Extra For Shattered Glass, a twilight fanfic

Okay so people today before I post my chapter for Shattered Glass I've wrote an extra for it.

The extra doesn't have anything to do with this story but I've written it because Shattered Glass is going to involve a lot of emotions and i need to learn how to grasp emotions proparly so please leave a review and tell me how I did with the emotions!

So here I go:

I ran. I was fuelled purely by my fear. I pushed my legs faster ignoring my complaining feet and stomach cramps. I ran.

Why? I really don't know. I knew that he was undoubtly faster than me. My clumsiness did nothing to help me.

I fought . I hit him. I scrached and bit. I thrashed around. I fought.

Why? Again, I don't know. Instinct, I guess. Instinct told me to fight and I did. I knew he was much, much stronger me. I knew that I had no chance.

I begged. I begged him to stop. I cried and pleaded to him to leave me alone. I asked Why he was doing this. I begged.

Why? I cant answer that question because I really don't know the answer. I knew that he wouldn't stop. I knew that if he really cared then he wouldn't be doing this. I knew that my pleads on made him rougher. I knew that my tears only made him laugh.

I stayed quiet . I didn't say anything. I didn't cry. I stayed quiet.

Why? No idea why. I knew that they wanted me to tell them what happened. I knew that telling the little pixie or huge teddy bear or blond beauty queen would help getting him caught. I knew that telling them what hurt most would heal my physical injuries faster.

I cut my wrists. I felt the blade slice my skin. I felt the stinging pain. I saw the blood dripping down my wrists. I cut my wrists.

Why? You know the answer to that by now: I don't know. I knew that I was just harming myself. I knew that if I were to cut a bit deeper and higher up my wrists then I could easily end my life. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I still did.

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I jumped. I took away my life. I hit my head on the rocks. I drowned. I died. I jumped.

Why? Because, dammit I wanted to! I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand the nightmares. I couldn't stand the fact that the person that I had once loved did that to me. And most of all I couldn't stand the last words that my rapist had whispered in my ear playing again and again in my head.

"My name is Edward Cullen. I'm a vampire and tonight I raped my human pet Isabella Marie Swan"

"My name is Edward Cullen. I'm a vampire and tonight I raped my human pet Isabella Marie Swan"