When I wrote this chapter, I felt like crying. POOR MARY!! All twilight characters and ideas belong to Stephanie Meyer though I wish they were mine.
Mary
Chapter 2
July 24th 1941
After what seemed like years of the raging pain, it started to fade... from my fingers and toes.
Half an hour passes and I'm still lying here, raging fire only in my core now. But it's hotter than it was before. Much hotter. As it fades from most of my organs, it targets my heart. NO! My mind screams at me. Make it stop! My heart is giving up the last of its energy to try and save itself, but to no avail. My heart gives its final beat, and then it stops. Knowing the process must be over, I open my eyes.
Wow. That's all my mind can process. This is absolutely amazing. I can see, hear, and feel absolutely everything. Nothing is stopping me as I spring to my feet in half a second and take in my surroundings. If I thought the park was beautiful when I saw it in my human eyes it is gorgeous now. The trees have the greenest of leaves, and as the dew drips of the ends of them like tears that one word comes back to me. Vampire. That's what I have become. Suddenly I am repulsed by my newfound powers. They are naught but a curse. Skills to help me kill those I love. I spit on the lush green grass. It lands with a thud, satirizing each strand with small droplets. I stormed away, with no direction. With nowhere to go.
I eventually arrive at Edward's house, deciding I could squeeze some information out of him. As I walk up the driveway, I hear my song. The song he wrote just for me. I look in through the window and see his fingers as they move across the keys, their choreographed dance creates the sweetest melody. If I still had a heart it would swell until it burst with joy and happiness. Suddenly he stops. The smile is wiped from my face. He turns around, pain on his face. He looks at me and I frown. How did he know I was here? Seconds later he is at my side. I turn to him.
"Why?" Is the only thing I have to say.
"Why did I stop?" he asks back. I nod. "Because I loved you." The past tense hit me like a bullet straight through the heart.
"W-What?" I managed to stammer.
"Mary, I don't love you anymore." He says, cool as a cucumber. I want to smack him. I want to scream and cry until all my tears are gone from me. But I can't. I simply mimic him. My face straight, my voice calm.
"Than why don't you just go?" I ask him. That should teach him a thing or two.
"Because this is my house." He replies. I crack, my facade breaks and I scream as loud as I can. For my love, my sanity... my future. While I scream, he quietly slips away, from London, and from me.
Okay, so that was pretty awesome right? Thx to... oh wait. NO ONE HELPED ME!! WAAHH. Oh well. Hope you guys enjoyed.