Just letting you guys know, I'm perfectly happy. Not suicidal, just morbid at times. This story shows zippo amounts of my feelings.

Prologue

This is it. I thought causally. I was actually going to do it. I'd had enough of this, of everything. I clutched the knife in one hand, running my fingers across the edge with the other. I could just kill him...No! He'd just haunt me, night and day. Like he does now. Only worse, so much worse,

I reread the note I'd left, making sure my intentions were understood.

"Dear Charlie,

I'm sure you've found me now. Well, obviously if you are reading this note. This is just to say, I'll miss you. Truly. I don't give a shit where I'm going. I'll still miss you to death (No pun intended). I understand if you hate me for this. But can you do one little thing for your daughter? Get him. I would do it myself, but there's no way I could do it. Either way, everything is going to end like this. He is just too powerful. I can't give too much away, just know: You were right about him.

Love,
Isabella Marie Swan

P. S. Show this to no one."

I hoped Charlie would understand from my note and what I wanted him to do. Taking a deep breath, I held the dagger above my head. I said my final words, sure to inspire many; "Goodbye, ass-hat. See you in Hell, Mike.". I plunged the blade straight into my chest. The worst pain imaginable, my end was near, everything was so dark...Losing consciousness...pain worsening. Then nothing. Total darkness.

A/N Okay, that was just the prologue. Don't worry, the actual chapters will be longer. By the way, I hate making Mike the bad guy. I really do like him, it's just...he's the only person that was believable for being...you know. I mean, having an abusive Tyler, Eric or especially Emmett or Jasper just wouldn't work. Like it, love it, delete it?