Just for all my friends on this site, em and camille, this is about Edward and me, and also how I feel sometimes, (and I do still like him. Shhhhhh!)
My heart ached as my love drifted away; he no longer cares for me, but I do for him so dearly. Our hearts once beat together, but were broken by his lies and my hatred. He walked from me face plain, and eyes as gold as ever, full nothing.
I lay fanned on the ground, stomach facing the dee sky and back pressed against the cool soil,refreshing my burning body.
Giant trees surrounded me, shading me from the sparkling moonlight, and silk black sky. Winking stars spread their glory and howling wolves sang their song.
Tears escaped from my eyes, like raindrops against my window and a water fall in the forest. I felt so childish, crying out my pain, so I stopped and gazed at the night scene.
My pocket knife was know in my and and tearing through pale wrists' skin like there's no tomorrow; but that's 'cause isn't tomorrow, not for me at least.
I could care less if my life ended in five seconds, 'cause I knew that I couldn't go on like this; hearts broken forever, the doing of my love.
At this moment, my life had no more meaning that grain of sand upon millions in a bucket. My stomach hurt from the starvation that I went through; I thought that I wasn't good enough, and I was right; or so I thought.
I didn't think that he loved me for who I was. I knew that if I died this very night, he wouldn't care, but really, it turns out different.
My wrist bled furiously, but it wasn't enough; my body demanded for more.
Again with my knife, I slashed my arms and legs repeatedly; the pain that my actions brought felt promising, and my life as i knew it would soon end.
"My hearts was given to you but you didn't approve, so here on this cold night, I take it away from all, never to see it again. Never to beat again," I yelled with strength that I had left.
I didn't hesitate, and stabbed myself in my stomach, sending blood squirting out of my human body.
My feet went amazingly cold and hands went numb; the last thing that I heard was my love running towards me, knealing besides me, and pleading for me not to leave.
I was wrong to think that he didn't want me; he did. It's my fault, I'm the one to blame for being so blind and looking over my actions.
The feel of his hands on my face faded; his beautiful voice, so anxious, echoed through my tender body; his manly scent loomed in my hair and on my clothes, and the feeling of his lips against mine is being forgotten.
The forest around me drifted from my sight, and the knife in my limp hand was released from my grip.
Before I entered the heavens' stream, I realized that i've wasted a soul; my own. Before I left the home I knew so well and my loved ones, I reached for my neck and pulled off the necklace that hung there, and placed it in the hands of my lover, then entered the stream full of prancing angels and lullaby music.
When I entered the gates at heavens' entrance, the necklace in my loves' hands turned black, like the heart on its chain; like me when I was alive.
