A/N: Hi everybody! I hope you had a wonderful holiday season, and I hope you all ring in the New Year with someone special. Hope you like the chapter!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns everything. No infringement intended.

Inspired by The Walking Dead.

To my darling sister,

I'm so sorry that I've done this to you. I'm sorry that I've left you.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I clutched at the paper in my fist. One of my hands covered my mouth, I didn't want anybody to hear the sobs that were wracking my body.

You don't know how much I've always loved you. How much I've always cherished our relationship. You have been there for me every single day of my life. And for that I can never repay you.

My niece gurgled from her spot on the bed next to me. Not a clue as to what has happened in the past 24 hours.

I've always been jealous of you. You were the smarter one, the prettier one, the skinnier one. But that hasn't made me ever feel bad, no matter what you were always there for me. Even though you were younger than me, you still comforted me whenever I needed it. You were there when my first boyfriend broke up with me, when my second boyfriend broke up with me, and so on. And then I met Sam.

At the mention of my brother-in-laws name, more tears sprung from my eyes. Both of my siblings were gone.

I never told you this, I actually don't know why I didn't. But let me tell you about our first date. I'm smiling through my pain as I'm writing this. Thinking about him, thinking about us, still continues to make me happy. But that can't override the pain I'm in.

Anyways, on our first date, Sam had been so nervous. I'm pretty sure he was actually shaking when he picked me up. His hands were clammy, and I remember teasing him about it. He wanted to take me out to dinner and then a movie. So we get to the restaurant and we sat down, no problem there. But we must have had a newer waitress, because she seemed even more nervous than Sam was. First, she brought the wrong drinks, then when we asked if we could get the other drinks, she went to pick our glasses up, and completely knocked mine over and into my lap. She was so sorry and I waved it off and went to try and dry off.

I smiled through my tears as I imagined my sister getting a drink poured on her. And being able to remain calm. When I had done that to her, and I was around the age of eight, she had flipped out and yelled for who knows how long.

When I got back Sam was still just as nervous as he had been at the beginning of the date. Going on, we put our order in with the waitress. When our food came out, mine was the wrong sandwich, and Sam's had onions on it, which he is allergic too. So we had to say something to her, to which she was upset about and didn't know what to do. So the manager told us we didn't have to pay, you know how that goes. So instead of ordering something else, Sam offered to just buy a bunch of snacks at the movie.

Ever since we were little, we had to have a multitude of snacks while watching a movie. Just popcorn would not do. We had to have an array, something sour, something sweet, and something salty.

We went all out at the movie and I was so excited to dig in, I think he was too because I could hear his stomach growling. We find seats, sit down, get ready to eat, and thats when I realize that there are lady bugs in the popcorn. I freaked out of course, Sam threw it away, and we were already late to the movie so we didn't want to complain. So we dug into the candy. You know how the boxes are usually half full, which is such a rip off, but ours was less than a third full. Then another package of candy spilled all over the floor. And the chocolate was moldy. That's when the movie started. Ten minutes in and the projector broke.

Anything and everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Sam felt so bad, he kept apologizing, and I was pretty annoyed, to be honest. He was driving me home and we past this overlook, the sun was still setting and I begged him to stop. So he stops and I jump out. We walked over to this overlook, and as we looked out at this bright orange sky, he kissed me. And I knew right then, that this was the guy I was going to marry. All the bad faded away and I hadn't been happier in a long time.

Her letter was winding down, and that made me cry harder. I couldn't believe that the last thing I had from my sister, was almost over. The tears were streaming down my face and my hands were shaking. My whole body was for that matter.

When Sam had to leave earlier, I had a rock in the pit of my stomach, I didn't want him to go. But, you know Sam, he always wants to help, with anything. So he left. And that was the last time I saw my husband, the love of my life, alive. As we were driving, and headed towards the group of those things, I was so scared. I was terrified. I knew in the bottom of my heart that whatever we found wasn't going to be good. That everything was going to be awful. Things had happened so fast already, and I knew that they would just get worse.

Seeing Sam like that. I died. I was gone. I died with him. It ripped me apart. And I knew that I couldn't live without him. I wasn't going to be like you, I wasn't going to be able to be strong, to fight, to try and survive.

So when we got here, I knew what I had to do. I just didn't know how. How do you kill yourself? Back when things were normal you did it the way regular people committed suicide. But I didn't know what would happen if I did, would I come back as one of those things?

My sister had stood by my side, my entire life. She was there the day I started high school, the day I graduated high school, she was there for everything. When I started college, when I graduated. My first day as a nurse. Every little step in my life, my sister was by my side for. What about all the other steps. Who would be there now?

The day she came to me and told me she was pregnant, was one of the happiest days of her life. She was beaming, she had tears of happiness running down her face. She kept rubbing her stomach. She was already a mother. She had been since the day I was born. She helped raise me, and for that I could never thank her enough.

Suicide. It's such a weird word. It has such a negative connotation, but saying it, the way it rolls off your lips. For some reason, it sounds beautiful. The most surreal way to die. All on your own terms. Not on somebody else terms, not waiting for the time or place for it to happen. But by your choice, your decision. Death is perceived as a bad thing in the world. But to me its astonishing. The fact that somebody can drift off into a sleep forever.

The only thing that was on my mind though was my baby. My baby girl. Gracie. She was my miracle. Sam and I had tried to get pregnant for so long, I had been once before but I lost it, so when I got pregnant with Gracie, it was like a blessing. We bought the healthiest things, trying to make our girl so safe. We wanted her to grow up in a home full of love and laughter. A home with two parents. I didn't want her to grow up in this world.

If I'm selfish for leaving my daughter alone in this world than be it. I was torn. I had this beautiful baby girl, but my heart was broken so bad that it could never be repaired. So, the hardest question I had to face was this: do I carry my baby with me when I walk into the throngs of these things? Do I let her die in my arms? And I couldn't. But I also couldn't continue to live in this world. So I made a decision, the hardest one of my life.

So this is what I must leave you with. I want you to have my daughter. That sounds so weird, but there is nobody more perfect to raise her than you. You're already so fully invested in her life, and she knows you. She loves you. This is the worst thing I could ever ask you to do. But I am. I'm asking you for this. To take my daughter as your own and to love her with as much love as you have to give. You may hate me for this. I don't blame you. I don't blame you if this causes you to regret ever being my sister, to hate the memories you have of me. But I need you to do this. I need you to be her mother.

So with all of this said. I want you to know how much I love you. How much I have always loved you. I hope that I'll see you again one day. I pray that it isn't soon. I say 80 years sounds good. But I love you, Bella. So much. You have been and will always be, my sister.

Love, Leah.

"Oh, God," I choked out. I couldn't hold the sobs in anymore. They broke through, tears spilling down my cheeks and onto my shirt. Gut wrenching cries that ripped from the deepest part of me. I leaned over and grabbed my niece, pulling her up onto my lap.

I hugged her tightly to my chest.

I rocked back and forth with Gracie in my arms as I cried. She didn't cry, she didn't do anything. Just sat in my arms and stared up into my face.

My sister had always been there for me. And I had always been there for her. We had an unbreakable bond that nothing could come between. Not boys, not distance, and not even death. She had been my rock since day one, and now it was my turn to be the rock for her daughter.

"It's just us now, Gracie girl."

I was going to raise this precious girl, and protect her from all the evils in the world.

How did you all like it? I know nothing really happened, maybe some of you thought it was a little boring, but I wanted to make this chapter to show how Leah was feeling, how it affected her. Hope you all liked it!

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