I'd given a lot of thought to how I would die. I felt I had no reason to live. I couldn't imagine my life suddenly becoming worthy of being alive.

I shook in anticipation while staring at the back of his head. He would finally give me what I wanted. Death.

We each stood in the same spot as we did the night I saw him kill Victoria. I never wanted to be in someone else's shoes as severely as I did that night.

I told myself the cold air caused the hair on the back of my hair to stand. I could only hear my heartbeat and the crunching leaves under my shoes.

My dreams were beyond my reach. I knew this was the only way to escape Forks. My parents. My school.

His head turned to face me. His grin was unrecognizable. I instinctively took a step back.