A/N: I've been planning this story for quite a while now, and I want to go ahead and get started on it while these ideas are fresh in my mind. Of course I'm sure everyone has written or planned on writing a story like this . . . but I still wanted to try this out myself. Normally, I'm the one for humorous stories - prank wars, Edward/Bella embarrassment, etc. - and if that's the kind of genre that you are looking for, then this fanfic isn't for you. This is a perfectly serious story and there won't be much humor in it . . . so I am warning you all now. I rated this story M just in case some of the younger readers find some events offensive or too innappropriate, but I really wanted to try this out. I hope that most of you enjoy reading this! I would love to hear input if it ever needs improvement!
Preface:
I had faced death so many times in my life; I was hardly even scared of it anymore. I knew that the end had to come at some point, but I had never imagined it being as painful and as unexpected as this. I am the barely living proof that life really does flash before your eyes when you are directly facing death. I've seen everything I've gone through in the past few years in just a few seconds. All the way down to meeting my true love to him leaving me here to fend for myself. Of course I did have the honor of seeing him one last time before coming to my dreadful end. It was not the meeting that I would have imagined for my newly returned true love . . . but at this point, I am grateful that I saw him at all. My chest tightened as the lacerations on my arms, neck, and torso began to burn and throb more than ever. I was sure the pain would have driven me mad before my life was over. I tried to tell myself that there could have been a worse way to die, but I knew very well that it wasn't true. I tried not to pay attention to the fact that some of these wounds were definitely my fault . . . but some were caused by others; I'm almost positive that anger was part of the reason I was still alive . . . barely. My vision kept fading in and out of focus; I felt like I was getting ready to faint from the stench of my blood. Instead of giving in, I thought of him, wishing more than anything that I could see him again.
As my life began to fade away, I began to go completely numb. I felt like someone else was here . . . maybe more than a simple someone else. I was too tired to notice much more than feeling a simple presense next to me on the grass. Another hallucination, I guessed.
But it doesn't matter now.