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Red dots appeared around my sight as he squeezed. Still holding my neck, he pulled one arm away and slapped me.

Then he pulled me close.

"I wouldn't be hurting you right now if you hadn't told him, would I? This is all your fault. It is your fault why you are getting hurt, and it is your fault why I'm killing him."

I closed my eyes. Charlie was right. It's my fault.

Then something registered. He said he was going to kill Edward.

No.

Not again.

I felt an anger, one so strong that I didn't even know I had in me, rise up and fill my heart, clear my head, and strengthen me. It felt like the ultimate cut, slicing open the part of my heart that always held my anger for him, and what he'd done to the people around me. I would not go out without a fight now. I brought my leg back and kneed him in the gut as hard as I could. I heard his gasp of pain, and his hands on my neck slackened. I swiftly pried them off, and pulled my arm back and punched him in the face. He went stumbling backwards, and into the coat rack. I followed, my adrenaline flowing freely now.

I slapped him as hard I could, and was pleased with myself as I saw the bruise forming.

But he was smiling at me.

Why?

My eyes flashed down to his hand just as I heard the resounding boom and felt something ripping into my leg. Screaming, I doubled over as Charlie stood over me, holding his police certified sharpshooter, smirking with pleasure as he witnessed my pain.

Then he bent over. "I'll deal with you when I get home."

He then kicked my wound, and left.

My scream must have reached the stratosphere.

Even with a hurt leg, I still attempted to stop him, grabbing at his leg and hoping he would trip. But he just kept walking, and my arms groped at the air.

He slammed the door behind him, and I heard him start the car, and drive away.

I had failed to stop him. He was going to kill the only people I cared about, and it was all my fault.

Everything that happens is always my fault. Every time I lose someone important to me is because of something stupid that I did.

And they had to pay for it.

I don't think that I'll be able to survive after this time.

Life wouldn't be able to be worth living anymore, knowing that every time I got close to someone that they would get taken away.

I sat there, hugging my leg and laying on the floor as I had silent, tearless sobs.

Then the answer came to me.

I sat up gingerly and reached over to my bag, wincing as my leg shifted slightly. It was discarded a few feet away from me, and I pulled out my knife, stuffed hastily inside.

Looking at it, I figured that this choice really was logical.

I mean, I could see my mom, and Edward, and I wouldn't ever be beaten again. The thought of dying was strangely comforting. I could finally be with all of the people I loved.

And, yes, I finally admitted to myself that I loved Edward. He had saved me from Charlie, and had made my life slightly better, even for such a short amount of time.

I looked around the room one last time, taking in everything, the blood pooled around my leg, the yellow cabinets, the overturned kitchen table, and the gray light filtering in softly through the windows. I wished that I could've had time to see the world.......... all I ever knew was the raininess of Forks.

It was a shame, but I could go to a better place now.

My hands shaking, I raised the knife to my neck, preparing to give myself that final, fatal cut that would put me in the ultimate high.

Just as the tip of the blade began pressing down on my skin, I heard someone behind me.

"Bella?"

Then, suddenly close, a pale hand knocked my knife onto the floor, where it slid into the wall.

I looked up to see Edward looking down at me in shock.

"Why were you trying to stab yourself?" Then he saw my leg. A small, horrified noise came from him. "He shot you."

I made no attempt to move as he rushed over to kneel in front of it. I was too relieved, to happy that Charlie hadn't gotten to him yet. The pain in my leg began to cloud my head again; there was no adrenaline left to fight it off. I gritted my teeth, hissing slightly.

His hands moved with a doctor's precision as they examined my leg. He took his jacket and tore a long strip out, then wrapped it tightly around my thigh just above the wound. My teeth ground as I attempted not to pass out. I felt him swing me lightly into his arms, and begin walking. My leg swung around, and I almost cried out.

"I'm sorry, Bella, honey. I know it hurts, but I need to get you to Carlisle. Please try to stay awake."

I nodded weakly, my mind barely registering what he had just said.

Then we began to fly.

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