A/N. This is my first story so be nice. Thank you for reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight. If I did I wouldn't be on Fanfiction would I?

I'm running. Running running running. Don't look back. just run. I can feel there eyes, burning, longing, hating. Run, faster, harder, run. I know it's useless. stupid. but that natural will to live is stronger than my conscience screaming at me that it's useless. I can feel it, the fire, spreading through my feet, my legs, and my body. I tripped, and I knew there, then, I was going to die, here, away from my friends, my so called family, and my life. You would think I would give up, right? I mean, death is easy, life is harder.... I've never lived the easy rough, why should I start now?

My name is Mary Alice Brandon. And this is how I die.