I fell down in a creek bed.
Brother wept.
In his face I met fear;
that I could die right there.
Now I've grown bold and lonely,
I should have stayed with dear brother
at home,
We grew up old.

Brother- Manchester Orchestra (annuals cover)

"Six years ago, seventeen year old Edward Cullen went missing in Port Angles. Police believe he's of a dozen kids to go missing in the same area. A new task force is being initiated to look into these disappearances in connection to underground trafficking. In weather today it's going to be a high of..."

I turned the T.V off.
I hated the news.
Their fake way of caring… but they didn't care. They could care less about some kid who disappeared six years ago. Everyone has seemed to move on or forgotten about it. Edward is just a name on a list of many. Oh God... that day. I would give anything to change the outcome of that day. It wasn't bad enough that Edward disappeared, but Rosalie finally went into labour. I was late arriving to the hospital, and by the time I got there, it was too late. She had given birth. Fuck, God must really hate me. Our son wasn't breathing on his own. They took him right away for emergency surgery to repair damage to his lungs and heart. He was only four hours old when he died. I broke... I couldn't take it anymore. My whole family had fallen apart and there was nothing I could do. I don't know how Rosalie managed to keep it together, but she did. She was my rock throughout it all, but there's only so much one can take. About six months after his disappearance and our son's death, it became apparent that I was not right. I began to drink constantly, and ended up in the back of a cop car far too often. Most of the officers knew who I was and what had happened, but even with them there's a limit to how much harassment they can take from a drunk, pissed off, loved one.

I didn't even know what day it was or where I was, I just knew I was pissed at the police for not finding him. I was walking down the street from the bar and saw a squad car parked outside a coffee shop. Two officers were leaving the shop and I ran towards them.

"Hey you, you fucking pigs! Why don't you do youuur fucking job!"

They both stopped and looked at me. One continued to the car and the other sighed and gave me a pitying look.

"Emmett, You're drunk again, we've been through this. We're doing all we can. Let us take you home, okay?"

I got up in his face and spat.

"Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU!"

I started kicking at the car and punching at anything I could get my hands on. My body was then jerked violently towards the ground.

I woke up inside a jail cell with a splitting headache, but I still felt the same.

Rosalie came and picked me up.
Her face, she looked so heartbroken.
I had let her down.
It was no wonder she left me…
I had let them all down
I had let Edward down.