A/N- There are no words to describe how sorry I am for not updating. (Gosh, something tells me I'm gonna get flamed for this chapter…) But just a note, this is the last chapter of the story. There may be a follow up chapter later with Bella mentioned and stuff like that but it'd be very short. I worked hard on this one, guys. I really hope you've enjoyed my time here as a Twilight author. This is my first Twilight story and I have enjoyed meeting you guys here in the fandom.

If you know me as an author, you know I can never press the "complete" button for a story. A story of mine is never complete, no story is because where there is an end, then comes another beginning…

So after you read this, you decide- should I come back to the Twilight fandom? Write another story?

Thank you all and please enjoy!

~Rainy

P.S.- Thank you for getting me over 100 reviews! That was COMPLETELY an unexpected surprise ^.^

Alec's POV

I knew what my sister was doing was wrong, but knowing Jane, she always got her way. If things didn't go Jane's way, well, let's just say it's like watching a two year old throw a temper tantrum, only about ten times worse. I had known from the start that Jane had something sinister in mind for the little girl; Trinity I believe was her name. I wanted to stand up for the little girl, for the future of her life hung in the balance of Jane and her powerful ability. I knew for a fact, that this wasn't going to end well.

Standing where Jane had left me, all I could do was stand in shock at the fact that Jane had just disappeared like that- no sympathy or anything. I felt the urge to do something, something that would help the cause. Trinity, from what I had heard, was a broken girl; leave it to Jane to completely destroy her. But yes, I had to do something, for if I didn't, there would be a lot of bad news on my behalf. I followed her, into the flat desolate barren land. She had to be stopped, for Trinity's sake.

Shadowed by the trees against the light of the crescent moon, I felt myself fade off into the night, my destination- save the little girl.

Alice's POV

It occurred to me then, sitting at her bedside, that everything had an end. Whether it was a game, a relationship, or life as whole, everything would end. As everyone or at least what most people know, you cannot stop the end. I was different. We, the Cullen's, were different. All vampires are different. We can't stop the end.

Yet, seeing Jacey helpless, shivering, lying on the bed, I knew that she was not completely changed. What had I done wrong?

It didn't take me long to notice that Carlisle was right behind me.

"You didn't do this to her, Alice." He said, his voice was plagued with worry. I turned to him.

"How do you know?" I said, my voice was heavy. Carlisle shook his head as he stepped closer, yet he stayed silent.

"Alice!" Another voice behind me shouted. Jasper. "Alice, what happened? Is she okay?" He stopped once he entered the room, wrapping his arms around me at the sight of her, still shaking uncontrollably. "Oh…"

I pierced my lips as I steadied my gaze on Jacey's face. It paled even more so then when she was conscious; her blond hair was now closer to white.

"Listen, Alice- we'll get through this." Jasper reassured me. I clenched my fists so hard on the bedside that I broke off part of the frame.

"No!" I shouted, my voice filled with anger and sadness. "I know the fate of Jacey, believe me Jasper! I've known it this whole time! She's gone! She's dead! She's… she's…" I sighed and let myself fall back into his arms.

"Alice, you know that your visions can be wrong sometimes, we all know they can. Jacey is strong." His voice cracked on the last word.

"But is she strong enough?" I whispered.

"You have to have hope, Alice…hope."

Jacey's POV

I didn't have the energy to fight anymore. I love Alice and Jazz and the others. I hate the people who tried to hurt me. Did any of that matter now?

The instinct feeling in me was to fight off the pain like I knew I could. Like nothing was actually hurting me, like it was all pretend. Believe me, at first I wanted to. As I tried, my body didn't try with me, like it was done with everything. I had been giving it my all my whole life, and right now I think I was pretty much tired of it. I wanted it to end.

It was then that I was flooded with glimpses of people that I had known… people that I had shared my life with. With each glimpse came a flood of emotion.

Goodbye Alice, thank you for everything. Goodbye Jazzy, I'll miss you so much! Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, thank you for letting me into your home, same goes for Jacob. Daddy… I hope I never see you again.

With that, I let my eyes close, knowing I would never open them again.

Alec's POV

I knew that from the moment I heard the shrieks stop that I had gotten there too late.

"No!" My mind whizzed in a million directions as I ran around, trying to find Jane.

"Jane!" Was all I could say as I jumped on over to her, her hand still thrust at the limp body that rested on the misty ground. I felt my face burn with anger towards Jane. "What have you done?" She smiled slyly. I felt the urge to slap her as she walked past me, briskly tapping me on the shoulder.

"I told you, I am always right." She said, her voice thin and confident at the same time.

This set me off. "You are a selfless, foolish little-"

"Alec!" Jane stopped me, mid-rant. "Shut up! It's over!" With that, she stormed off into the mist, and before long, she was gone. Silence.

I walked up to the limp body of Trinity. She was fading by the seconds. The blankness in her face was unbearable. Her eyes were closed under the swamp of hair that covered her battered face.

"I'm sorry…" My voice was weak as I spoke to the nonchalant body of the broken girl. "I… I tried." I felt little to no emotion or sadness for this girl considering I never met her, but I knew enough about her to care. I was more so angry at Jane but honestly, I wasn't surprised. She'd do anything just to stay on Aro's good side. Anyone would.

