Author's Note: Hi, I'm AWhitfield and this is my second fanfic. This chapter is so short because it's really like a prologue but I wanted to call it a chapter. :) Enjoy The Story!


I looked at the knife in my left hand, and then at Charlie's gun in my right, trying to decide which way out would cause me less pain. I sat on my bed in my room in Charlie's house and tried to come to a decision before he got home. Ever since the Cullens left, all that I have felt is pain and despair. I'm not sure how I survived this long…but I did. And now I'm ready to leave my life, my personal hell behind. I loved him with all that I am and he confirmed every fear that I'd ever had about our relationship. I was never good enough to satisfy him. When he left, I was depressed and sent to an endless amount of psychiatrists for help with my "problem". But I never spoke to any of them, other than to ask to go home at the end of the session. I knew I wasn't crazy. I was just broken.

I raised the knife up to the left side of my chest, making sure to aim directly towards my heart. With both hands on the weapon, I slammed it into my chest. I didn't bother pulling it out and blood gushed out of my chest and onto the comforter of my bed. I crawled up to the top of the bed in more pain than I anticipated. My breaths became slow and hallow while I watched the crimson flow of life drain out of my very existence. I thought of my life while it slipped away. My life hadn't even started until I decided to move in with Charlie. Until I met Edward and his supernatural family that I loved nonetheless. Lying on my back with my hand on my stomach, I closed my eyes and wallowed in the serenity of my death. Suddenly, my door flew open and my hands clenched in anger but I didn't bother opening my eyes. Who's interrupting my peace?

"Bella! Oh my God, Bella! I'm so sorry. Please don't leave me. I didn't mean it! You promised not to hurt yourself! You promised!" Someone sobbed into my ear. I weakly opened my eyes and stared at the butterscotch orbs in front of me. I'd never seen so much sadness in my entire pathetic excuse of a life. But I immediately recognized the beauty in front of me. He'd come for me. But it's too late. I wanted him to come back because he loved me, not because he was guilty of causing my death. He was on the right side of the bed with his knees on the floor. I slowly raised my hand and ran it through his beautiful bronze hair. I let a small smile lift up the side of my mouth as my eyes closed involuntarily. It was then that I knew it was time to go. My arm fell limp to the side of my body and I took my last breath, preparing to go home. Edward's cries faded and all I heard, saw, and felt…was nothing.


Author's Note: So...What'd ya think? Review and let me know. Should this continue as a one-shot or a story?