Sorry it's short, but the end chapter is coming up next. This one's just a filler chapter, which I thought was needed.
Edward
I had killed her. In my delusional rage, I had killed the only thing that mattered. I broken the one tie that held me down to the earth, the one person that kept my sanity. I felt fragile, like an icicle melting in the heat of the sun. What had I done?
Again. I had done it twice. My rage had burned two people, the two closest people that I had. And now I had nothing, all because of one mistake.
The room was dark and suffocating, with the stagnant air pressing in on all sides. I could see the dim light that shone from under the door, leaving me one beam of light that flashed against the carpeted floor of my cell.
"You will not kill yourself." said Alice, before she left. She had dragged me from the hospital to our home, wrestling to get me back home, before I did any more damage. Carlisle had said nothing, not making any sound as he grasped me by the arm and pulled me into my room. Even his thoughts were silent, and the only thing that I could make of him were his solemn eyes, eyes that rippled with waves of sorrow and regret as they burned into me, watching my every move. He had left also, after a period of time. I was left alone.
I sat once again in the corner of my room, and turned on my music to drown out the memories of my tortured life.
Carlisle
I had seen him as he threw himself at her huddled figure, as he tore at her with frenzied moves and spilled her lifeblood over the floor. The humans would think something had attacked her, but I could do nothing now. They had discovered it already.
He had seen her, had seen what he had done to her, and he couldn't take it. He snapped. Something inside of Edward had broken, disillusioning him into thinking that she was not Bella, that he had done nothing wrong. As we dragged him through the woods he had muttered, "Not her, not her, not her. It wasn't her, it was a trick, she's safe somewhere else." He refused to accept what he had done to her. He had killed her. She was gone.
We couldn't let him kill himself, no matter what. He was my first son, my oldest companion, and we loved him. Still, we knew that he would try.
I know, really short. But trust me, the next chapter is the end, so there's not a lot to tell. R&R!! Oo