It was then that the vision of Trinity's body disappeared into the mortal world. It was just like that. First she was there, and then she was gone. Poof. (Note the sarcasm.)

Alice's POV

I never really noticed how bright the stars looked until now. After Jacey left, I needed time to think. So I decided to take a walk through the woods that night. I walked further than I had ever ventured before until I found a large clearing with a large rock that overlooked a small pond. If you listened hard enough, you could hear the soft song of a cricket's chirp.

I climbed up on the rock and just sat there, viewing the lake that was washed over by moonlight. I took a few minutes to close my eyes to think about the world around me. Then I got a short vision. Edward was right behind me.

"Edward?" I called behind me. Sure enough, a tall figure came out of the trees. He was in his jeans and leather jacket but his face was clearly filled with sympathy.

"Alice…" His voice trailed. I blinked.

"It…it's okay, really." I shrugged heavily. "Things happen…" I bit my lip as Edward came to sit next to me on the rock. At first we just sat there, silently staring at the starry sky. Edward was the first to break the long silence.

"You know," he started. "I may never make it to Heaven, but something tells me that Jacey is there, looking down at us."

I smiled. "Edward, I'd like to think your right." He returned my smile with a soft gaze.

"I know I'm right."

Jacob's POV

Ever since Jacey ran off, I've kind of been left in a confused state. Like that whole day was all a dream. Now that the stories kept popping up in the local paper, that day seems almost surreal now. It was like… oh, how do I put it? Like you've just met some unknown stranger, housed them, gave them food, and the next day, they were gone.

Now there was this new news. When I say new news, I mean big news. When you live in a small town where nothing exciting happens, things like child abuse cases almost always make front cover. Not that I'm saying there's a lot of them out here. Actually, to be honest with you, I've never seen anything like this.

I can count about two times there has been a reporter come up to my door. One of the times Billy has shooed them away, thinking they had the wrong house. (I haven't exactly told him yet…) The other time, I asked for my name to be anonymous in the paper.

Now today they were saying she was dead, as of yesterday. I swear, I come home from school and there's the headline- 9 Year Old Abused Girl; Found Dead. Then, in smaller lettering- Cause of Death, Undetermined.

"Oh crap."

Alice's POV

Her service was small and private. All of the doctors that helped her that day were there. All of us were there. Everyone wore a sad look on their faces, some shed a tear, but most of them barely ever met her.

I had asked for her casket to be closed out of respect. She was only around the age of nine, and letting people look at her pale face and battered body would be too much too soon.

The obituary was delivered by a minister later in the service. Her casket was covered in a pink linen sheet. Around it, her toys and stuffed animals I had given to her. The unread books, unopened games, all precious memories that would forever stay with me in her empty room.

After that part of the service, Edward stood at the piano and played the song he had written for her and played for me only a few days ago. I closed my eyes and listened silently through that part, letting the music flow over me.

Before it ended, we were asked to say a few words in remembrance of her. Carlisle stood at the podium first, his hands rested against the side of the wooden stand. He looked from the small audience to me before he started to speak. I held Jasper's hand through the whole speech.

"I didn't know Jacey for very long, but I know this. Jacey was too young to die. Somebody took this young, innocent soul and crushed it so hard…" He paused dramatically, pressing his lips together before he started again. "Jacey, from the moment you came into the hospital, to your last bed ridden moments, you were beautiful and you always will be. Just beautiful."

There was a small applause once he was done. After that, Edward stood up to the podium, looking handsome in his tuxedo but honest at the same time.

"Jacey was no average little girl. She was strong and eager and everything in between. Let her rest in peace." With that Edward gave a nod to the audience. Leave it to Edward, saying something so short, so simple, yet so meaningful. It was all in his tone of voice, the way he motioned his hands.

Then it was my turn. Edward reached his hand over to me. Letting go of Jasper, I took his hand as he lead me up to the podium.

Standing before that crowd of people, all those eyes on me, you would think it would make me nervous but it didn't. Confidence in myself and Jacey as well, I began my speech.

"In life, there are always things that we take for granted. We take for granted the air we breathe, the food we eat, and the time we sleep. As the days go by, we become accustomed to these simple needs always being there. Well, what if, one day all of these things were gone. Your life just stopped. Yes, in time, everybody will die." I paused. "This is what happened to a once bright little girl. Her life was taken too soon by a wave that she couldn't rise above. In my mind, we can all learn something here. Life is short, but when its time, its time. Live everyday as Jacey did; happy and free, despite all of the pain and discomfort around you. Live life to the fullest, for your last day is yet to come. You may not know when, but it is coming. Jacey will always be remembered not for the bruises on her arm, but for the smile on her face. Rest in peace and Heaven, Jacey, God bless your soul."

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There is a statue in the Forks Cemetery. If you look towards the tall oak tree, you can see it. It is a statue of a little girl named Jacey, lost her life to an abuser. She is seen with wings, letting you believe she is forever there. Her gaze is pointed towards the sky so she may gaze upon the clouds as much as she wants. She is an angel made of concrete. Concrete Angel…

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

-Martina McBride