As I lie on my deathbed, I think about my life. I try to think of the positive points of course but negative memories keep on breaking my barrier. Right now, I think about my mother and my father.
I remember my mother always overreacted to the littlest of things. She was always a child at heart. I would have to watch over her because, just like a child, she was accident prone. I internally sigh. Now I think about my father. He overreacted sometimes as well. He was always there for me, even when I had to go live with him. He was the best chief of police Forks, Washington would ever have.
Forks...Somany things happened there. Before and after the tragedy. The Cullens. I could remember them easily. Especially...him.Now, I know its silly to refer to...Him as him but I still can't find it in me to use his name. And right now I think about the Cullens.
I remember Alice, how she was always happy and jumpy, she was like a little energizer bunny. I remember Jasper, how he always had to keep his distance from me. Sadly, that didn't work. I remember Emmett, he could always make me laugh. He was just a big teddy bear, every ones favorite toy. I remember Rosalie, how bitter she was. I never did find out why that was, but I always assumed it was for good reason. I remember Carlisle and Esme now. They treated me just like a daughter, they were always full of love.
And now...I even start to remember...him...a little. How he loved me, how he cherished me, how, no matter what, he was always there. Always watching over me like my guardian angel. But truly, thats what he was. My guardian angel. Until that day, that horrible day. He had taken me out to the woods and broke me. When he said he didn't love me, my whole world had fallen. All meaning and hope was gone. My angel, my savior did not want me anymore.
The next year was bad, but not as bad as that day. I barely left the house. I only got out for school and when Charlie needed groceries. I could tell my dad could see me suffering, but I didn't try to hide it much. Charlie always tried to make me more social but nothing ever worked. He took me to movies, out to restaurants even. And one time he even set up a date with Jacob Black. Ugh. That fowl creature. I hated Jacob the moment I had saw him. Something about him just revolted me. And the way he ate! It makes me nasuas to even think about him.
After I had graduated my father had kicked me out. He couldn't stand my depression so he sent me to my mother. Renee had done practically everything my dad did. Movies, fancy restaurants, blind dates. Nothing worked. I moved out eventually. I bought a nice apartment not far from Chicago. I attended college and got a job as a pharmacist. I worked there until I turned fifty. Well technically, I had gotten fired. So for almost twelve years I lived in my apartment. Just recently I had been diagnosed with tuberculosis. I was slowly dying and for once, I was happy.
I lie on my back and place my hands over my stomach. I slowly shut my eyes and drift off...