I know this is a little different from the stories I usually write, but I was feeling a little dark at the moment. It's a story of pain and suffering, all in Bella's point of view. I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think.

As well, listening to Bring me to Life or Taking Over Me by Evanescence sets the mood.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.


I always thought that to die for love was pathetic. Who knew that I would eventually be a part of it?

Love, the silliness of it all. In the end, it's nothing but heartbreak and pain, a silly waste of time.

But I understand the feeling of it, to be alone in this world, abandoned and full of despair.

How could I let one man control my life? How could I let one measly, ridiculous man have such powerful control over me that it was so hard to break free?


It was because I love him.

I love that wonderful, handsome man. His sweet kindness and beauty would always mesmerize me, possess me.

But his beautiful voice won't leave me, swirling in my mind constantly and constantly. It's overcome me, drove me to the point of insanity.

My bare feet hit the stony ground as the wind rushes through my hair.

The sounds of waves fill my ears and I stand atop the rocky edge.

I can't take it anymore, this hold he has on me, but no matter what, I still love him.

I want to spread my wings and fly, and fly I shall. My arms outstretched, eyes closed, and feet balancing precariously on the edge, this was it.

If death is what it takes to be with him, then death I will choose.

It has always been til death do us part. He's held up his end of the bargain already, and now it is my turn.

At last, sweet freedom.

I have redemption.