AN: don't own.
Chapter 2
I began to reach the end of their driveway, wondering what the house would look like now. Would it be maintained, look the way she always had it? Would it be scary and look like the way the movies portray the houses that mythical creatures dwell in?
I was shocked to see it looked exactly as I last saw it. I would have imagined overgrown grass and weeds. I am sure that those with perfect eyesight would detect changes. But my human eyes saw no difference.
I turned my truck off and walked up the steps to the front door. My heart beating a mile a minute, I chuckle as I imagine what they would have thought if they had heard it. But this was not an excited heart. This was a terrified heart. Not even wanting to see inside, I slid the note under the threshold. Someone would find it…Eventually.
I got back in my truck and pulled around the side of the house. I remember once, he gave me the code for the garage. There I could go. There were no happy memories there. Punching in the code, I was pleased to see that the door slowly opened.
Most of the cars were gone. I am sure that they would need them wherever they had gone. I can't say as that I am surprised. There was one car left in the garage. I am surprised that this was the one that was left. Shrugging my shoulders, I get back in my truck and pull in. Leaving the truck on, I walked over to the keypad, punched the number in and watched as the door closed. Sealing me, my truck and the lone car left in the garage.
I got back in my truck, rolled the windows down and waited. I knew that carbon monoxide poisoning was slow, but it was pretty painless. I smiled as I realized with all the pain that I had felt over the past few months, that I would end it by way of a painless method. Something more dramatic would have been better, but this way I would just go to sleep. A sleep that would be peaceful and somber, no more nightmares, no more screaming for them, no more praying that I wake up and he is sitting in my rocking chair. Or that she is happily bouncing in my room with a new outfit.
No, this would be simple. Go to sleep, release the pain, die.
I started coughing as the garage filled up with smoke. My head was getting dizzy. I sat there and smiled. Soon, I thought.
Closing my eyes, I started to remember everything I could about my time with them. Not something I allowed since the day in the woods. I opened my mind to it all. The first day at lunch when Jessica and Angela were explaining the family to me. How they all seemed so different, yet alike.
I tried to recall a time when I didn't realize something was different with them. From almost the first moment, I realized that they were all special. Emmett, my brother in so many ways. Rosalie, the sister you never wanted, but would still love more than anything. Alice, hyper-fun loving shopaholic. Jasper, so quiet you couldn't tell if he was standoffish or thoughtful. Edward, my world. Carlisle and Esme were the parents I never had but secretly always wanted. This was my family.
They protected each other. I thought I was a part of that. But he made the decision for them to leave me and they left. Leaving their daughter, their sister, their love behind. I giggled when I realized that was not what families do. But oh well.
For once, I let myself relive the memory of that night, when my life changed and I lost it all. The lights, the music, the cake and glass plates. Why would they need so many plates? I am the only one eating….laughing. The stereo box that was empty, Emmett already installing it. I glanced to the empty spot in my truck right now, remembering the bloody fingers I got ripping it out. Going to open the next gift, I remember the brief sting of the paper cut and the singular drop of blood that flowed out of my finger. "FUCK" going through my head. Looking up, I remember everyone stopped breathing, Edward's eyes black as night glancing at me as he shoved me back into the glass plates. Then Jasper charging forward, the look in his eyes similar to the ones I saw when the family was protecting me from James.
My head was getting heavy as I lay across the front seat of my truck. Hoping that somehow this would be over quick. The thoughts in my head were getting jumbled as the gas seeped into my lungs and brains. I thought about them all once last time before I let the gas take over and succumb to it. I blamed myself and Edward, certainly not Jasper. My last coherent thought showed me that Edward was protecting me but he was protecting me for himself. I think my fresh blood finally taunted him too much. His control slipped. What surprised me was Jaspers reaction. Seemed like he was trying to help.
Maybe I got it wrong. I closed my eyes again and drifted off, hopefully into the permanent sleep and pain-free atmosphere I was dying for.