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This is a story I've been writing, and I decided to get at least 5 chapters done before I started writing it. I've done five chapters, and I'll upload one every 4 or five days, depending on popularity. It's hard, I'm writing sooo much at the moment. Oh, and I would like about 4 reveiws a chapter. I'm not gonna hold chapters for ransome, but seriously, not many people seem to be revewing. Until I say other wise, this story (probably the first 5 or 6 chapters) is set in 1990
This is one of those stories that is MUCH better if you read it s-l-o-w-l-y. Well, not that slowly. But if you read it fast then it will seem really fast moving and won't make much sense, cuz its very easy to miss stuff in this story.
Oh, and if anyone knows how a new fanfic member (a.k.a me) can get more popularity for there books, please tell me. And I changed the old summary cuz it sucked.
Okay, here goes.
Edward's Pov (1990)
He's dying. He's dying. And it's my fault.
My head snapped up. What the hell?
No, no, no, please, no! Don't let him die. Don't let be dead because of me.
What was going on? What were all these voices in my head? Why were they so loud? Why did they keep getting louder?
Somebody please help me! Don't let him die. Oh, please, please, don't let him die.
The voice was young – only seventeen or eighteen, I guessed - and female, but filled with a pain that was beyond age. Pain that no one should ever – ever – have to experience. A new voice came, incredibly weak.
I'm getting cold. What's happening? Am I dying?
I began to shake. I could feel it. I could feel him dying.
Nooooooooo! Please don't leave me. You can't! Not now. Not yet. Oh, Edward, please don't go.
Edward.
Please!
The voice was a broken whisper now. A broken whisper, murmuring one word after another.
Edward…
EdwardEdwardEdwardEdwardEdward…..
So incredibly cold…
No. It wasn't possible.
Edward
Edward. Me. I was the dying voice, fading away…
Goodbye Edward.
I was listening to myself die.
How could you do this to me Edward? How could you leave me here, to fight alone? How could you go, Edward? How could you?
Stop it. Stop it right now. This isn't funny.
I'm so cold.
Edward…
And that is when I screamed.
Please R&R, I think it went well, but idk. More soon, and please check out my other stories!
