You and I, we were born to die.


I writhed in the corner, my limbs uncontrollably kicking and punching at all my belongings. My beautiful room destroyed. All of the rare books Edward had bought me were ripped to shreds beneath me.

I could hear my family screaming outside. They could break the door down with the flick of a finger if they really wanted to, but I think they knew it was best they stayed away.

Esme was sobbing, wailing at Carlisle to do something, anything. Alice just kept saying my name repeatedly, calmly.

I could feel Jasper trying to calm me to no avail, he growled loudly, my pain and distress obviously too much for his power to handle.

I couldn't hear Emmett. I always figured he would be absent for this, not blaming him after what happened to his Rosalie.

I clawed at the wooden floorboards, my nails pulling away from my fingertips.

There was blood everywhere, mainly from the glass of the shattered windows cutting my skin to shreds. I screamed, another stab of pain resonating through my chest.

Then I felt it. This moment, the moment I had waited eighteen years for; the whole reason I was created.

My heart finally stopped. I was dead.