Author's note: I wrote this… I don't know, I was in a weird mood, listening to the song "Tourniquet" by Evanescence, (which is about suicide) and this came out… it wasn't originally a Twilight fanfic, but I decided to make it that way!
DISCLAIMER: everything belongs to the genius, Stephenie Meyers, my idol!
The snow fell outside the window, my feet rested on the freezing floor, my nightgown hung from my shoulders limply. I could feel the tears sliding silently down my face.
"I want to die." I whispered, putting a hand on the window. My breath fogged up the glass on the window, and for a moment I thought I could see his reflection.
I whipped around, my breath quickening and my heart hammering.
Nothing was there.
I turned slowly back to the window.
He was gone, not coming back. He didn't love me.
Why did I still love him?
With a sudden rage I screamed and hit the window with all my might. It shattered, cutting my fingers and letting the cold, snow-ridden air swirl inside.
I fell to my knees gasping; my blood welled up from the abundance of little cuts on my fingers. It dripped onto my white gown, the color shocking.
I cried and cried, not from the pain. The pain in my hands was nothing, it was the pain in my heart I couldn't take.
With a shaking and bloody hand I picked up a shard, looking at it suddenly calmly.
"My wounds cry for the grave, my soul cries for deliverance…" I whispered, and pressed the glass to my wrist. I watched as the blood seemed from the deep cut, dripping down my arm, staining my gown, pooling on the floor.
The wind flapped my hair around my face, my tears froze on my cheeks, my head grew dizzy and the pain in my wrist was nothing.
I heard footsteps on the landing outside. I looked up and saw him.
He saw the blood, the wound on my wrist, and shook his head, appalled.
"No…" Edward whispered. I smiled sadly and nodded.
"I can't be happy, I love you too much."
He came forward, a hand at his mouth.
"Goodbye. You never loved me, but I love you so. Goodbye." I whispered, and closed my eyes, falling sideways.
My last feeling was his lips on mine.