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Russian Roulette

Bella POV

I flinched and I heard the empty click the person in front of me got. They smiled triumphantly, and left. I uneasily took a step forward.

I took a deep breath and thought of all of the reasons why I shouldn't do this. There were so many… but not enough. I knew he wouldn't want me to do this. I could almost feel him fuming beside me. This definitely wasn't want he wanted me to do when he left. But he told me to be human, so I was.

I could feel my hands shaking. My once steady breathing was quickly turning into quick gasps. A man behind me noticed my nerves.

"Calm yourself," he said. "You won't make this any easier if you're like that."

I worked to calm myself while he explained what to do. He didn't have to. I knew. If you play, you play for keeps. There's no backing out once you've made your decision. You can't back out.

He looked at me expectantly and I nodded. I carefully took the cold metal in my hands, gasping when I heard the one sound in the world I longed for.

"Bella, please don't do this," my angel pleaded. I sighed as I heard the voice that only I could hear in this cold dark room. The man looked at me questioningly, but I only shook my head.

You wanted this I thought. You wanted me to be human, well, watch me.

"Bella, you promised! Nothing stupid!' His anger toward me actually felt nice. It made me feel like he was really here with me, like he really wanted me, cared about me.

I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I ignored the angered "Bella!" my angel in my subconscious screamed at me. It was really no time to think. It was my turn to go.

I was never a really religious person. But as I raised the revolver in my hand closer to me, I said a quick prayer to myself.

"Close your eyes," the man said. "Sometimes it helps." He obviously knows what he's talking about. He must have done it before.

How many times has he done this? A scary thought popped into my head. If he's here, it means he's never lost. How could someone keep putting themselves through this hell? I was having trouble going through it the first time.

I lifted my other hand to the gun, getting ready to spin it. As I was doing this, my whole life flashed before my eyes: life with my mother, living with my father. Edward. Every moment I had ever spent with him played out like a movie real in my head. Seeing him for the first time, hearing him confess himself to me in his glorious meadow, and dancing with him at Prom, spending the summer together, watching the rare sun rise in Forks when I slept over with Alice; it all seemed too unreal to me right now. It got me thinking. Would I ever see another sunrise?

They would never get to say goodbye. I would never see any of my family or friends, or the Cullen's again. They would never get the chance. I wondered if it would affect them in any way. Would my life, so insignificant in their lives, affect them when it ends? Was I good enough that they would care? Maybe they never did. It actually hurt to think that they could brush this off of their shoulders so easily. But I can't think that way. It was too late to value my life. I can't back out now.

I could feel how hard my heart was beating. I'm sure the man could see it through my chest. I have to admit that I'm terrified. But not enough so that it'll make me leave even if I could. This is just another test I have to pass.

"No, Bella. Please!" my angel sobbed.

Closing my eyes, I took another deep breath and spun the revolver.

"Bella!"

It was the last thing I heard before I pulled the trigger and fell into the darkness.