Disclaimer: Twilight and all it characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer.


I felt myself leave the ground. I was in the hands of an angel. A cold, dark angel. I had thought death was supposed to bring peace, but as I floated away in those strong arms, pain's army continued its winning battle through my lifeless body.

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I had to go back. I had to face what I had done.

My family would want me back. I would cause them pain, but they were the only ones who would be able to bring me back into believed control, however false that belief would be.

I began my way back. I had not known where I was, but I knew where I needed to go. I made my trip much slower, much more careful. I would hurt no one else, I would cause no more death.