Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does!
A/N: This is my first story so please don't kill me if its rubbish! I will get better I hope!
Prologue
I woke with the sun burning through the window; this was a rarity, sun in Forks, what an oxymoron! I began to stir, only slightly aware of my damp, or rather sodden pillow, instead annoyed that Edward would be unable to come to school today because of the weather. That's when it hit me, like being punched in the face. I shot up out of bed so I was sitting on the edge, quickly realising that actually I was on the couch in the living room. Everything came flooding back... my disaster of a birthday party, Jasper... Edward taking me on a walk in the woods...
They were gone.
And just like that my arms went limp, falling down by the sides of my body; I curled back up under the blankets and lay down. I thought I was going to fall apart. What was there to live for? Without Edward, there wasn't anything to live for. How could I go on? It was unimaginable, unintelligible, living without my one true love...
Now I knew what death might possibly feel like: painful, empty and never ending...
That's when I fell off the edge; I had one hand left grasping on to consciousness, life, meaning; I could feel the rest of my body being consumed by the fire of this pain and I could see there was no point in trying to get out of this hole of torment anymore.
I let go.
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