I don't obviously don't own the twilight series or any of the characters.
It all started with one cut. That one cut to forget Edward. That one cut to forget that he left. The pain distracted me from the pain I was feeling inside. He left me to protect me, but by leaving he hurt me more than he ever could by staying. The pain from being turned into a vampire must feel like nothing compared to this. It tore me up inside and left me feeling dead. That one cut made me feel alive. It made me feel again.
My dad hadn't noticed that I had started wearing long sleeves more often than I used too, and Edward was not here to smell the blood. It's amazing how living in a cold wet climate helps hide the scars. I didn't want Edward to come back to see me like this, but I needed him to come back to make me whole again. The slight pain from a razor in my skin only temporarily relieved the pain from him not being here.
I felt dead and everyone knew it. What they didn't know was what I was doing to relieve it. I became dead to my friends and family, another lonely face in the halls. And then I met Jake. Jake helped me start to act normal and feel a bit better but it didn't stop my cutting. Jake helped me but he didn't replace the hole left by Edward. Then I decided to go cliff jumping, and Edward came back. Sure the Vulturi were involved and so was the fact that Edward was trying to kill himself, but the way I saw it was that Edward came back.
Please review. Constructive critism is fine but no flames ,please.
