Everything seemed to go smoothly for the rest of the week, I still wasn't going to school, but it was ok, Jasper had a lot of books. One good event though, was helping Esme with her garden.

We were outside on a rare sunny day, Jasper was out hunting with Carlisle, and I didn't know what the others were doing, but I was out with Esme, sparkles and all. She woke me up that morning with bunches of fall flowers.

"Come outside, I want to show you something." She said excitedly. Who was I to refuse?

She led me outside to see winter pansies, forget me not, and chrysanthemums covering the porch.

She handed me a little shovel and said

"Carlisle gave the go ahead."

So we started, the flower bed was pretty big, maybe a ¼ of a football field, and it was already prepped, all we had to do was plant the flowers.

"So how big were your grandmother's beds?" she asked.

"Um, pretty big, maybe the size of football fields, I was little, so everything seemed smaller, they were old cotton fields, no good for any crop anymore, so after granddaddy died, she planted flowers." I said.

It was a little chit-chat about flowers, like how to care for them, what's the best light, just little things like that. Then she dropped this bombshell on me.

"I haven't planted a garden since before I was married to Charles." She said dreamily.

I looked at her puzzled.

"OH, I'm sorry, I thought you knew." she apologized "Charles was my husband," she continued still working, and not looking at me "He was a semi- good man, when he wasn't drunk, I was pregnant with his baby, a little boy. I ran, trying to save the baby from the life I was living. I had the baby, and four days later the poor thing passed, a lung infection. This was before all of the sanitizing, and antibiotics and things like that then. I was crushed, so I went to a ravine and jumped. Carlisle found me in the morgue, still barley alive."

"Wow." I gapped totally amazed.

"I know, but it's really not how you got here, it's the reason that you're here. That is what really matters." She said.

We worked for most of the day, but we were done, and I was still thinking about what Esme said. I'm still thinking about it now, even though it's been nearly a week, and I have to go to school tomorrow, so that means going home. I'll still be over to the Cullen's often, I suppose. So there was no real need to say goodbye. But there was still one.

"Goodbye, everyone!" I said.

They all coursed goodbyes too, and Esme hugged me.

Jasper lead me outside to where my car was parked, and climbed in. He drove me the half-mile to my house, as we travel up the driveway I see mom's car where it's always parked; she's home.

"Wait." I said as Jasper made a move to get out of the car. "She doesn't know about you yet, I'm not sure how she'll react." I said.

I've never been gone this long, and then towing a boy into the house has to have some horrid outcome.

Jasper just nodded his head, and kissed my forehead, and I climbed out of the car.

"I'm leaving, I'll be at the Hole at sundown." He said.

"I'll be there." I gave him the assurance. I walked and got my bag out of the trunk, when I walked around, he was gone.

I walked up to my front door, it was un-locked. She's home.

I stepped into the foyer and dropped my bag.

"Mom, I'm here." I called.

"I'm in the kitchen." She answered.

This is good. She's conscious. Maybe she might be a little better.

I knew that I was wrong when I saw her eyes.

They were the eyes of a crazed woman, a woman out for blood, for life; a woman out for the kill.

"Where were you." She whispered in a menacing voice.

"I…ugh…I" I couldn't speak.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S IT'S LIKE TO OPEN OLD WOUNDS?!" She screamed. "WELL, IM GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE!"

She picked up the knife on the counter and grabbed my arm so quickly that I couldn't get away. She brought the knife up to the begging of my wrist and pressed down with force, dragging it along the one of scars that covers my arm. It ripped open, and the blood poured out down my arm.

When she brought the knife up to start on a new line, I jerked my arm away and ran. I ran to the only place I knew as a heaven; The Hole.

When I was running, I noticed that it was still bleeding profusely, even though I was clutching it to my shirt. I peeled it away saw why.

She cut the vein.

Oh, my God. I'm going to die.

I ran even faster then, I don't know if it was the adrenaline rush, or just the last of my will, but I made it to the Hole, where I collapsed.

Oh, my God. I'm really going to die.

Death is somewhat peaceful, kinda like going to sleep. Except you have a sense of impending doom that's settled in your stomach. I really didn't know what to do, so I thought.

I thought about Jasper. The first time I saw him, the first time he talked, our first kiss.

I thought about Esme, how kind, and caring she's been to me.

I thought about my grandmother, how I wish she was still alive now.

I thought about my own little family, how much potential we once had.

I thought about the rest of the Cullens, what great friendships could have lied there.

I thought about Abby, how she was my best friend, my twin, my sister.

I thought about how I haven't had a vision in a week. I guess that I can't even predict death.

I thought, and thought, and waited for death.

And believe me kids when I say that death isn't the glamorized thing that they show in the movies.

It's dark…very dark.

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