
"You… Don't want me?"
"No"
How many times had I cried for him? How many times have I tried to hold back the pain? Tried to ignore that hole growing bigger and bigger inside my chest?
Impossible to know.
I knew I was hurting Charlie, But after all we were through. After all the love I gave him. My hugs. My kisses. The many times we said I love you, but it was everything fake? Nothing important to him?
Wouldn't you feel the same? Wouldn't you ask yourself every second "What did I do wrong?"
I knew I wasn't good enough for him. That I wasn't pretty, nor had an amazing personality, or any talent at all. But, why lie to me? Why not ignore me? Why not kill me, like how much he wanted to when we met? Did he planned all this?
I will never know.
But what I know is that he was my everything. That he was everything I need, what I wanted. Everything. But he didn't care. I know this killing inside of me is his fault. I know that I can't stand this pain anymore. I know that I need to end it. And I know that there is only one way to end it.
I have been thinking about this. For months. But I was a coward. I wouldn't dare to do it. What would happen to my family? My father? My mother? Phil? Would they suffer? Would they be mad at me?
I know they were going to suffer. But they couldn't do a thing. It was impossible to heal this pain. My heart was already shattered, and couldn't be repaired.
Maybe, just maybe, I would be able to get an adrenaline rush and my imaginary Edward would come.
For the first time, I would need to be selfish and stop thinking about everyone else. It was time for me to be happy…
I walked towards the kitchen, slowly. I knew Charlie wasn't home, but I still wanted just a little bit more of time to think. I grabbed one of the knifes and went back to my dark room.
I couldn't hold the tears in my way there. What will happen to me after everything is done? Is there something good waiting for me in the other side?
I sat on the bed and looked at the knife in my hands. My cowardice was still present, and I knew I needed some bravery to do so. Was I able to do it? Was I able to take the happiness of others to get some happiness myself?
Yes, I was.
"You are all I want, Edward, and if this is the only way I can see you one last time, then I will do it. I love you."
With that last thought, I put the knife in my wrist and cut the flesh like a peace of meat.
My heart pounding fast. My breath becoming quicker.
Blood. Everywhere. Just the smell was making me feel really dizzy.
For a moment I thought of stoping, but I decided to continue.
"Bella, don't do this. STOP!" I heard my imaginary Edward yell at me. I closed my eyes and smiled. Happiness was near.
The Darkness was starting to surround me. I could feel myself light headed. I fell back onto the bed, smiling sadly. I was finally reaching my happiness.
I felt two strong and cold arms hugging me.
"Bella! Please, don't go!" My Imaginary Edward was back.
I felt sadness, knowing it was not my Edward. But I stille felt relieve…
I felt my heart beats quickening, and I heard my Imaginary Edward scream.
"Bella! No!" And just before my heart stopped, I felt something sharp in my neck, and then I knew no more…
Apart from the horrible fire consuming my body.