ok I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a while but,... now I am so it's alright then

"Karl?" I was astonished. How could she do this to me? I was in love with this girl!" And might I be so bold to ask why this, this, man is here?" I was disgusted.

"Um, well, you see, I, um, I didn't know when you would be coming back so I asked Karl to come over to keep me company." Caroline finally said, but I could tell that she wasn't telling the whole truth.

"And might I ask what your relationship with this, Karl is?"

"He is just a friend, Edward." LIES! ALL LIES!! WHY? WHY WAS SHE DOING THIS TO ME?

"Yes. Well then. I suppose I should be leaving then. Good day then Caroline." and so I walked out. I was never going to return to that place. Ever. The love of my life didn't love me and I didn't knowhow I was going to go on. ( he doesn't really love her. Not like he loves Bella. It's kind of like how Bella loved Jacob. Keep that in mind.) But I knew how this could end. My mother was already dying because she was with my father so much. Maybe I could join them. It was then that I knew what I had to do. I had to visit my father.

As I was walking to the morgue, my mind began to wander back to Caroline. Maybe Karl really was only her friend? No. He was more. I could she it in her face. Heard it in her thoughts. Her posture. Everything. And Karl, just standing there, looking at her like that. Looking so smug. it was disgusting. And before I knew it, I was at the morgue. I had heard that he was dying. Right now. It was going to be hard, but I had to do it. I had to get sick, had to leave this world. Had to leave so that I could never get my heart broken like that again. Ever. As I thought this I saw him. He was white. As white as the doctor standing over him. I walked up to ask him about my father.

"Hello, sir. My name is Edward and that is my father there. How is he?" but I already knew that answer.

"Hello Edward, my name is Dr. Carlisle. I'm sorry to say this but, your father isn't looking so good right now. I hate to be the one to tell you this but your father is dying and I believe that your mother is also sick, though not anywhere near as sick as your father here." Hmm. There was something suspicious about him. Like he was hiding something. Maybe he was just hiding the truth of my father from me. Yes, I'm sure that was it.

"Thank you Doctor, for this, for taking such good care of him. But I have a request. Could you give me just a few moments of alone time with my father? Just a few moments. Please?" please say yes. Please say yes. PLEASE say yes

"Of course Edward. I'll be back soon just to do a few more tests. Goodbye." YES!

"Hello father. Do you know who I am?" Does it really matter anyway if he knows who I am? We will be together soon any way.

"Edward?" He sounded awful! Crackled and broken. It's a good thing he would be gone soon. Put him out of his misery.

"Yes. It's me. How do you feel?"

"How do you think I feel?" well at least he could be funny on his death bed. The phrase "laugh in the face of death" comes to mind.

"Edward, I want you to do something for me. Make sure you take care of your sisters for me. Okay? I want you to have the house and raise your family there, and I want you to..." and just like that he was gone. It was then that I realized I was holding him in my arms, it was then that I realized that I was crying, but it was later that I realized, that it was then that I already had the Spanish Influenza. It was then I began to die.( I almost stopped here)

Carlisle came back but he didn't interrupt. For that I was glad. I needed to make sure I got sick. Then suddenly I collapsed. Right there holding my dead father. I knew that Carlisle started shaking me. I knew that he called in other doctors. I knew that I was laid beside my mother to die. I knew it. But I didn't feel it.

It was three days later that I heard my mother speak for the first time in so long. At the time, what she said was a mystery to me. But that night, I felt myself being carried away so fast that I was sure I was flying. It was so fast, I was sure I was dead. but then I felt pain. So much pain. I was being cut. My wrists, my ankles. So much pain, and then I was burning, everywhere. Was I in hell? What had I done wrong? It felt like the pain was going on forever. I screamed. I screamed a lot. But every time I heard a voice. A soothing, comforting voice. A voice familiar, but one that I couldn't place. And then the pain was gone.

Ok. I'm thinking about changing the name to just Edward and I will from now on, have names for all of the chapters ok? Make sure you review! The more you review, the more I write. It just works that way ok? Oh I almost forgot, the next chapter is Edward's first experience as a vampire. So... REVIEW!