My name is Isabella Marie Swan, and I am in love with a deathwish.
Edward Cullen was probably the best thing that ever happened to me, and probably the worst, too. We were so happy those beautiful summer months we had together. In October, though, it all went sour.
It was a regular day; Edward had come over to my house after school, and had brought Alice and Jasper to study for an upcoming chemistry test.
Charlie, in a sudden burst of maternalism, decided to make us a snack, if it was only bread and butter. Because of the lack of illegal activity in forks (not even so much as a parking violation in 2 months), Charlie had started making his own food. From scratch, so frequently I came home to the wondrous smell of baking bread. Maybe, then, the snack wasn't so out of character. He had spent the afternoon on it, anyway (and from prior experience, I knew, his bread was very good).
Anyway, we were in the kitchen, studying at the table, drilling one another mercilessly and smacking one another with our books if we got a question wrong. Charlie was at the counter, slicing a fresh loaf of snowy-white bread for us, and then the worst thing ever to happen in my life happened.
The knife slipped.
He nicked his finger, neatly peeling off a small layer of skin on the upper joint of his left thumb. I remember so perfectly. The next sequence of things happened so slowly.
Jasper was closest, and he suddenly stiffed, and his pupils dilated. He started shaking as well. This was before Charlie even reacted, swearing under his breath and reaching for a paper towel. Alice began to reach for Jasper's hand, to calm him down, and didn't notice what had happened until Charlie swore. She quickly assessed the situation, and got Charlie a dishtowel from near the sink. Edward sprang up, knocking over his chair and ran to the linen closet upstairs, probably to get him a bath towel, so they could at least cover up the smell. I sat frozen at the table, silently willing jasper to not attack.
Charlie turned to Alice, who had a towel and was stretching her arm across the table, shaking and trying to cover her nose and said
"Why thanks, Alice, I think I'll be oka-"
That's when Jasper attacked. I guess my father's bleeding hand right in front of him was just too tantalizing. Jasper bent him back over the table, like some sort of obscene tango dip, before Charlie could even utter a startled grunt, which quickly changed to one of pain, and then a yell, and Jasper began to feed.
Alice lost control.
I just sat there, I couldn't move. It wasn't until Edward grabbed my shoulders, when Charlie was almost gone and his scream was barely a whimper that I began to scream. It wasn't anything remotely human or coherent; it was just a primordial scream of fear and pain. Edward tried to make me turn away from the truth and save me, but at that time I was stronger even than him. Soon, mercifully, I blacked out.
