A/N: NEW STORY the summary will be in my profile as soon as i write it but i hope you like it!

CPOV

I have been playing the guitar since I was six. Since the day I first found out that I would die in about fourteen years. I am now 16 with only four more years to go. Little did I know, and little did the doctors inform me that I would surely die at twenty yes, but in the last four years of my life, I would be slowly be loosing the two most important things in my pathetic excuse for an existence; My hands, and Bella.

So now here I was sitting on the beach with my guitar looking out into the night, listening to the waves crash against the rocks, collecting myself and urging myself to stand and walk out into the ocean to rest for all eternity.

I had nothing to live for now anyways, I couldn't play guitar anymore; the disease had taken over the nerves in my left hand, soon it would be my right, and then my legs, then soon I wouldn't be able to sing, I will live in a hospital bed like a vegetable and have to spell out words by pointing to a board with the alphabet on it just to do something as simple as tell the nurse that I needed a new IV or something. My twin sister Bella would visit me everyday, but I would know where she really wanted to be, out with Edward, her boyfriend.

Now don't get me wrong, my sister deserves love more then anything. I'm just glad she found it before I was dead and gone, then she wouldn't miss me as much and would be able to move on.

I had never been afraid of death; Even now as I sit on the beach looking at the water that I would soon be drowning in, I wasn't afraid, well I was a little, but I knew I wanted to do this.

The tide was high now, and the waves were crashing violently like they were angry. It was now, or never.

I stepped out into the ocean; the cold water caressing my ankles. I felt a few traitor tears rolled down my face but I wiped them away quickly. With my guitar in hand, I kept walking out into the water until I was on my toes to keep from going under.

"Bella, Ch- Dad, I'm sorry." I muttered as I pushed my self out a little further to where the undertow was waiting for me.

BPOV

I lay with my head on Edward's lap in the Cullen's living room. A movie was playing but we weren't watching it. We were watching Alice sitting by Jasper on the love seat. She was having a vision, and from the twist in her face it wasn't a good one.

We waited in silence for her to come out of it. I could feel Edward tense so I knew it would be soon.

"Bella, c-can Cory swim?" Alice asked her voice quavering as she opened her eyes.

"No, she's terrified of water." I sat up quickly "She wouldn't," I started but before I knew it I was on Edward's back flying through the forest.

I let my tears roll silently down my face and onto the crook of Edwards's neck. How the hell could I think Cory would have been okay? Music was everything to my sister, and since three days ago she hadn't been able to play.

I had asked her to play a song for me and she did, but her chords got sloppy because she wasn't holding down the strings hard enough.

"Cory?" I asked her, she looked up at me, her eyes furious telling me to be quiet. She kept strumming the same chord over and over again but it never rang true. I got up and pulled the guitar away from my sister and pulled her into a hug. She cried, for the first time since she was six years old that night. Three nights ago when she started to loose her left hand.

After we went to the doctor to confirm it, she kept saying that she was fine. Depressed but fine. I wasn't going to go to Edward's tonight but she said that she had plans and that I should go and enjoy my self.

We reached the beach and Edward slid me off his back. I ran forward looking out into the ocean I could see her guitar off in the far distance floating on top of the water.

"CORY!" I screamed as I ran to the beach. After a few steps I saw her lying on the beach, dripping wet with an equally dripping wet being on top of her. She lay motionless as the boy placed his mouth on hers and then did compressions on her chest.

The moon was glistening off of his pale skin. His messy dark hair was dripping and his clothes clung to his very toned body. He was magnificently beautiful; probably just as beautiful as Edward. He just had to be a vampire, which would explain the snarl that erupted from my boyfriend's throat as he ran forward to attack.

I ran after them but when I got close Alice held me back. That's when I noticed that the boy whom Edward was fighting, his eyes were ruby red.