Rosalie Cullen's Point of view:
The chance of Bella waking up- while only I was home with her is slim to none. I know that I come off as a cold person and having Bella in my life and family was not something that I originally wanted. I mean she wasn't that bad but she was annoying, and why anyone would want to give up there human life was beyond me, but she was found how I was… alone and dying. I suppose the journey on how we got there was different, but if I somehow played a part to leaving Bella and leaving her feeling like she only had one option left.
I walked up stairs in to my bedroom, which would be much, more entertaining if my monkey man Emmett was also here… I turned on my TV and started watching Americas next top model. I wondered why I didn't go on, and win this silly human competition.
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Bella Swan's Point of view:
The darkness that consumed me after jumping of that cliff was easing ever so slightly. Sometimes I would feel a sudden coldness hold my hand, and touch my forehead. It was so dark and deafeningly quite that I was left with my own thoughts. The darkness left me with a lot of time to think about everything that had happened. I didn't have regrets about jumping, it was the only think that I have ever not seriously contemplated after it had happened. The darkness and sadness wallowing inside of me after having been abandoned by those whom I loved still rushed over me. I didn't even need a razor to get that sense of pain anymore. In this black unknown foreign world every cold touch reminded me of them, every think that I thought was imcompasitating and painful, yet I put up a shield. No one should ever know what I feel. No one could know how I feel, not Charlie not the Cullen's. I don't know why I am thinking the way I am because I am obviously dead, no one who jumps of a cliff lives- that just isn't possible?
The blackness that I saw was slowly turning white, was I going towards the light? I thought I had already metaphorically done that when I jumped of the cliff… Esme had jumped of a cliff, and she survived. Maybe I was in the morgue, my heart still faintly beating? Esme jumped of a cliff; she would be so ashamed of me taking the 'easy' way out of this. My own mother, but she took the cowardly way out of my life. Not even stopping to say goodbye. I didn't get a word from her, from any of them. The only thing that I knew that they ever existed at all was the scars up my arms from the pain that they had left behind, when that all decided it was time to explore some other distractions. All l I knew was that my vision was slowly going from black to grey and getting lighter.
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I could see. I must be in heaven, my ears were foggy and my vision was blurry, like waking up from a good sleep. I looked up at a white ceiling. I couldn't move, I was in so much pain. The pain was agony, I felt like my whole body was bruised. I couldn't be in heaven; if I was in heaven then I wouldn't be hurting. I would see my grandma in heaven. This was unfair; I must have gone to hell. I wouldn't be practically strapped down to a bed in heaven. I stared up to the ceiling not caring in particular what happened to me. I was over life, and living. I couldn't do it anymore. Not with this pain and emptiness.
Authors note: Sorry this is such a short chapter, and it feel like it has been forever since I updated (I had assignments and I went away with some friends). Tomorrow's chapter is going to be super long and will posting about the same time tomorrow. Thanks for reading, (READ AND REVIEW)! From Silver