I slammed the door to my 80's Mustang and taking care not to trip walked across the slick pavement to the gas station store. A small sign that said "We'come to Forks" greeted me impressive, no L. I sighed and opened the door with a little tinkling noise. Inside were clearly some of the areas finest. All dressed in a version of flannel and blue jeans, both sexes. No wonder I came here to end it all. I threw the little bottles of pills on the counter. The clerk gave me a strange, disapproving look and rang them up. I paid and stomped out of the store. I couldn't give a damn what anyone in there thought anyways.
Mustang safely parked in the ditch, I tromped off into the green canopy. This whole place is like a green hell. Trees skyscraper tall, everything covered in deep green carpet like moss. Eerily silent, that deep sixth sense feeling of being watched filled me. I hiked for what seemed like hours weaving and climbing through fallen logs, moss covered boulders. Singing to myself to break the silence. Eventually I came to a meadow. Lush green grass still damp from the earlier rain, with flowers sprinkled about. Beauty, in its purest form. Sinking slowly into the grass this no doubt being my last moments on earth, Marissa Gomez would just cease to exist. This meadow would be the same; some animal would eat my body. Gone within a week. Twenty-three years was enough for me. I'd seen everything I wanted. Done everything worthy of my time. Loved, been broken.
As I broke the seal on the first bottle I thought of him. My Brendon, murdered hiking in the woods like these, body never recovered. Smiling to myself knowing I'd be with him soon, I slid back five of the little pills. It'd an entire year since he held me, called me his baby, and kissed me in ways that took me higher than the best drugs in the world. When I found out I was pregnant, a month after he disappeared, he would've rubbed my belly and sweet-talked me. But no I had to face that alone. Be strong enough to give our beautiful baby girl to strangers.
Death crept in like a fog, slowly overcoming my senses; I didn't put up a fight. I let it embrace me, pull me into it's clutches. Dying was by far the easiest thing I had ever done. No pain, no hurt and no chance of regret. I'd die knowing I'd be loved.
"Rissa no!" an almost angelic voice cried out. Wait I knew that nickname, I wanted to call out to him but my voice seemed to have wandered off. "Carlisle please! Do whatever it takes!" They were still talking but I wasn't getting a word.
Even with my dulled senses I felt cold strong hands grasp my neck, the razor sharp teeth slicing through my skin. Then it started. Fire.