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Bella's point of view

I want to die!

The pain! Oh, the agony. I could see nothing, feeling nothing except pain. Yet, at the same time, the pain was ebbing. Was I close to death already, or was I coming back?

Hanging on the edge, I heard footsteps. They come rushing in. A voice spoke to me, yet I had no idea what the voice was saying.

Then I heard it. That sweet voice that was broken with pain. Even this close to death, I could hear him; understand him. The voice was like music to my ears. All of a sudden, my actions felt incredible stupid.

I tried to move my hand – to touch him, tell him that I loved him - but it wouldn't move. I sobbed to myself; my mouth wasn't responding either. I wanted to come back. I wanted Edward. I wanted Alice, my father, Carlisle, Esme, Emmet, Jacob, Rosalie. I wanted breath, I wanted movement, I wanted everything that was associated with life.

I realized that my suicide was stupid; life was too short to pass up. Even if Edward didn't love me, I still knew that living was better than dying. I would have died eventually but my life would have been full of experiences that I would cherish, even if I didn't have my angel beside me.

My God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation

The voices I had heard faintly had stopped. I realized that I had been talking as if I was already dead. Finally, the darkness told me that death was right beyond my sight, and a single second or two was all I had left.

Stupidly I remembered that I hadn't told anyone goodbye. My thoughts were idiotic; it wasn't like I could do anything about it now.

Now the memories came. My mother and I playing a board game when I was young. The first time I came to Forks. The time I had just learned how to drive and I crashed into a mailbox. Phil and Renee smiled up at me frozen in a picture taken on their honeymoon. The caption underneath said "To Bella, My – Our dearest daughter" I had lost all forms of emotion or else I would have felt immense sorrow. That's what dying did to you; feeling felt you until all that was left was a small voice speaking in your mind.

The smallest spark that was left in me pulsed, and I heard his voice echo in my head. My mind and body were spit. My mind heard life calling me and I wanted to go towards it; dying had lost all its appeal to me now, yet my body was obviously not getting my mind's memo; it still went on bleeding, killing me swiftly, yet slow enough for me to contemplate my life.

My wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will I be denied Christ
tourniquet

Carlisle's POV

She was ebbing. The blood was slowing, though I knew it wasn't because of the tourniquet I had put on. It was because there was little blood left to bleed. I wept inside, not wanting to let Edward know quite yet. He was slumped on the floor, tears that I couldn't see filling his eyes.

The time passed quickly Alice had left, though I didn't think it was from the amount of blood. Esme was leaning on the counter, limp. There was nothing in her to hold her petite frame up anymore.

My hands were shaking, knowing how close death hovered in the kitchen. Edward had Bella's hand in his, and he immediately felt the change in her very, very, slight pulse. He picked his head up in silent question.

I nodded.

My suicide

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