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World-Destruction

Someone once told me when I was a child that I would be the one to end the world. She had said that my clumsiness in every aspect of life, let alone the clumsiness of my feet, tied in with my indecisiveness and stupidity, would end in world-destruction. Though she had said it out of anger that I'd ruined her new high heels, trying feebly to walk in them, I was beginning to think that maybe she was right. That maybe her words had held much more truth than she'd ever realized.

I stood there in front of the man that I loved. The man I once was to be married to. The man who made my heart flutter and my pulse scream. The man that now was about to kill the only thing in this world I could allow myself to live for. I had no idea what to do. I screamed at him. I was shaking. My head was throbbing.

The heat from behind me glanced across my back like licks of fire, the cold from before me blew in like the stinging drafts of the artic. They collided around me, sending what seemed to me like trails of smoke into the air above my head. My mind played for itself a dream in which the two became one, the ice and the fire, combining and splashing into a mixture of calm, of serene. A peaceful lake in which I'd bathe my battered mind and heart. The movie screen was slashed into two as Edward fell to his knees.

Jacob's fingertips struggled for my arms, but I stepped forward. I stepped toward Edward, watching as his features contorted into shame and sickness. It looked as though maybe he'd puke, but I knew that this wasn't possible. His eyes were flowing with ripples of jagged pain; his lips were numb with shock. His hands were stretched in front of him like he'd seen God for the first time, like he was trying to touch him, but too afraid that he'd disappear beneath his fingers. My heart wasn't beating.

I could feel Jacob tense behind me as I stepped further away from him, closer to the cold man in front of me. Edward's wide eyes contracted for a second, almost as though my approach had made him flinch. He gaped at me in wonder as I stared him down. My face was angry, determined. I knew that it was. I could feel the heat on my skin as I glowered at his beautiful face. He was so unbelievably stunning that I was afraid I'd faint right there. My dreams had never allowed me to see his face, only his eyes. But these eyes were different. They were not the deep caramel that I often longed for, they were a deathly black. A frightening darkness sprung from his cold skin, glowing as it was in the gloomy light of the evening sky. I felt my fists begin to tremble, my bones taking on a melting sensation. I closed my eyes. Counting to ten. Thinking of Jacob. Thinking of the happiness I'd had with him.

One.

Jacob stepped closer behind me. His footsteps were quiet, but his breathing was not. My hair, now slick with the rain that poured from the gray sky, whipped across my face with the wind that carried the smell of the sea. I tried not to breathe it in. I tried not to breathe at all. I could smell that deliciously sweet scent. I could smell him.

Two.

The air around me ripped at my skin, thick with tension and emotion and fear. Most of all, it was thick with pain. I felt as though maybe I'd taken on the gift of Jasper. Like I'd borrowed his talent. The pain around me sunk into my pores, mixing into my thoughts and disabling me. I could feel the pain from Jacob. It hit me like bricks in the back of the head. He was terrified. For my life. For his. For losing me to Edward not only in death, but in heart. He was so afraid.

Three.

Edward's pain. From where he knelt before me, I was able to see it in his eyes, was now able to feel it drifting from his body. This, too, hit me with much more force than I'd ever intended to feel. He was ashamed of himself, angry with himself. He had promised me that he would never hurt Jacob. He had promised, and he had destroyed that promise. Stomped it into nothingness. And he loved me. He loved me and he wanted me. But I had found peace with Jacob. I had found life livable without him. I didn't need him. His sorry, lifeless heart was sewn together by the sight of my living body, only to be torn apart by the sound of my apathetic heart. I was killing him.

Four.

My pain. It was echoing inside of me, right alongside the pain of the men that I loved. It swirled, pivoting in and out, confusing me, consuming my logic. The crevice that tainted my hesitant heart broke way, becoming a trench. I didn't want to hurt them. I didn't want to hurt anyone. I'd thought that by keeping Edward uninformed, I'd be protecting him. Jacob had known about me, he'd found me. There was no way around hurting him now that he'd already known of my existence. But Edward hadn't known. I could have gone on happily with Jacob, painlessly. Edward could have survived the neglect, had he not been aware of it. He shouldn't have been aware of it. He shouldn't have had to feel this ache.

I couldn't count anymore. I hadn't even made it halfway. I was going insane. I couldn't think anymore. This world, my world, was gone. I'd killed it, destroyed it, just as my childhood had predicted. I was the murderer of all things good, the slayer of happiness. I wished I'd never been reborn. I wished I could crawl back into the arms of my creator and beg and plead with him to make me Annabelle Hensley again. I didn't want to be Isabella Swan. Please somebody, change me back.

I lifted my face into the sky, opening my eyes, feeling the splattering rain drops glance off of my face, becoming one with the tears that rose from my eyes and traveled along my cheeks. I didn't flinch when they descended like missiles into my misting eyes. I could feel the anger disappearing with the drops of moisture as I looked toward the clouds. The resentment slowly inched away and the pain took its place, stronger by the second. Somehow I was aware of Jacob behind me, and that he was oddly naked, stepping closer, watching me. I was aware of Edward on the ground before my feet, cradling himself, my indifference breaking him slowly.

Though I was conscious of these things, I could not bring myself to react to them. This was too much for me to handle. I couldn't bring my mind to focus. It shut itself down, my fingertips slipping away from my palms, my fists falling limp. My knees began to shake, threatening to crash below. My heart slid into the ground beneath me, a much-needed burial from the pain that gradually devoured it, a steady murder. I heard Jacob's breath catch in his throat as my eyes fell closed, my fatigued body slumping to the ground. My head met the cold, hard, trodden earth just in time and the darkness closed around me. I welcomed it happily.

(author's note: don't worry. she isn't dead. she's just REALLY freaked out. if you'd just found out that you were the
reincarnation of another person, realized that the men that you loved were vampires and werewolves, had just witnessed
them fighting to the death, and had to stop them, you'd be fainting a lot too. :D oh and uh, jake is naked because he turned
into a wolf. he doesn't just randomly walk around completely naked. half-naked, yes. completely, no. haha.)