Author's Note: Sorry this is really short, I just wanted to start it off. Please review and tell me if I should keep going. Thanks.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
Esme
I am really about to do this? Do I have the strength to end it all? Yes. You have to find the strength to jump, Esme. It's the only way out of this Hell. It's the only way to escape this world. To escape Charles. To join Nathaniel.
With that last thought, she put her right foot forward to dangle it over the edge. She felt the cold sweat gather in little beads on her forehead, telling her to pull away and run. The leg that she stuck out over the cliff felt numb. Soon all of her would feel that way. Soon, she would be free.
I can do this. Just take another step.
Esme's hands began to shake. They felt cold as ice. She knew what she had to do. They only thing that was making her reluctant to leave this world was a memory. She had many bad memories. Most of Charles. But her most cherished memory was of someone much more caring. Someone who had made her believe she could do anything with her life.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen.
He would probably laugh now at what I've done with my life. The irony of it.
With an ashamed sigh, Esme jumped.