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Had I come all this way just for this? Had I fought through it all just to have my only point of reason die, right here, in my arms? Wait, let's rewind.

My name is Esme, and I guess my life hasn't been that great so far. The best beginning, I guess, is the beginning of the one who has just ended.

FLASHBACK!

I couldn't believe it. He must be lying. Pregnant? I must have voiced my thoughts aloud, because

Dr. Mason smiled and said, "yes, Mrs. Evenson." I nodded slowly, trying not to express the turmoil in my mind. Surprise. Anger. Passion. Love. Fear. The last I felt, not for myself, but for the little one inside of me, having to live with him for a father. NO. I would not, could not allow it.

When I think back, running away was surprisingly easy; it was the worry and planning that made it so terrifying. I planned for weeks, every day afraid that Charles would discover my plans, or the small stash of money I had hidden under a floorboard.

When I had enough for a ticket, I made my escape. I persuaded Charles to share a drink with me at dinner, and once Charles starts to drink, he won't stop until the bottle's empty and he's out cold on the floor.

After I was sure he was out, I gathered a few belongings and ran out the door, stopping only once to look back at the house that had been my prison for the past seven years.

The entire train ride, I fretted about what would happen if Charles woke up before I was far enough away. But the ride passed uneventfully, and no one stopped me when I got off.

Standing at the station was Rita, my cousin, a freethinking woman who I hadn't seen since before the marriage, which I affectionately called "The Biggest Mistake of My Life." I sobbed all the way back to her house, and it was only with great care that she managed to get me to lie down and try to sleep.

Despite my arrival, I soon adjusted to life in the city of Milwaukee. I taught a few classes, helped women with washing and such, and generally fit in. then, two months in, I got news. Someone had told my parents of my whereabouts, and they weren't happy.

Fleeing again was not something I wanted to do, but I could not let them find me. I ran away to the small town of Ashland, knowing that no one would think to look for me here. I pretended that my husband had died in the war, and began to teach at the small school.

Time passed, and I lived happily. Then, not two days before the baby was due, I went into labor. To anyone who has given birth, you know the pain and fear I experienced. It was a long labor, and all through it, I imagined anything and everything that could go wrong.

Then it was over, and the warm miracle of my labor was safe in my arms. Or so I thought. The next day the doctor came in and told me that this miracle would not last, that I had three days at most to be with this little angel in my arms.

Three days passed very quickly. I spent every moment with my son, the child I would never even get to name. But then, on the third night, it was over, his breathing stopped and his heart was still. How cruel that I, 26 years in this world, still had a beating heart, when this one who had not had time to understand the simplest things did not.

No matter though, I would not have a beating heart for much longer. I made up my mind then. I know it may seem idiotic to decide like that, but when the only thing you live for dies in your arms, you don't think.

I tried to think of the best way to end my life. Fire was too painful, and there wasn't a deep enough river around town to drown myself in. I decided that a cliff would be best, there was one quite near my house that would do nicely, with sharp stones at the bottom. The chance that I would survive would be slim.

I walked to the cliff early the next morning, before the sun had quite risen. I stood on the cliff ledge and listened to the sounds of the world for one last time. Then I held my arms out and let myself fall.

I felt the exhilarating high of falling for only a moment, then pain, and then my world went black.

Carlisle POV:

"Little hope…." "Too much blood loss…" "It's the morgue for her…" those were the words I heard echoing around the hospital that day. And then a familiar name Esme Platt. The cheerful girl I had treated ten years ago?

From what I had heard, this girl had tried to end her own life. But she had seemed so sweet and kind when I had treated her, telling jokes and singing to try to keep those of us on the night shift awake and upbeat. What had so drastically changed her life that she decided to end it?

I followed the doctor walking the cart to the morgue, and, once he was gone, made a snap decision. I put my fingers to her wrist, and, to my surprise, felt a faint pulse. A very faint pulse. If my estimation was correct, she had only minutes left.

But I had minutes. I gouged that she would not feel the pain right away, giving me enough time to get to my house. I bit her, piercing her jugular, biting at her wrists and ankles, anywhere I knew would get blood straight to her heart. Then I took her and ran.

An infuriated Edward met me at the door. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked quietly. "wait, scratch that, I know exactly what you think you're doing! What made you think that this was in any way ok?" no time for explanations. We have to get her lying down. Quickly! I thought.

He paused, and then accepted that I would do whatever I could for this girl. We carried her to a couch and set her down. Then she began to scream.

Esme POV:

The new pain came later, and I couldn't understand it. Had I not succeeded in killing myself? It burned horribly and I wondered if this was hell. Had running away been the wrong thing to do? Had it been such an atrocious wrong to disobey my husband that god had sent me here?

I lay in agony for god knows how long. I screamed, I know I screamed, and thrashed too, but It did me no good. Finally, the pain began to subside. Maybe I had been in limbo, and now that my sins were burned away, I could move on to heaven.

I opened my eyes to the face of an angel, and I knew everything would be ok.

*pant, pant* it's done! I'm so effing relieved! Has anyone noticed that most of the things that happen to the Cullens right before they were transformed have happened to Bella? She's jumped off a cliff, been bitten by a crazed vampire, almost been raped by those guys in Port Angeles, and probably gotten the flu at some point in her life. Ok, I LIKE REVIEWS! Even if you just want to say this is cool, or this sucks, review. Please.