esme cullen

Was i finally dead? Heaven wasnt sopposed to feel this way. i could feel the pain through my body to my head. i tried opening my eyes a little, bad idea, the blood was everywhere. my head was throbbing my body aching. i suddenly felt to sleppy to think, i closed my eyes and waited. To die? to live? to feel the pain? whatever it was, hopefully i could take it. Suddenly there were some hands on me I could hear someone gasping, and someone yelling to help them carry me. I was lifted, but then the person carring me dropped me, i was to heavy, my head hit on a rock. my eyes went black and i could no longer see, hear, یا feel. I was sure i was finally dead. Heaven was a small wait away.

Which was the quickest way to end my depressing life? I thought over as i carried my body up the ہل, لندن that would led to my small home. Posin? That maybe an opption but i wanted it fast, the quicker the faster i would get to him. The image of his face came back to my head. How i loved him. I wouldve done anything to save him. Anything. But that was over now. The tears came back. I couldnt take it anymore! i ran out of my house and countinued running, not knowing where i would stop. It didnt matter, maybe i could run myself to death!
Finally after about an گھنٹہ i stopped. In front of me was a cliff. This was the path faith had givin me. This was my death. Without thinking i started running again. A little faster each time untill i made it to the edge. The i put my hand over my دل and let go. I went down down and down untill i could feel no more. The pain was finally gone.