(A/N: This whole story will be in Carlisle's point of view, unless otherwise indicated. Uhhh...sorry about the short chapter, it was all I could get done at 4:30 in the morning. See, that is how much I love you guys!!!)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight. I mean, if I did, would I really be writing fanfic? Noooo, I would be....well, never mind, these young ones read fanfics, better not taint there innocence. LOL. JUST KIDDING. Enjoy! As always, read and review, and thanks to exactlymybrandofheroin1901 for being awesome and helping me out!!
Chapter Two: When Did Dying Get So Complicated?
CPOV
I just couldn't seem to die. I had tried drowning myself, since I had never learned to swim, I figured this would be the easiest way. But my lungs
didn't beg for air, because they didn't need the air. I was disgusted. When had dying become such a hard thing to do? People used to die all
the time, yet I couldn't manage one measly little suicide. I sighed. Then I had the most wonderful idea. My lungs might not need air, but my
body wasn't indestructible. I went to the highest peak of land I could find. Bracing myself, taking what I hoped would be my last breath, I
jumped off the land, pushing with as much force as I had. Then something began to worry me. Why was the ground coming at me so slowly?
Why wasn't I afraid? I began to worry that this wouldn't kill me, either. Of course, when I landed, I was perfectly unscathed. Damn. I would
have to try something else. So jumping from a hill hadn't been the best idea, but I had a new idea, one that would have to work. Resisting the
blood wasn't enough. If I refused to feed off of innocent humans, I would grow weak, and eventually die. It was perfect. I would deny the
monster in me what he so sadistically sought. Then I would kill it, kill it and myself. I waited until night, I had noticed that I sparkled like
diamonds if I went out in the sun. It also didn't help that people thought the vampire had carried me off. So I waited, and when the sun went
down, I took to the shadows, making sure I couldn't be seen. I ran to the deepest, darkest part of the forest, where I knew no one would
venture. I curled up there, sitting, contemplating my own death quite calmly. I was eager for it. Eager to die, when not so long ago, I had been
eager to live, to go to university, start a family, as well as provide for the ones I cherished. I couldn't now, though, not when I was a monster.
Weeks passed, months passed, and I grew tired, weak. I was eager, the death couldn't be far off if I was so weak with thirst. Finally, dying
would be easy. Just like it should be. The people of London could finally be safe from me. I would not harm them. Ever.
