Well, today is my graduation day, so I'm going to update in honor of that! Class of 2012, I hope you feel accomplished, because WE DID IT!

All things twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer!

Bpov

Death is something I tried to never think about, but I always did. The thought of how I would go is what bothered me most. I didn't want to die on a rollercoaster (thus the reason I'm scared of heights), I didn't want to drown, and ironically I didn't want to burn. If I could've planned out my death, I would have picked something peaceful- possibly sleeping in the arms of the love of my life (like the notebook). Although, I never would've thought I'd be here; meeting my brother so I could live eternally. The only difference is, after the change I'd never be able to sleep in Edward's arms.

The building stares at me. Are you sure you want to do this, Bella? My mind speaks to me, but all I can see is his face; I don't think twice. The door of the studio closes behind me, with a thud, and I am now surrounded by a dozen replicas of myself. I've never gotten past the point of thinking myself plain; I stick my neck out, and try to imagine flawless skin like Alice's , and hair that shines like Rose's.

"Bella." I shiver at the small gust of ice cold air hitting my neck; my heart races. He stares at me, a figure beside me in the mirror, and I can suddenly remember his face, his smile, the rosy color that will never again reach his cheeks. "I can't believe you actually came." I want to tell him that I'm his little sister, of course I came, but that would be a lie; I came on accord of my own selfish reasons.

"How does it feel?" I ask him; he looks at me, eyes down cast, and I ask again. "How does it feel? You can tell me; I'm not a little girl anymore, I can take it."

"It hurts." his face is lost, he stares off into space, and takes a deep breath. "it hurts more than anything you can ever imagine, almost like your soul being ripped from your body." He brushes a strand of hair off my shoulder, "And you miss everything. Your life will be over; you'll never get to go back to this."

Without thinking I turn and grab him, "Do it," I say pushing my wrist toward him, "Bite me."

He looks into my eyes, "You really love him don't you?" I don't have time to respond before his teeth dig into the softness of my flesh.

"James?" A sudden burning sensation covers me and the venom begins to sizzle throughout my body.

"It's ok, Jelly Belly, I promise."

"Get away from her." his voice sounds like melted lava laced with fury. He growls, and it's only when James lets me go that I notice my legs have crumbled beneath me. My body is writhing in pain; they begin to fight.

"Edward." I call out his name, but this only seems to make him more enraged. Every thought hurts, every breath feels like death, and every time I blink my vision becomes more blurry. I hear ramblings of traveling voices, but I can no longer decipher who's voice it is. "James, Edward, stop!" I try to reason with them, but all that comes to my ears is animalistic screams from somewhere near; That is when I see him. Edward looks down at me, his lips move and a string of words leave his mouth before his mouth covers my freshly bitten wrist. What are you doing? My mind screams at him, and for a moment those mental screams are drowned out; Edward stops.

I look into his eyes, and even in this blurry vision I can see the fury. Where is James? I turn my eyes in the same direction as Edward's head, and I see them. They hold him with his hands twisted behind his back, he faces the fire as he is beheaded. "Noooooo!" I yell, but no one seems to hear me. James I love you.

Then I hear something clearly, "It's too late. Edward, you can't save her." I got one wish.

Cowards die many times before their deaths, the valiant never taste of death but once. There is only one time when we look back on life; Death. This is a time when we question; is this really it? Is this really the way I imagined it would end. This thought is in me now, as my heart takes its final beats, and I wonder if dieing any other way would be peaceful; would I feel as if I am burning? One moment, and I'll remember his voice, "Almost like your soul being ripped from your body." When one loses their soul, what do they become? I wish I could've asked him, but I'll never have the chance because he burned; Like a demon in hell. How does it feel to burn James?

Revenge is a dish best served cold; cold like my changing heart.

I loved writing this chapter. I don't know if it's the excitement of my graduation, or if It's the feeling of actually accomplishing the end of a Fan Fiction story. I hope you guys like it, and PLEASE I BEG OF YOU just don't alert, and favorite, please give me your thoughts. Tell me how this chapter genuinely makes you feel.

*Note I will be changing my Fan Fiction name to SincerlyChelly*

*The sequel: Without a Soul will be up this week! So, stay tuned!*