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...The Death

Summary:
Should i do it....should i jump?What life is there for me, what love, no, no life....only death. Esme's life is over, or so she thinks. When she jumps off the cliff a whole new life begins for her, a whole new life she would never have imagined possible.


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1. The End

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I closed my eyes and breathed in the salty air coming off of the ocean. A chill winter wind brushed back my hair and whiped my cheeks turning them red with cold. My long white gown trails behind me. When I think of it now, I bet Carlisle would think I looked beautiful but then there were only three words repeating over and over in my mind.

He is dead.

He is dead.

He is dead.

I knew now that I could not live without my baby boy, soft and breakable in my slender yet welcoming arms. He was the only thing holding me to this world and all of its pain. The smell that came off of him was so fresh and full of young life. He was my love, my hope, my one comfort in a life full of darkness. Yet he, so small, was taken from me, never to return. I looked one last time into the setting sun so warm and bright, just the opposite from me. A single tear fell from my eye as I looked at the last time upon this world which had been so cruel to me. So very cruel, and just when it seemed like it would finally be better, that small joy was taken from me. But why was I waiting!?! I had made up my mind long ago. My light had gone out. There was no point in living any more. Yet I could still not do it!! The waves beating on the rocks below were like a warning to me, Warning me not to jump, not to die. I once again tried to clear my mind of the thought of life, but still the same three words filled my thought, refusing to leave.

He is dead.

He is dead.

He is dead.

Why would I not just jump! They would most likely come looking for me soon. This was my last chance. It was like there was one last thread gluing my feet to this cliff. I would not let that one small thread stop me. My life was over! There was no place for me in this rapidly growing world.

It was growing dark. As each minute ticked by I risked myself being caught and brought home to my dark gloomy home. Everyone would be displeased. I took one more look at the crashing rocks below, closed my eyes, and jumped.

The wind whipped past me. I shouted out in delight! No more endless knitting, embroidery, or criticism from my parents and husband. The air felt wonderful till suddenly I realized I was no longer falling. I heard a loud CRACK but nothing happened. Then suddenly I screamed in pain.

This could not be heaven but what had I done to deserve the other way around? The fall hadn’t killed me! I was still alive. Pain seared through my entire body like fire. My image started going black, like someone was drowning me. I vaguely heard shouts and saw what looked like people on top of the cliff. I hadn’t realized it was so high up. I looked up one last time, and then drowned into black nothingness.