I always imagined dying peacefully, of old age, in my sleep. But this was not peaceful- it was painful.
I shouldn't have taken this shortcut home; all I wanted was to get out of the cold and in to the comfort of my home.
I thought about dad (Charlie), Alice, Emmet even Jasper would miss me.
They would soon be grieving.
I thought about the life- long expectations I had for myself, which I would never accomplish.
To be successful in both school and work, to be happily married and to have children.
I also hoped to die in the arms of a beloved one, not strangers.
While I was thinking I was lifted off the ground and ran with.
The cold wind was like a slap across my face as my hair blew out behind me.
I listened carefully for the footsteps against the ground, to prove we were running. There was no sound.
The pain gradually dissolved.
I slowly opened my eyes, only to realize I was in the arms of Edward Cullen.
I was overwhelmed. Not because I was surprised it was him but his features looked amazingly beautiful,
as if my eyes where different.
He was running extremely fast.
The Adrenaline rushed through my body, ripping the force of his grip off me.
I landed on the ground.
He stared down at me; meeting my eyes with the strangest expression on his face- it was hostile, furious.
He caught the horrified and confused expression on my face and instantly composed his face.
I noticed his eyes were black- coal black. This frightened me.
