A/n: not much to say today, except thanks to everyone who reviewed on the last chapter.

"Did you get what you deserve? The end, and if your life won't wait, Then your heart can't take this. Have you heard the news that you're dead?" – Dead! My Chemical Romance.

I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead.

I had the strange urge to squeeze my eyes shut and click my heels together and repeat those three words. But I wasn't in Kansas, I didn't have a dog named Toto and I certainly didn't have those cool sparkly red shoes that Dorothy had.

I'm not dead. I can't be dead.

But I am, because I'm staring down at my body right now and it looks pretty lifeless to me. The fact that I don't have any blood in me hasn't exactly registered yet. And the fact that Edward Cullen just slaughtered our entire Biology class hasn't quite sunk in either.

Edward was sitting in the corner by our lab table, his head in his hands and he looked to be shaking. He kept repeating the word, shit, over and over again. I didn't blame him. Nope. The kid just murdered me. Well, obviously he was no kid, but what was he? I was going for a vampire at this point, and I honestly wasn't surprised. Nothing can really surprise the newly dead girl.

What am I still doing here, anyway? Aren't I supposed to be in heaven or something? Maybe I'm a ghost. Nah, that'd be too cliché. A sort of Limbo maybe? Hm, this could get complicated. Very interesting…but complicated all the same. And very hard to explain.

Suddenly that pixie girl – Alice, I think – and the blonde guy, Jasper, burst into the room, frantically looking around for what I assumed was their brother.

"Edward?" Alice asked but her eyes fell on my body and she let a little squeak escape her lips. "Oh my god, Edward, what have you done?"

She didn't even seem phased by the rest of the classroom, just me. Which I found utterly intriguing because since when was I so interesting? Since when I was more important than the other twenty kids in this classroom?

Alice kept shaking her head like she was disappointed or something. I must have been missing a key point of information because I had no idea what was really going on here.

Jasper's eyes swept across the room, and finally landed on me. Well, my body, anyway.

I must have missed something while watching Jasper, because suddenly the three siblings were leaving the room and Edward locked the door behind him. I followed close behind as Edward and Alice walked to the parking lot and to his silver Volvo and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett met them. It amazed me how all five of them fit in that tiny car. Especially that Emmett kid, he was huge.

Edward drove in silence to the local hospital, where the five teens exited the car and proceeded into the emergency room. Edward and Alice led the group to a young doctor, who I could only assume was their father, Carlisle Cullen. I glanced at his embroidered white coat and sure enough, I was right.

"Carlisle," Alice was the first to speak.

The man turned around, seemingly calm. I gathered that he was expecting this. Maybe someone called.

"We need to talk," Edward finally spoke. "In private."

Without another word, Carlisle led everyone to a set of elevators and stepped inside the first available. I slipped inside behind them.

Much to my surprise, Edward stayed quiet while Jasper and Alice explained the situation. Carlisle's face stayed completely blank throughout the elevator ride as he took in every amount of information that was given to him.

They went quiet as the doors opened and Carlisle led the way to his office at the end of the hall.

"So what do we do?" Emmett asked as soon as the door was shut.

"We leave," Carlisle stated. "And we cover our tracks as best we can."

I had had enough. I didn't want to know how they were going to cover up the murders of twenty plus people in a biology lab at the local high school.

I went to go check on Charlie. He was bound to hear about this by now.

I got to the police station as Charlie was being informed about a mass casualty situation at the high school. He would be filled in on the details at the scene.

The first thing he thought about was me. Was I alright? Was I alive?

Unfortunately, only minutes later, he found out that these questions were a straight no. I wasn't okay. I wasn't alive.

The grief was immediate. There was no way to stop it. But Charlie shoved it down and put on his game face. He was the chief of police, after all. His colleagues couldn't possibly see him break down on the job. I think that was harder on him than anything else.

I sat in the passenger seat of his cruiser as he drove down the highway toward the school. As my father passed the student parking lot he caught sight of my truck. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and willed himself not to start crying.

"I'm so sorry I did this to you," I whispered and placed a hand on his shoulder. I knew he couldn't hear me. And I knew he couldn't feel me. But maybe, just maybe he would know that I was there for him, maybe he wouldn't blame himself for what happened.

Every paramedic and ambulance that could be spared was brought to the school immediately. Bodies in bags were being wheeled out of the classroom on stretchers by men in biohazard suits.

I left Charlie's side when he started reviewing a list of the dead with another officer. I didn't need to hear the names of all the people I had indirectly killed. I knew that Edward had killed them all, but it was my fault in the respect that they only died for having witnessed my death.

I didn't dare go back in the classroom. Nothing could make me go back in there. I did, however, sneak a peak through the windows. The room was swarming with biohazard suits and stretchers and body bags. I wondered what the suits were for. Maybe this was how the Cullens were "covering their tracks".

As I turned the corner to catch up with Charlie, I saw the police tape sectioning off the classroom. They must have cleared out all the bodies. I glanced back at line of ambulances and wonder briefly which one held mine.

People were gathering at the edge of the yellow tape now. Some were leaning forward, curious to know what was going on. Others were standing further back, holding one another and crying. There was a mixture of emotions, but the one that dominated was pity. I know it sounds strange, but it's true. The saddest part was, it was mostly directed at my father.

News crews were fighting for the better view of the scene. It was almost disgusting to watch, but I did. Especially when one brave news reporter asked for an interview with the chief. They were bound to ask questions about his one and only daughter. This wouldn't go well, I could tell.

"Chief!" The reporter yelled. "Chief Swan! May we have a word with you?"

Charlie stopped for a moment to compose himself and then accepted.

The camera crew went right to work, sending the live feed back to the studio to broadcast all over Forks and the surrounding towns.

I didn't catch the beginning of the interview, but I figured it was mostly boring stuff, anyway.

"Has there been any word on the cause of the deaths?"

My father cleared his throat. "The official cause of death has not been determined, but from what we've been told by Hazmat, we're looking at a toxic chemical spill."

So that's how they're covering up this particular vampire attack. Interesting.

"There is no word on how the chemicals got into the lab, but tests are being done on everything and answers should be coming along shortly."

The reporter nodded. "Could this be some kind of terrorist attack?"

"Oh no," Charlie shook his head. "That's very unlikely. It was probably just a mix up at one of the companies at the school buys their supplies from. An innocent mistake."

I wondered if he was trying to convince himself just as much as everyone else that was listening to him talk.

"There is word that your own daughter was one of the victims today."

And here it comes. I wished she wouldn't have mentioned that. This situation was hard enough on Charlie.

He almost lost all composure right there. I could see the tears that wanted to fall from his eyes. I could see the hurt emanating from him. And I had caused this; I had done this to my own father.