Prologue:
Why does death seem like a blessing? When every person you love- who has ever loved you has died, whom do you live for? How do you live?
They're all gone. No one has survived. Everyone is dead- everyone but me.
Sweet Alice, who at times had been annoying, with her perky smile, and elf like personality- cheerful, and optimistic.
Carlisle, my father, and saviour from the death that should have been mine. In a way, he was a god figure to me. I had died, and living again, he made me feel like I was in heaven- surrounded by people whom I loved, and who loved me in return.
Esme, who was my mother figure, and who was kind and doting. Whenever I had an argument, she would consider carefully, and take my side. Always.
Edward, and Jasper, who I had come to think of as a pair. Basically because they were boys, and therefore doing everything with each other. Hunting, laughing, and just playing silly pranks on each other. Almost like what Alice and I used to pass time with- shopping, watching movies, and hunting.
And Emmet. I can barely say his name, without throwing something. I can barely say his name, without feeling like I'm suffocating- an incredible feat for someone who does not breathe. He was the worst loos. He not only died, but he left me behind. He promised we would always be together. He's gone now.
I can't stand it. I have to die too. No matter if there is no heaven for vampires. If Emmett is in hell, waiting for me, that is my paradise. Please let the Volturi be merciful. They must understand.
They killed my family.