Elizabeth

It's been two months. Two months of crying. Two months of being bullied. Two months of pain, added pain. One and a half months since I've eaten or hunted. Two months since I've slept well. Two months since Jasper has hated me.

Two months since I've felt so alone.

I have been getting so. . . .different. My powers have been going lower. As has my speed. I'm changing, I'm getting more weak. I'm getting more vulnerable. I don't know how this has happened, nor do I really care to wonder, for I have far to many things on my mind currently. Like how to hide what has been happening.

I sighed closing my book and setting it down before I stood up and changed into my uniform. I put on my white shirt with a collar, my back tights with a skirt, my back shoes, my black blazer, and looked at my hair. I shook my head after awhile and walked downstairs once I brushed my hair and did my business in the restroom.

When I walked in Edward smiled at me, he has always been there for me. At least for now he has. He smiled at me and kissed my cheek when I walked up to him. "Morning, love. Did you sleep well?" he questioned wrapping me in a hug.

"Good morning, and I did, thank you." I answer. He led me to the kitchen and I saw Esme and Carlisle. Carlisle smiled at me softly as he saw me, "Morning, Esme and Carlisle."

I say as I sat down sitting down on the chair, as Esme brought me breakfast to me. "Morning dear." Esme said as she hugged me and kissed my cheek.

I smiled and heard someone laugh loudly, "Chill, bro, it was a joke." Emmett said running in.

Jasper followed and glared harshly at him, "I don't care, she's a bītçh. She will always be a puta." he sneered as he looked at me.

I heard gasps, and I stood up walking upstairs, not in the mood. I never am. It seems that all that can come to me is pain. I looked at the necklaces that were given to me. I had arranged a wooden thing-almost like the ones people put their photos on, only it was in a heart shape-and hung the necklaces in there.

Including the one Edward gave me. I stood up and walked to all of them. I looked at all the crosses I had, the one's I had made. . .all of them. I stroked the one that mattered the most to me though. It was one I planned to give to Carlisle, just as I am making others for the other's as well.

I took the one's I had already made, and hid them safely as a knock sounded on the door. I walked forward and saw Edward. He hugged me wiping away my tears,"Do you want to go to school, Eliza? You don't have to, if you don't. "

I sighed nodding, "No, I'll go, let me get my bag." I turned from him, and got my bag before turning and beginning to walk away, Edward wrapping his arm around my waist and we walked downstairs, everyone already gone.

He helped me in the Volvo, and he closed the door behind me and got in on the other side. "Come on, beautiful." he said as he held his hand out in front of me.

I frowned realizing I had been zoned out the whole ride. Me and Edward both walked inside and walked to our first period. When the teacher came in she smiled, "Okay class! This Valentine's there will be a dance! Exciting is it not? This will also help raise money for the prom, here is the facts, please pass this back."

Ms. McWhorter handed out the slips and people began passing it back, "Alright, seeing as it seems no one will listen, anyways, I will allow everyone to chill today."

People cheered and Edward handed me the paper. I looked at it and smiled. I couldn't wait. "Do you think Seth will take me?" I ask looking up at him, "Maybe Peter?"

He smiled, "I'm not sure, Beautiful. I really wish I was the one to take you. . .though I don't mind if being Peter. "

I nodded, taking out my iPhone, "I'm going to ask him."

Me: Hey, Peter! I was wondering hope you would feel about taking me to a dance on February 14?

I closed it and pulled out my sketch book, "Can I ask you something, Beautiful?" Edward asked all of a sudden.

I turned to him smiling, "Of course, Edward." I say holding his hand.

"You would tell me if something was wrong? Right?" he asks and I felt my body tense. Does he know? He couldn't. I kept it hidden for three months know.

"Of course, Edward. . .if I felt you should know, I would." I say, looking in his eyes.

He sighed nodding and brought out his own iPhone as if buzzed, I took my own out and frowned at the reply from Peter.

Peter: I'm sorry darlin', I can't. I am visitin' Char then. . . .Elizabeth, she and I ma get back together.

I ignored the pain and turned it off setting it down. I took my drawing and Edward smiled, "I'm sorry, baby. We'll see what happens, besides we aren't even sure if we will go."

I nodded smiling and closed my eyes as I rested on the table, the things was, I wanted to go. I wanted to go to at least one party, I wanted to see how it felt, why? Because I was not sure how long it would take, how long it would take until I went through with death.

So many people say I deserve it. Do I? Because sometimes. . . sometimes I feel like I am hanging on by a thread. 

That I am walking across some hills, by a thick rope, and am going to die soon. I am not even one-third of the way through. I, however, can not turn back. 

Can I?

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So, the last bit may suck, sorry. I hope you like it though, and I will try updating better.