Maggie POV, 10 years ago
I got off the train, battling a thousand emotions. I directed a cab driver to take me to La Push. The drive took too long for my liking, but I got there eventually.
Once I did, it didn't take long to get to Andy's house. I didn't know where it was, but Cassie had described it so many times it was easy to find. I knocked on the door.
"Maggie?" Andy asked the moment he opened the door. I put on a sad face and handed him the letter. It only took him a moment to read it. He looked right through me, at the beach.
Without a word, he ran to the back of the house, grabbed something silver, and ran to the beach, throwing it into the ocean. I watched wordlessly, realizing what I had done. I tried to stop him, but he got in his car and drove off. I never saw him after that. I sat on the beach, sobbing. About an hour later, Cassie came to the house. She took one look at me sobbing, and her face fell, and I watched through her eyes as her heart shattered into a million pieces.
"Where's the locket," she asked, her voice dead. I pointed out into the ocean, and she screamed. Then she started swimming. I watched her searching frantically for the last thing she had of the person she loved. Then it hit me. She was wearing her wedding dress. I remembered her once saying something about how romantic it would be to run away and get married with Andy. if she had caught him, she was going to run away with him. She would have all she ever wanted.
And I had ruined that.
Disgusted with myself, I started sobbing again. I didn't notice as a large wave hit. I did notice when I couldn't see her anymore. I realized she wasn't answering me when I screamed her name. she wasn't there.
I had killed my sister.
My sister.
I had killed her.
There was a sharp pain in my chest as the realization hit me. I had never felt guilt as bad as this. The guilt was literally going to rip my heart from my chest.
And I wanted it to.
Because now, all I wanted was to be with my sister.
And I couldn't.
Because I had murdered her.