Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters in Twilight.

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September 23, 2008

I took one long last look outside the hospital window I had come to know so well. Even at 5 am in the morning I could make out the familiar skyline that I had seen every day for the last 4 years in my delirious state. The tall evergreen trees were enshrouded in the last of the nighttime shadows and I watched the fading of the moon and stars as the sun began to rise. Through the slightly opened window, I could hear a group of baby birds chirping. I smiled as the first rays of sun kissed my face in sweet farewell. With the beautiful landscape engrained into my mind, I closed my eyes.

I, Edward Masen, was going to die today at the ripe age of 22 years.

It wasn't so much of a premonition as to how I knew. I just understood my body better than anybody doctor or nurse. The way the blood pumped through my veins as though my heart wasn't strong enough and the way my breathing seemed to take all the remaining energy from my body was a good enough hint. All the doctors knew I could die any day now. The idea of dying wasn't anything new anyways. They had already started loading up on all kinds of pain medications to make my last few days "comfortable." That was a laugh. How anyone could die comfortably was beyond me. But even in the impending moments until my death, I could find myself wishing to God or any other celestial body that they would heal me of my disease and I could possibly wake up from this laughably pathetic nightmare and be a perfectly normal and healthy 22 year old that would live to be old and gray. I suppose that would be one wish that God would not be granting. If I could have sighed at that moment, I probably would have.

Just to throw my wretched excuse for an existence out there, I had been battling a terminal heart disease that I no longer remembered the name of for 4 years now. Just 2 years earlier, I lost my parents in a car accident. I was only 16 at the time, barely at young adulthood and at such a young age their deaths weighed upon my heavy heart. The day of their accident, I was the only one to survive and only because I wasn't wearing a seatbelt as I flew out of the car. The only recollection I had of the accident was the sensation of flying, a loud explosion of light and fire, and the smell of burning flesh.

To say the least, I had been leading anything but a normal life. Being orphaned 1 week before my 16th birthday and battling a terminal illness since I was 18 just went to prove just how much God hated me. But maybe I had it all backwards. Maybe God was just taking pity on a wretched soul like mine. Maybe he knew the loneliness and guilt for being the only survivor of the accident and perhaps he was just setting me free from it all.

My musings were cut short as I heard the door slide open as my attending doctor came into view. A small smile graced my lips. How coincidental was I to not be alone in my final few moments? I could make out his soft tenor voice, but couldn't make out a single word. The fog in my mind was growing at a terrifying pace and my limbs were slowly getting heavier and heavier. Did someone attach bricks to my arms? My body was truly failing me and I felt myself slip in and out of consciousness. As my last ragged breath left my lips, I felt a twinge on my neck and then knew nothing more.

Didn't someone once say, be careful what you wish for?

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My first Twilight fanfic. I should have the next chapter up within the next 48 hours. Just need to edit and spellcheck. Please review!

Edited 7/7/09