Much to my dismay, I do not own Twilight.

By the way, most of the reviews I've received mention something about becoming emotional or crying. Just so you know, that's my goal. Yes, you read right.

I want to make you cry.

Okay? Alright. And…we're off.

Back to Bella.

This could be my last goodbye, you cross your heart, I hope to die.

BPOV (Three days later)

Some people say you should live every day like your last.

Today, that's exactly what I intend on doing.

Why? Because today, Monday, May nineteenth, will be the last day of my life.

I'm not going to leave a suicide note. If I did, it would be addressed to Edward, and he'd never get the chance to read it. I'm not going to leave a gore scene. Why put anyone through that? But I decided that if I'm going to take myself out of this world, I might as well go out with a bang, right? I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to do it, but I've decided to be, well, theatrical, for lack of a better description.

But what I really wanted was to get up and go through the day. I wanted to be able to appreciate seeing everything and everyone, truly, for the last time. I also wanted to say subtle goodbyes to everyone who deserved them. I wanted closure. I didn't want their last memories of me to be depressed ones. I would make sure I did it right. For everyone's sake.

Now, where to begin. Ah, an outfit for today. How do you dress for death? The thought made me chuckle. It also made me think of a former sister, which halted my laughter immediately. I finally decided on a light pair of jeans and dark navy t-shirt. Wearing white would just set a gruesome backdrop for the day's later events.

I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I wanted people to look at me, really look at me today. Just today.

I suddenly heard the front door close. My eyes widened and I rushed down the stairs and out the door, pursuing Charlie with haste.

"Dad, wait!" I yelled. He turned around to my relief.

"Bella, get back in the house. It's freezing, and you have no shoes on." I ignored his reprimanding and got to the point.

"I love you. Thanks, for everything. I don't know where I'd be without you." I didn't miss the raw shock on his face.

"I love you, too, Bells. No matter what. Have a good day." He smiled at me kindly, then turned and got into the cruiser.

I smiled to myself. One down, two to go.

After eating my last meal - a chocolate fudge PopTart - I slipped my shoes on and headed outside. I got into my truck and drove to school.

Well, this should be fun.

As Mr. Mason droned on about our next book in English, one I would never get a chance to read, I searched the faces of my classmates. The ones who I thought liked me. Oh, how I was wrong.

Lauren Mallory. Mike Newton. Jessica Stanley. Eric Yorkie. My first friends in Forks. But at least they weren't the first to betray me. No, their abandonment came shortly after an even bigger one. So shortly after, in fact, that it was almost unnoticed. Almost.

I stared at all of their faces for the very last time. I briefly wondered how they viewed this classroom. I knew they didn't view it like I did. But did Jessica notice how the sun came through the window at the most perfect angle? Did Mike hear the calming sound of rain gently hitting the window? Did Eric see the blue-jay that just flew by? Did Lauren Mallory look around herself knowing that she'd never see any of this again? Did any of them know how it felt to be completely broken? To have no desire to live? To sit on their beds and honestly will their hearts to stop beating? No, they didn't know any of this. It was only me.

The remainder of the day would be the remainder of my life. And it would always be me. Just me.

The bell rang, and I made my way to lunch. I hadn't eaten at school since… a certain departure, but I had always come to the cafeteria. Always isolated. Angela used to come over to talk to me. When she noticed my unresponsiveness, she stopped trying. I decided a thanks were in order.

I purposefully strode into the lunchroom, sporting a newfound lightheartedness. I supposed knowing it would end soon was comforting.

I slowly approached Angela, suddenly nervous. What if she refused to speak to me?

"Angela?"

She looked surprised. I didn't blame her. "Yes, Bella?"

"I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second." She nodded. "Alone," I added.

"Alright."

We walked over to an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria. Angela waited.

"I'm sorry," I began. She looked confused. "For being so cold when you were only trying to help. It was very childish of me."

"Bella, it's fine. I underst-"

"I really need to say this to you," I interrupted. I was anxious to leave. She nodded.

"Thank you, Angela. You've been such a good friend to me, even when I didn't deserve it. You've been loyal, and kind, when no one else was. You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you."

She looked about ready to cry. "No problem, Bella. I'll always be here if you need me." She smiled.

"I know. You always have been."

We hugged and parted ways. I decided that it was pointless to stay for the rest of the school day. Besides, I had one more person to say "goodbye" to.

But as I walked out of the school building, I was suddenly unsure if he wanted to be thanked.

"Bella?" Jacob's voice was unexpectedly soft, "What are you doing here?"

"Please," I begged, "I know you don't want to see me, but could I just talk to you?" His eyes tightened, but he agreed.

My hands were shaking. This goodbye would be the hardest. I knew it.

"Jake, I just really need you to know that I love you so much." I paused, hearing his sudden intake of breath. I better clarify.

"I mean, before, I was so messed up. Even worse than now. And you were such a great friend to me. You helped me more than anyone else." I hated using the past-tense. "You know," I laughed, "I used to wake up and think 'Wow, I get to hang out with Jacob today.' I really wanted to thank you for giving me something to get up for."

I finally glanced up. Jacob's face was ravaged with exposed emotion. Sadness, grief, rage; it was all there. I yearned to comfort him, but didn't for fear of rejection.

His eyes were downcast, and I mimicked his posture. While I stared as his feet, I saw the tear hit the brown dirt, making a dark spot on the ground. My head shot up.

"Oh, Jake, please don't cry! I'm sorry."

"No! Don't you dare," He yelled. I cringed. "None of this is your fault. Trust me, Bella, this one's all me. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I was such a jerk to you! I didn't even give you a reason for ditching you like that."

"Jake, it's fine-"

"No, Bella. It's not." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I know that I've been acting weird. I'm sorry that I can't explain, really, I am. But right now, you'd be better off without me."

I flinched. Why does everyone say that to me? I was suddenly angry.

"Yes, Jacob. I'll be much better off, considering my lack of friends. I mean, really, who needs 'em?"

"No, that's not what I-"

"I mean not only did my entire second family leave me, but so did the love of my life, everyone I know at school, and my best friend! Wow! Even my father is distant! If that's what you think 'better off' is, then I guess you and Edward are both right!" Angry sarcasm dripped from every word.

My throat hurt from screaming, tears were streaming down my face; some from anger, some from sadness. I turned from Jacob and left.

I hadn't meant to make myself angry, or make Jacob so sad. The plan had been to show him my honest gratitude, then leave. But no, things always had to be hard for me.

I drove home down the long road, a plan forming in my mind. It ends tonight, I thought.

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