I think a lot at night before I go to sleep and this came up in my head. And I have nothing else to do so...
I do not own Twilight.
You have to be kidding me, I thought, sqeezing my eyes shut and pulling my comforter over my head. Even though I could no longer see it, I could hear it. The satisfied moans of another random girl Edward had brought home to screw. He did this almost every night, and the nights he didn't bring them to our dorm, he just didn't show up at all. I'm guessing he was over at theirs or something.
"Ohhh, Edward." I sighed and put my hands over my ears. Still didn't work. I could now hear his grunts and moans mixed in with hers. I bit my lip to hold back the tears. To think that he was holding someone else so close like that. With me in a bed right across the room from him! By now I should have just asked for another room, but I loved him too much to care what he did. It was stupid of me, but I did. At this point, their moans were getting louder and a few light screams were mixed in. I jumped up from my bed, running to the bathroom. The door slammed behind me and I slid down against it. Silent tears streaked down my cheeks. I covered my face with my hands and let out a groan. Why did this have to happen to me? Why did this happen to them. Why did they get to feel the warmth of his arms wrapped around them while I was left to pick up the broken pieces of my life that he had left me with? I scooted across the cold tile floor and reached behind the toliet to pull out a smal piece of silver. It looked harmless enough.
"Tanya!" I wraped my arms around my stomach, trying to hold in the sobs that threatened to overtake me. Tanya. A regular and also the whore that had ruined my first serious relationship. Edward told me I could never compare to what she could give him. And this was his punishment for me cheating on him after he told me that. Sleeping with any girl he could find with me only a few feet away. I pulled up the long sleeves of my pajama shirt. There were several random marks made by this smal weapon from my own hands. This was what I did when I couldn't take it anymore. When any pain was better than the one tugging in my chest. But that would not happen tonight. I wouldn't make another mark on my pale creamy skin as long as I lived. I smiled to myself at the thought. It was all over. I brought the blade to my wrist and took a deep breath. I tohught for a moment of how Edward held me after nights we had together like the ones he had been having with half the chicks in our dorm lately. I smiled slightly just before I drug the metal as far as I could without stopping up my arms. It worked. In a few seconds I would be unconscious. I glanced down at my right arm. There, made by not quite healed cuts, was Edwards name. He would know this was his fault. He would live with it for the rest of his life. He-
"Ahhh!" I screamed out in pain as my body finally got over the shock. I groaned and slumped against the door, breathing in my last breath.
It wasn't all that but whatever. I had to get it out.