Jane Volturi
I think about it a lot.
Me and my brother.
Though we don't want to.
The memory is so hazy.
So old.
For everyone except of us.
They put ropes around us.
They burned us.
They cheered.
I couldn't take revenge.
Because I couldn't control my gift at the stake.
I was a harmless, fragile, weak human.
I don't think about it anymore and I thank him.
I thank Master Aro.
I thank him because he saved my life, for the family he gave me.
