I never given much thought on how I was going to die, but dying for what I believed in sounded like a good way to go.
It was becoming harder to breathe as I felt horrendous pain shoot up from my legs.
maybe if I hadn't moved to Forks I would have been in this long dark room about to be killed.
But f I hadn't moved here then my life would be as boring as the rest of humanity and who wants that.
No, I'm glad I moved to Forks Im Glad I met him and I didn't care if I was about to die at least I'll die know that what I fought for was just and that had to count for something.