Your name is one that I never wanted to hear throughout the rest of my existence.
YOU are the reason I am here,
The reason I am broken.
My name is Bella Swan.
and fourteen hours have passed since my world was split in two.
Do you have any idea what you did to me?
You broke me, everything about me.
You said you would take my soul if you changed me,
But when you left, it was shattered anyway.
Never to be revived.
My spirit was ripped from my body;
Your words cut me like a thousand knives Piercing my not-quite-numb heart.
The stabbing doesn't stop.
I will be sure that you will remember me.
I set the letter on the coffee table in the living room of the Cullen house. I then surveyed my surroundings, taking one last look at the place that used to be my second home. It held so many memories, many of them too painful to think about. As the piercing began to return, my mind returned to the task at hand. I grabbed my duffel bag and headed upstairs to Edward's bedroom.
Once I was in Edward's room, I smiled. I began to unpack my duffel bag, laying my supplies on Edward's bed. I had a small plastic bowl, a large butcher knife, and a quart jar filled with a red liquid, smelling faintly of rust and salt. I poured the contents of the jar into the plastic bowl, reveling in the smell of my own blood. I stuck my hand in the bowl and began my work.
An hour or so passed, and then I was done. I stood back and admired my work. It was gruesome and cruel, everything I had hoped it would be. I had proceeded to paint the walls in a medley of words directed at Edward: You hurt me, Edward. You will pay. You got what you wanted, here is my soul. I was shattered when you left, and now it's my turn.
I began laughing as I thought of Edward's reaction to my limp body laying on his bed, my words staining his walls as well as his heart. I eagerly lay myself down on the bed, and I laughed even more as I plunged the butcher knife into the numb hole where my heart was hidden, deep and unable to feel.