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This story has been floating around in my mind for a while. Review and tell me what you think.
I sat on the sleeping bag, staring at the walls of the tent. My arms were wrapped tightly around my knees, trying to keep warm. Alice had been right when she said it would be unseasonably cold. I wore several layers of clothing and still my body was shivering uncontrollably in the frigid air.
I was pissed. And worried. And scared. Okay, I was more worried and scared than pissed. The love of my life was fighting an army of newborns for me. He and his family were again trying to defend me and I was left here, helpless. I hated feeling helpless. Ever since the first moment I had been able to, I had taken care of Renee. She never really took care of me, she was too scatterbrained. I always had to support her when she would get a new hobby. When I moved to Forks, I had always cooked and cleaned for Charlie. He kept to himself, and I stayed to myself. I didn't have to worry about him as I did with mom. He was more responsible. I had always thought of myself as independent, but as I got closer to the Cullens, I began to feel increasingly helpless and dependent. Usually, I didn't mind. Usually, I didn't even notice, but at times like this, when I was the reason they were in danger, I couldn't stand it. I wanted to be able to do something, anything, to help. Instead, I was stuck here trying to not freeze to death.
Had the battle started yet? Who would I lose? Whether it be vampire or werewolf, it would be like losing one of my family. It would be my fault for being such a danger magnet. I wish fate would be more selective and just target me, but every time, the ones I loved ended up being in danger. How would I live with the guilt of knowing that? Of knowing that I had been the cause of the death of one of my family? What if Embry was killed? Quil, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, Sam, Esme, Rosalie, Seth, Emmett, Jacob . . . Edward? I shuddered at the last name and quickly tried to focus on something else. If I thought about that too much, I would surely lose my mind.
Instead of that, I focused on after. Edward and I had finally reached an agreement. I shuddered at the thought of his condition. Marriage. I wasn't afraid of commitment, but I had been taught by Renee that early marriage was practically the worst of sins, using herself as an example. I could see his point of view somewhat, but I still wasn't thrilled about the idea. Knowing me, I'll end up tripping halfway down the aisle and embarrass myself to death. I didn't mind actually being married, though. The more I thought of it the more I liked the idea of being completely Edward's in every way, and him completely mine.
Over the jarring chatter of my teeth slamming together repeatedly, I heard a ripping noise. I turned toward the sound . . .
and froze in terror.
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