Bella seems to have everything; family, money, intelligence, and beauty. Everything but happiness and a purpose for her existence which leads to a deep depression.

So she decides to die, and takes and overdose of sleeping pills.

To her great dismay, she is to wake up one week later at the hospital. One news cheers her up, though. Death is within reach, only 1 year away.

But during this period, she finds the reason of her existance, along with other emtions she has never felt before. Against all odds, she finds herself falling in love and wanting, if at all posible, to live again .

A dying man needs to die as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.

CHAPTER 1 - Seduced by death .

Bella's POV .

I unscrewed the small bottle and spilled it's contents on the bed. Pills fell out and spread everywhere. I collected the pills and put them next to the glass of water on the table.

Inhaling deeply, I took one last glance around my room and breathed out again. It was a very beautiful room; white carpet, celing and walls. The furnitures were simple, but elegant at the same time. The whole room looked inviting and gave the impression of warmth. It was my mom who had designed the room, my real mom.

She had died in a car accident when I was only 3. My dad meant I needed a mother figure in my life, so he re-married. Unfortunately for me, my step mom semeed to be sent straight from the deepest pit of hell to make my life miserable. The only reason why she had married him was bcause of his money. My family was rich, my dad was a lawyer and worked in a very respected and famous company. My step mom treated me as a slave, literally. And if I didn't do as she said, she would become violent.

It was almost ironic, my dad re-married because he thought it would be the best for me. Instead, it turned out to be the exact opposite. How funny.

I seemed to have everything; family, money, intelligence, and for many I was beautiful. But my life was so meaningless without any form of happiness at all. It repeated itself every single day.

So for years I have lived this life, if it can be called a life. There was no purpose for my existence, no point in it. Didn't everyone live for some form of purpose ? Wasn't they brought to this very world because they had some kind of destiny or fate to follow ? At birth, we are given a reason for our existence.

But where was mine ? It seemed as if I was brought to this world as a nobody, a burden.

As I thought these thoughts, the pills on the table seemed almost tempting. I reached out and grabbed one pill and the glass of water, but instead of crushing the pill to pulver and mix it with the water, I swallowed it whole.

I wanted to make this moment last, there was always a gap between intention and action, and I wanted to be able to turn halfway back if I would be to regret.

But with each pill I swallowed, the desire to fulfill grew and craved to be accomplished. My doubts slightly perished and was replaced with determination.

I WOULD accomplish.

One by one, the pills disappeared, and the glass was drained of water .

I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, waiting for death. I had not thought of how long it would take for the pills to affect my body, so I just waited as time passed by.

The seconds blended into mintues, and the minutes into hours. But eventually I could feel it, the sleepiness that was about to take over me. The deepest sleep of them all, and I knew that as soon at is has caught me, I would be unable to escape. To ever to wake up again.

But I wasn't scared, I wasn't about to try to escape. I was actually eager for it to capture me and take me to prison, I yearned for it. I placed my arm over my heart to feel my heart beat it's last beats.

Slowly, but surely, it stopped. The blackness trapped me and pulled me under.

I drifted and I drifted.

And I did not re-surface .