I was asked about an alternative ending, in one of the reviews, so I thought I'd give it a try. Tell me what you think, eh?

Pain. The pain was a release, despite the heart-stopping anxiety. It helped to clear my head.

Other people coped with loss by turning to drugs, or alcohol; Self-harming was my illegal substance. But was it more or less dangerous? I didn't know, and to be honest, I didn't really care.

I laughed quietly to myself as I forced the knife across my arms, slicing the skin. The blood fell freely now, but I felt none of the nausea that I had suffered from for so long.

No, I was past that, now. Way past it.

I was beyond caring, now. I lifted the knife, tears coursing down my cheeks. I was too far gone, it was too late. Charlie would cope. Renee would get over it.

Edward would not care.

I could think his name, now. Now that the end was in sight. It didn't matter. Soon, there would be no more pain. At least, I hoped not.

With barely a hesitation, I plunged the kitchen knife into my chest, whispering the words that had tormented me for so long.

Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare. Act 5, Scene 3. I could read the words as if they were right in front of me.

Snatching ROMEO's dagger

This is thy sheath;

Stabs herself

There rust, and let me die!

Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies.


Her lover arrived just in time to catch her lifeless form as it fell to the floor. His broken sobs echoed through the street, disturbing dreams, creating nightmares.

The cries of a suicidal vampire.