Gone… The thought kept repeating itself over and over again in my already tortured mind. He's never coming back…

I grabbed the razor I had successfully hidden under my bed. I didn't want this… but I needed it.

I gripped the sharp metal in my hand and raked it down my wrist. The pain was immediate; intense and unrelenting. Again and again I cut myself, each time making more blood appear on my arm and the pain more pronounced. I hated doing this, but it was the only way to keep my sanity. The only way I could keep control.

But… why did I have to act normal? There was no one here for me anymore. Charlie had stopped trying to talk to me after Edward left, and none of my friends would try to talk to me at lunch anymore. I had made no effort to be human, and this was my just reward. I deserved to be in pain, because I didn't deserve anything else.

The blood from my arm was landing on my bedroom floor in a thick pool of unbroken red. The carped was doing a pretty good job of soaking it up, but I would have one hell of a mess to clean up later. I'll have to do this in the bathroom next time, I wondered scantily.

I laid my head down in the floor, and there was a gentle draft coming up from between the floorboards. Where was Charlie? He only turns off the heater if he leaves, I thought. Maybe he decided that I wasn't worth it after all…

Darkness enveloped me, but instead of it being peaceful, it was crushing. Panic jolted through me. Was I going to die?