Bella POV

I don't know why I did it. Why I came back here of all places. There was nothing for me here. There was no one here. Yet this place brought me peace. It was a fitting place for the end. The house where I felt truly alive would be the house I die in.

I stood outside of the house that brought back so many memories, both good and bad. The overgrown weeds were the only sign that the family that used to live here was actually gone. The rest of the house looked the same as it had on my birthday.

I made my way through the abandoned house. Despite being vacant for months there wasn't much dust on the furniture as one would expect. It looked exactly as it had on my birthday. The only difference was the glass from the table had been cleaned up along with all the blood, my blood.

The path to his room was familiar, something I had done so many times all those months ago. The many caps from different high schools still hung on the wall. A private joke that only I would understand. There were no pictures on the wall, no sign of life.

When I got to his room I hesitated. This was it. This is where I was going to do it. That way if they ever came back he would forever remember what he did to me and the pain he caused. They would be in pain as their throats burned from the scent of my blood.

I pulled the blade out of my pocket. It belonged to Charlie. I took it from his toolbox more than a month ago. The many cuts on my arms had helped ease the pain of losing my soulmate. But it came to the point where the cuts were no longer working. I needed more.

After taking a deep breath I pushed open the door to his room. Tears fell as I walked into the room. It smelled like him, like the forest. I wasn't prepared. It was still as intoxicating now as it had been when he was here.

Everything in the room was exactly the same as I remembered. It was as if he didn't pack, or even come to his room, before they left. Maybe he didn't. It didn't matter anymore.

I sat on the expensive leather couch. I had thought about this moment for a few weeks now. I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't go on pretending everything was okay. Pretending everyday wasn't a battle for me to get out of bed. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to live anymore, not even for Charlie.

I picked this location for one simple reason. If they ever came back to Forks, I wanted them to be forever haunted by my death. It was what they deserved after they abandoned me and made me feel like I was worthless.

The familiar smell of metallic filled my scenes as I dragged the blade down my arm. I stared at the cut, watching the blood flow from the wound. It was deep enough for me to bleed out, at least that was my hope. If not I would do it again and again until I got it right.

I watched the blood drip on the couch and on the floor. I smiled. Everything was going according to plan. I closed my eyes and waited for death to come.

"Tanya, do something," a musical voice said. It was definitely a female but not a voice I recognized.

I groaned as I slowly regained consciousness. I was aware of my surroundings, sort of. I wasn't able to open my eyes. Was I dead? I wasn't sure. I didn't even know how much time had passed.

There was no way that this was Heaven. He would be here if it was, not a voice I didn't recognize.

"We have to change her," another female voice said.

"N-n-no," I stuttered out. The last thing I wanted was to become a vampire. To forever be stuck in my pain. To never die, when right now that is what I wanted the most.

Tears fell from my cheeks as I realized my attempt had failed. I was still alive. There was no regret for my decision to end my life, like people usually felt when they attempted and failed to commit suicide. No, there was no regret, only pain and anger that I failed.

"Change her," the same female insisted.

"No," a third female said firmly. "She doesn't want to be changed and I won't force it on her. Carmen, find a first aid kit."

I felt cold, firm pressure on my forearm. She was trying to stop the bleeding. "Please… l-let me d-die," I choke out. She adjusted her position so my head was in her lap, one hand still pressed on the wound.

"I'm sorry Miláčik," the woman said, running her free hand through my hair. I didn't recognize the language that she spoke. "I cannot let you die. But I also cannot change you, not right now."

"Here Tanya," a man said. I felt something warm and soft cover my freezing cold body. A blanket I realized.

The other woman must have returned as I heard Tanya digging through what I assumed was a first aid kit. "Someone get me thread and a needle," she requested tossing the kit aside. I guess it didn't have what she wanted.

"You're going to stitch her up yourself," the first woman exclaimed.

"Yes Kate, I am," Tanya said. "Now you can either hold the skin together so I can work or get out."

The woman muttered something under her breath that I didn't catch. I didn't hear any footsteps so I assumed this Kate person was the one now holding the wound on my arm together. "Sorry Bella, this will hurt," Tanya said sadly. I didn't have time to ponder how she knew my name.

I didn't flinch when I felt the needle dig into my skin. A year ago I would have passed out at the thought of getting stitches. Now it didn't bother me in the slightest.

The room was silent as Tanya stitched my arm back together. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my own breathing. A sound that frustrated me. I wasn't supposed to be breathing. I had planned for everything, except a vampire finding me.

"All done," Tanya announced.

I felt a cool hand on my forehead. "Can you open your eyes Bella?" Kate asked.

I opened my eyes a little but the light was a lot brighter than I remembered. "The light," I mumbled. It was much too bright. I didn't even remember turning the light on.

"Irina get the light," a male voice called.

The light dimmed and I opened my eyes.