A/N I noticed in the last chapter in the last paragraph that I made a typo. It says "It's not mid-October and this has been going on since August." The not should be a now. I'm so sorry about that mistake. I'm still trying to figure out if you can edit your stories once they are posted. Once again I'm sorry about that and I hope you enjoy the story. Read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight saga. Stephanie Meyer does. Darn.

Ch. 2: If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love son

-The Band Perry

I was comforted by my planning for the rest of the day. I didn't feel eager or happy to end my life, but I just felt numb. I didn't hurt anymore.

When I got home from school, I was alone. Once I gathered some pills from my parents, took them all one by one. Last, I took a heavy sleeping pill so it would all be over soon. Drowsiness came and I still felt numb. My last sight was a bronze haired God came busting through the door at inhumane speed. I was thinking, am I going to heaven? I lost consciousness.

Edwards POV

Carlisle and I were at a medical conference at University of Cincinnati for the week and I couldn't stop thinking about my Bella and Renesmee. We were driving through a beautiful neighborhood on our way back to our hotel when one person's thoughts jumped out at me. I could practically feel the worthlessness and loneliness running off her. One thought caused me to jump out of the car and grab her out of the house: Everything's going to be ok now since I'll be dead soon.

Panicked, I broke down the door of the house, took the girl and ran. Carlisle sped off to the nearest hospital and left her in the hands of the ER surgeons. It would've been pointless for Carlisle to try to save her since there wasn't any equipment with us. I refuse to change her unless absolutely necessary. She only looks 14 and she has so much life ahead of her.

We waited for what felt like days. I kept on scanning the minds of the doctors working on the unknown girl and the outcome didn't look good. They predicted that she wouldn't make it through. She took too many pills. Her body was too weak to fight. Her heart monitor was slowing and I ran out, not wanting to hear the continuous beep.